This story is fantasy, not intended to offend at all, no hidden negative messages to any group of people: it's just a fetish. Saying that, I'd greatly appreciate feedback, suggestions, comments, prefer private messages as I like to directly communicate with people. Everyone involved in the story is of the legal age, 18 years old or older. *** My name is Tr...
It was August 2013. I had just received news that my Vietnam manager had decided to quit and wanted to leave in three weeks' time. We didn't have anybody in that office who could run the number of ongoing projects; that had been a failing of mine - I just hadn't had the time to ensure that an effective second-in-command was in place. Janez was German, and h...
Who is Sultana? Sultana, born in a Muslim family in one of the most underdeveloped regions in India to an illiterate daily wage worker parents. She was married to an old, rich, sexist man when she was just 18. Her husband used her only sex and he did all weird shit with her. She was always desperate for love, she starts looking for love everywhere until s...
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...
Today's another glorious weekend, the fourth Saturday in the wonderfully pleasant month of March 2008. The year started off in a rather hectic manner; I've had to fire our GM in Malaysia and have recently hired a smart and tough lady from URS Corporation in the United States. I've opened another office in India, a small detachment of youngsters with fire in...
Now able to have a good look at the interior, Brenda saw it was cozily outfitted. Along with a patchwork quilt which covered the bench seating, there were numerous throw pillows for extra comfort. Instead of rubber mats on the floor there was a small Persian rug, adorned by round medallion floor cushions that the woman offered to Brenda as seating. Catching...
Day 1 Trish has never been to Connecticut. This is her first time. It was a fairly good town. But the only thing bad was that she didn't have any money, so she couldn't afford a hotel room. The money she was supposed to receive wasn't sent to her. Plus, the same few days she had a couple of days off. She then realized that the McMahon residence was here in...
Story so far: On my arrival back in India for a ten-day work-related assignment, I found a temporary maidservant at home, filling in for my regular housekeeper who was away on her annual vacation. A dark complexioned, doe-eyed beauty with a non-conformist set of social values, this 5'2" of fantastically well proportioned body, became my sexual partner and co...
This is a continuation of the story The Hunter. It takes place in north central Florida, near the Orange Springs Trading Post in the mid 1830s near the end of the Second Seminole Indian War. * Patrick Murphy rolled over and looked at his beautiful young wife in the pale light of the moon. She slept beside him, her golden hair spread across her pillow. God!...
Sabitha was disturbed. The explanation for Madan's strange behaviour came to her in a flash. If true, her life was in ruins. For the first three nights after marriage her husband had not touched her. Though hers was not a face that launches ships, she was sexually very attractive. She was tall, had ample poise, and her stats were top grade. The man she had m...