I'm a divorced white guy in my forties, but I had always had a thing about Indian and Pakistani women, or for that matter almost any woman with long dark hair and dark brown eyes. Living in a large city with a large immigrant population meant plenty of opportunity to look at them, some of them fairly westernized and integrated, working in regular jobs, but m...
This story is a submission to the sixth Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC) and a tribute to the founder of FAWC, slyc_willie, who we lost unexpectedly in October 2015. The true author of this story is kept anonymous until the end of the competition. Authors base their story on a list of four items. Their choices included the following letters: S L Y...
BEFORE PRESENT TIME The Chief shook the rattle, standing behind the Medicine Man as Mitena, known as New Moon, gritted her teeth and pressed down. Sweat oozed from her dark skin, her voluminous hair plastered to her forehead as she panted, working to bring the child forth. Her uncle stood at the head of the bed, massaging her shoulders and whispering words...
Copyright Oggbashan September 2016 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. Note: A guinea at the time of this story was a gold coin worth...
Chapter 08 A few days in the Chinese brothel From an idea by Dalhia57 with the kind authorization of Dee Rohini's honeymoon trip takes her to another important place for Kyrhan's friends : she is going to meet Debbie and her daughters, formerly quiet inhabitants of New Jersey, kidnapped by a gang of thugs and trained to become willing whores in an Asian b...
CHAPTER 04: Susan's Parents visit Mr Gupta By Jill York and Dan57 After the meeting with Mr Rajeev and Mr Gopal at Mr Gupta's apartment, Susan's life settled down very well. She had felt it sensible not to tell her husband John of the events that had happened. She had felt deeply embarrassed but there was an exciting naughtiness about it all. Imagining th...
"Imran, you should have been honest with me," Pooja Bawa said, looking somewhat reproachfully at her husband of twenty years. Imran Sheikh took a deep breath and looked at Pooja, the lovely woman who'd shared his life and his bed for more than two decades. He'd been in love with her ever since they met at Chandigarh University in the Mohali District of Punja...
Author's Note: Not much sexual in this chapter, but reading it will help you better understand future chapters. Enjoy! ------------------------------------------------- Abha lived a simple life in a small isolated village in Uttar Pradesh, India. She worked for her father tanning leather as an apprentice. This was one of the few menial jobs she was allowed...
I would have done the same thing if I was in her place, but the shock and disappointment hit me like the proverbial tonne of bricks. "Josie, we've had the same conversation every six months for the last two years! You need to take some time off as you have built up almost five months of annual leave and your long-service leave is in play too. You're having...
FIRST MEETING: Roger first met Auntie on the way to the Laundromat one Saturday morning. The large overfilled cloth bag he was dragging along got stuck between banister railings, and Auntie who was coming from the other side of the corridor pulling an equally large bag administered a deft kick to release the bag. "Thanks Auntie," said Roger. "Welcome," sa...