This is a fictional attempt at erotica and will run into multiple episodes. Readers will be required to bear patience but with a promise, that they will get to see promiscuity at its best. Hema was her name, a very sexy name. Demure, coy and traditional, this south Indian Iyengar Brahmin girl was married but a vivacious flirt. Being an early bird at marria...
Disclaimer: The name of the characters are changed for privacy purpose and any resemblance to any person alive or dead is purely co-incidental. I will be narrating the story in two or three parts, depending on the feedback I receive. I am narrating it as it was narrated to me by my friend. It was raining incessantly for the last 3 days, and Poornima had r...
Lynn closed the door to the motel room and walked to her car. Her luggage held in one hand, the Dream Catcher and purse in the other. Walking to the rear of the Saab, Lynn sat her luggage down and put the key in the slot and turned it. As the trunk opened she took notice of the lights by the highway. 'Grill' lit up like a beacon in the night to an empty stom...
Chapter-4 Usha came back to reality from her reminiscence. She proceeded towards the corridor, and stopped near the bed room of her elder brother Aditya. She rapped the door with hard knocking, and said in a loud voice, "Bhabhi (Sister in- law)...Wake up...wake up...it is morning...papa is waiting for tea in the Terrace. Mom has already prepared the tea, an...
Many thanks to techsan for editing this story. * As you remember from the previous part of this story, I - Fredrick Ohlson, 'The Moose´ among my friends - was visiting an old friend and customer, Michael Norrlin, for both social and business reasons when he said, "Do you know that Ronny Hedman has joined that theater gang and he says he has been flirting w...
NOTE: This story contains *INTERRACIAL* sex. It also has wives have sex with other men. Please do not read this story if cannot deal with these genres. It is amazing how many people ignore such warnings and leave nasty comments and send all sorts of veiled threats. Also, I'm not a professional writer, so there are chances of bad grammar and vocabulary. Ther...
Preface- Taking a break from my "Indian Wife Gone Bad" series for a few days. Writer's block of sorts. No point in continuing the story for the heck of it, if the quality falters, right? Meanwhile, I have started on a different story. It is also a wife story, but it varies from the other series. Firstly, the wife is not really slut per se, at least not initi...
I don't know what it is about travelling that makes us geared up for sexual adventure. Maybe it's the freedom or the excitement of wondering into the unknown. But what I do know is that as soon as I leave my home for travels, my mind wonders off to the possibilities of meeting strangers for quick sexual encounters. Until a few years ago I was a boring, midd...
I recently got married and before I could bring in my wife, Rupa to the US, the worst recession in a while hit the country. Especially for folks like me on a contract the chances are looking pretty slim. But my wife made it through the consulate interview and we decided to brave it through and that she come stay with me in the US. I really missed her contour...
I have always been an inveterate journaller. I began on this journey when I was about five years old. I can remember my parents encouraging me to write something that happened during the day. It developed into a serious habit. I can't remember more than about three days where I haven't written at least something that happened to me. My story follows. It is...