This is the story of how my father was replaced. My name is raj, I'm 20 years old. My father was a drunk. He was always running me, my sister and my mother down. He never had anything nice to say. You see he was a traditional Indian man living in England working for a construction company. He didn't work on building sites but rather he was the assistant t...
Introduction I am from Cochin, the biggest city in Kerala (the southernmost state in India). I am a doctor by profession. My name is Ajith (fake name). I would like to describe a few incidents in my life that I consider erotic. I would be adding the adequate masala from my imagination to spice up things a bit, but most of the incidents are true to an extent...
Authors note: As a rule I don't normally write the so-called "This is a true story" type of stories. Which is not to say that much of what I have written does have some sprinkling of truth, based on personal experiences with a lot of fictional fantasy. This isn't one of those. The names of course have been changed, but the experience as told is true. Just...
The next day, Amy stepped outside to go to work. She closed the door and turn around. An older lady stood right in her face. Amy jumped and screeched, putting her briefcase across her chest. "I hope I didn't scare you my dear?" "It's ok." Amy said while trying to catch her breath. "My dear, my name is Darla, the President of this home association and the...
We were canoeing in Algonquin Park when we hooked up. It was mid-August; the ban on fires had been lifted and the hordes of bloodthirsty mosquitoes that haunt the warm dusk had vanished with the onset of cool nights. Taralee was luscious -- a petite, vivacious brunette with hair down to her curvy breasts, and hips to stir fantasies in the most cynical of me...
This story follows Rodney's Nude Humiliation Cpt 14 and Days of the Raj. If you like CFNM I am sure it will appeal to you. ***** In the warming sun of a mid-Western summer, in a grove of Mrs Reilly's garden framed by trellises and rose shrubs, the well-dressed ladies milled about. It was one of the finest gardens in the mid-West and the ladies presented a...
While the characters in this and in my previous stories are based loosely on my wife and me, this is entirely a work of fiction. If you do not like to read fantasies about cuckolds or sex-starved wives, then please move on and read another type of story. Constructive criticism about my writing style or about the story is welcome. Other comments are not. --...
"Wake up Vishal!" his mom hollered, shaking his shoulder. The 18 year old stirred groggily. Was he late for school? Wait, wasn't it the weekend? "It's Saturday, mom. Let me sleep!" He pulled the blanket up over his head, twisting sideways to ensure that his mom wouldn't see the bulge of his morning wood. But his mom wouldn't go away. She started tugging...
We have a friend named Katelyn from our college days who used to live with us in an apartment we owned in downtown Boston. She was a sexual sort of person -- the kind of girl who would major in sex if she could. Not that she was promiscuous -- not by any means. She just enjoyed giving and recieving and she loved to make her lovers happy. She was fairly celi...
Over the weekend I visited an old friend in Philadelphia. She goes to a small liberal arts school there, and lives with three of her classmates. In all, there's Jenn (my friend), Quinn, Rebecca and Tati. Jenn warned me before I left Brooklyn that her roommates were rather liberated women, which after a bit of questioning turned out to mean often naked. That'...