"I date and fuck who I want, tradition be damned," said Simran Kaur, and the five-foot-ten, curvaceous young Sikh Indian woman began browsing online profiles. Sitting in her apartment in Vanier, Simran looked for something to spice up her dreary existence. After all, Simran is in college and what better time for a young woman to explore life, adventure and o...
By the end of December 2013, I had already been two years away from India, having (temporarily) relocated to Hanoi, Vietnam in 2011. As head of the Asia-Pacific region for a French international engineering conglomerate, I had set up regional headquarters in New Delhi. However, because of an unexpected resignation of my GM in Hanoi, I had moved there to ensu...
Jennifer came out of the big building fuming and cursing under her breath. "The fucking bastard! The louse! The rat!" Walking in her blind fury she ran into someone. "Oh, I am so sorry! I am sorry! Scar? You! Oh my god!" She exclaimed seeing her friend. "Yes, me, darling!" ScarJo said after hugging Jennifer. "I was driving by and saw you coming out o...
From the summit you could see the lake and the small town of Simla. The entire stretch of the lake looked sleepy in the sun, its color changing from dark green to blue, then to a lighter shade of blue. Hills surrounded the lake, and about midway between the peak of the hill and the lake, sprawled the big stone building of Honeymoon Lodge. The hotel complex c...
Chapter 1 I open my eyes. A moment of panic! I'm sitting up, but whats in my mouth? I try to remove it but my hands won't move. They're restrained by Velcro straps to the arms of the chair I'm sitting in. My legs can't move either. Why am I naked? I was introduced to Erin at a five hundred dollar a plate charity dinner. An East Indian couple I know from my...
Hema had recently broke up with her long-time boyfriend, a Indian Muslim by the name of Ejaaz. The two had planned to get married, but a disagreement and subsequent argument put an end to any possibility of that. If Hema had one true weakness in life, it would be the circumcised men. Her knees would turn to jelly and she would most often transform into a...
In the marble ruins of an ancient Greek temple high on the hill, the sound of an approaching motorboat penetrated Aphrodite's deep and dreamy sleep. The early morning sun glimmered on the rippling turquoise waters that stretched to the horizon all around, gleaming brightly on the white sand of the beaches, casting colour on the rocky slopes and olive trees o...
I finish the dishes and check my daughter is doing her homework -- who can tell? She's banging away on her laptop, thudda thudda music leaking from the headphones she's wearing. I make coffee and take it through to our bedroom. Louise, my wife, is sitting in bed talking on the phone, the TV on mute. She is listening more than talking. I put down the coffee a...
When I got back, there were more men talking to Sajid, all of them sitting around the yard having tea and snacks. The conversations stopped when I walked in. Their eyes followed me as I entered the hut. The wives were inside the kitchen again. Fatima looked refreshed. "The slut is back." Shabnam said. "Let it go." Zahra said this time. "How can you tell m...
The author and Annie are just back from Cape d'Agde with some wonderful experiences that will be included in some future chapters. In the meantime we left off with... * Jr., at the rear of the group, looked back to see his mother, lying in the sun and smearing their amalgam of cum over her body. She does take good care of her skin he thought as she gathere...