Author's Note: This is the final chapter of 'The Taking of a Woman' series. I hope you all enjoy the read and find it pleasurable. There is only so long you can stretch a seduction before it becomes stale after all. Once again thanks to everyone who followed the story and gave feedback, every vote and comment meant a lot. As always, your thoughts are welcome...
Day two of Kruti, Well I was up at 6am, feeling good about last night. I was looking forward to hearing from Kruti. At 8:59 my phone rang. Kruti said she was on her way. I asked her what she was wearing in detail. She said she wearing a short jean skirt, red g-string and a nice tight shirt and no bra as she had been told to wear from now on. I asked if she...
Westerners refuse to learn to properly pronounce Sikh Indian names, that's how a proper Sikh lady like myself got saddled with the nickname Aggie, even though my full name is Agochar Chatwal-Vincent. My first name means "Unfathomable" in the Hindi language. Big name for such a small lady, eh? I'm five-foot-five, with light bronze skin, long black hair and li...
Swathri and her husband Shomeer, Kyrhan's brother were flowing back home. Sunita was accompanying them on Kyrhan's request. He wanted to be sure that Swathri got accustomed to her new role with her husband. Sunita was a blond American girl, presiding over the destiny of the thriving computer company her fitrst husband had built before his death, six years be...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. *** PT 3: Priya's Public Fucking what up fam, here's part 3 of plaything. It didn't take two years this time and I'm def more focused on where im taking it. This story was actually an idea i got from a forum. On another note, if you didn't like my two previous chapters, I respect your...
"Mr. Duchene, I read the stuff you post online, you like Muslim female domination, and you have a thing for Indian girls, well, I'm here to make your life sweet hell, now, get on your knees," Mistress Fatima Bhatti said haughtily, and the Indian Muslim dominatrix smirked at the big and tall young black man who stood before her. He'd just come into the house,...
The apartment next door had been vacant for almost a year. One day I came home to find movers carrying boxes and furniture into it. The furniture was kind of odd looking, and everything smelled of incense. It was a few days before I met the new neighbors, and to my surprise it was an Indian woman and her son. She was sweet but seemed kind of sad and lonely....
For the reading pleasure of Adults. © Prahaar 2006. All rights reserved. Author's note: Some of the sexually significant dialogue is in Gujarati or Hindi to preserve the original flavor. Every word has been translated into English. Thank you for all the feedback, comments, requests, story ideas, encouragement and exhortations to write more. They have m...
I realised that I had been so caught up in giving you the lowdown on what happens in Bollywood that I happened to ignore the Indian Sports scene completely. There is something enchanting about Indian women, more so the women who engage in heavy physical activity. Fewer things in this world are sexier than the sight of a full-bodied muscular woman sprinting...
Note - This story is an Indianization of a story I read several years ago. I have changed the basic details and altered the plot slightly. The characters used in this story are Yashodhara and Ajit from my story series Indian Wife's Descent and the events here happen a couple of years after it. It is not necessary to read that series to follow this one, but i...