Right now, I can't talk because I've got my mouth on Farah Al-Rashid's ear and we're making out in a movie theater but I've got a tale I'd like to share with you. My name is Dwight Hollister. I'm a young Black man living in the City of Ottawa, province of Ontario. I'm originally from the City of Boston, Massachusetts, but got sent here by my parents for scho...
This story is a collaboration between myself and author, HarryHill. This is just the beginning. I hope you enjoy it. Chapter two will be written, but please be patient. Thank you for reading. Werewolves and Indians Ja'Mal gave up counting cactus after the first thousand. The twisted countryside was so much different than the green hills of Tennessee; they...
[In case there are readers who don't understand the reference to oysters, I suggest a websearch for "sex position viennese oyster."] * For as long as he'd been visiting India, almost his entire adult life, Richard had admired Indian women and been fortunate to have had loving and intimate relationships with a number of them. He liked their secretive but hi...
************************************** It's been almost two years since I've started this, and it's been a long road but I'm finally happy with this chapter (and very eager to get it out). There's more to come but I make no promises given my last hiatus, but I do have a new drive for writing again and I'm much less busy so we'll see how it goes. There's a p...
Deepa's understanding turned to disgust bordering on revulsion. She had initially accepted, even felt grateful about the manner in which her dearest friend Sunita had moved in on her father. Her father Shom (whom Sunita referred to as "Uncle Shom") had recently been widowed and Sunita had come to spend some time with the family which was so close to her. Su...
Author's Notes: To get the best out of this story, I would advise you to start from Ch.01. Conversations that took place in Hindi are recorded as such in italics, immediately followed by a translation in English. Readers familiar with Hindi might find it rewarding to read through the original Hindi conversations. Others can conveniently skip them. ***...
Chapter 03 Mr Gupta takes control When Susan and John returned to their nice apartment, that evening, they were both very subdued. Susan thought back over her very comfortable and rather affluent childhood and her brilliant success in school. Her husband John was in exactly the same position. They just couldn't understand how it had gone so wrong. They li...
Now my father was away looking for something to do, and on this night I woke from thirst. The hour was late and there was no traffic noise at all. The sound of crickets played against the conspicuously absent noises of the street. Strangely, there was a light on in the living room. I thought I heard whispering voices, a feminine giggle, could that be my moth...
So much laughter and fun filled the family's return trip from Melbourne that the time quickly passed. It was twilight as Andrew drove into the grounds of what he believed was his home and stopped, disoriented by the sight before him, unable to comprehend this was their driveway and their house. Fascinated, the family could only stare at the myriad fairy li...
Chapter IV Wife to mistress in a few short steps I am Yamini, the fourth and last daughter of my parents. I have no brothers. I was born and brought up in Kumbakonam, a temple town in South India. My father is a clerk in a financer's office. He earns enough to meet our family's frugal life style. My sisters are all married. Their husbands are clerks too. A...