I'm sitting here on the edge of the bed, with this lady whose situation most would say was desperate; totally hopeless, helpless and subjugated. In fact, this lady is my wife Asha and she's had four orgasms already and I can see another building inside her, judging by her muted sounds and movements of her hips. So there must be degrees of desperate, hopeless...
Marine had fallen under the spell of a young creep who had fucked her repeatedly before stealing all her money. He then informed her husband to provoke her divorce and deprive her of any help. He was planning to force her to sell all her properties to his benefit. Afterward, he intended to prostitute her. She confided to her friend Kira who requested Kyrhan'...
It was a hot humid day that of that summer of 1985. I remember sitting on that hot sand of Juhu Beach in Bombay with my wife. The sweat beads trickled from my forehead and I could feel some of it trickle down my back. It felt disgusting. This was my wife's idea of a second chance for us. Travel all the way to India to save our marriage. The only thing that w...
The incident is bizarre and rare, It happened to me in the south Indian city of Chennai at a very well known Hotel. I was on a business visit to the city one of my several visits to this Metropolitan city. It all started on the first morning of my stay, I called room service and asked if I will get chai (Hindi for tea) , the female at the end replied as to...
Trisha looked at me over the breakfast table, took a sip of her coffee, and reminded me that "your birthday is in four weeks. I need a list of what you would like in the next few days. And I want you to put a list together of bondage and torture tools that you want me to use on you. Choose a good number, I will then buy the ones I want to use on you, and we...
Chapter 04 -- Komal, the Mild-mannered Lady | 3 years later, Present Day | For someone who was so mild-mannered, Komal was a very demanding lady, Sundar thought. She demanded punctuality, she demanded perfection in tasks she gave Sundar, she demanded Sundar keep to rigid timelines, and most of all she demanded financial tributes. Financial tributes were ve...
Kira s plane landed at last on Orly airport, in Paris outskirts. The trip had seemed unusually long to her. She was very eager to meet her husband Dan who should be waiting for her at the arrivals exit. She had left for India three months ago. Her Master Kyrhan had her discover some of the major Indian feasts, just to check her mastering of English and Hindi...
Rahul Sheth -- the sole owner of 'Express' hotels -- was free that day. It was a day off, in fact Rahul had got time for himself after two long years. Out of habit, he jumped out of his bed at six in the morning and was up and kicking by half past six. To absent-minded Rahul, it then occurred that it was a holiday. He turned on the TV to find nothing interes...
Special Thanks to Katy Reznicek. She edits most of my stories and I love the way she edits. It never alters the essence of the story which is so important. ***** It was early morning one weekend. I walked out of my room to find my communist dad in the midst of a heated discussion with Dr. Sharma, his apolitical friend and a renowned psychiatrist in the cit...
Hello everyone. This is Rajni writing once more for you all. Thank you for all the lovely comments and wonderful feedback. People have suggested me not to use Hindi language as people from all over the world read these stories. So I will try and translate as much as possible. ***** So for new readers, let me introduce myself. I am a 29 year old Marwadi hou...