By Dan57 and Cih A Canadian reporter wanted to live as a Dalit woman Note from the writer : Cih is a new correspondent who asked for a totally different story with a European girl wishing to share the life of the poorest and most despised people in India without the support of a very powerful man such as prince Kyrhan. That was a challenge I happily embrac...
Behind her cat's eyes glasses her green eyes were blazing. A note of half suppressed hysteria flavoured her voice as she issued orders. She sounded ardent, metallic, possessed. She was in fact a mad genius, driven by her own quasi-religious vision. Miss Cuff was in charge- very, very much in charge- and her project, this school production in which boys wore...
Friends, This is a true story regarding how I had to give into demands of my boss to keep my high profile career flying. I migrated to USA in search of a better life style, career growth and financial gains. Being a graduate from top class Indian University in the days of DOT COM boom, I found it rather easy to find a job in silicon valley California. I gre...
In the darkness and dense nothing, Lynn put her hand to her face but she could not even see her palm. "Not again!" She felt her body and became instantly aware of her nakedness. "Why does that keep happening?" Her feet were bare as she shuffled a foot over the ground slowly. It seemed to be sand, dirt and gravel mixed. A dry sandy crust surface broke when...
Fourth volume of Kira s adventures Kira is a mature but still very pretty French woman who had always been fascinated by India. At last, she had the opportunity to visit the country with her husband Dan. They were invited to an Indian wedding in a wealthy and influent family. They met there the Prince Kyrhan who decided to show Kira all the aspects of the l...
Uncle Billy had been living alone out in the Mountains on the West edge of the Okanogan Indian Reservation for almost 5 Months. He watched the 6 college kids as they drove across the flat plains below his Mountain retreat. They were on a trip to the sacred rock paintings down river from his cave. They had not seen him for the first 2 days they were there....
I was six almost seven when I learned that James was not my real father. For the most part the bully of the school had left me alone most of the year but for some reason the day before school let out for the summer Randy had laid for me after class. He started shoving me and calling me names. I decided since I just had the one day left what the heck let him...
Mik sat at the end of the bar stirring the ice in his empty vodka gimlet, an old fashioned drink but after all he was an old fashioned kind of guy. He rose a finger to the bartender to signal that he wanted another. The bartender himself was handsome like Mik. They were both young and far too good looking to be sitting at a local bar alone on a Thursday nigh...
Chapter 2: Richard Rises To The Occasion Richard had only just reached the front of the hotel when Leilah appeared. She was breathtaking sight. She had changed and was wearing a flaming red sari of almost gossamer appearance. Richard believed he could see the outline of her body as the light shone from behind her. her hair had been loosened too and was at w...
I never had much luck with girls. While growing up in America white girls always seemed to be out of my league and Indian girls always wanted to be just friends. My luck changed when my marriage was arranged with an exquisite beauty in India. Her skin was not too dark not too pale and she was blessed with amazing natural C cups. Her hips gave her the perfect...