Hello readers! I am Ayaan, a reasonably average looking, Indian male engineer in my mid-20s. I was born and brought up in a conservative Indian household environment and I currently live and work in the Canada (moved here a couple of years ago). Like I mentioned, I come from a conservative family in Mumbai where any sort of sexual activity prior to marriage...
Hi I'm Dan, and this is the story of how I met my hot wife, Ria. It was quite a journey. It had been a difficult start to the relationship for both of us. I was a white Brit in his mid-twenties who grew up in the city and had plenty of sexual adventures. Whereas she was an eighteen-year-old South Asian student from India who was sexually naive. In fact I soo...
I was still looking for a proper match. I couldn't find anyone. "Hey!! Are still you trying to find me a match?" she asked in a interrogative tone. "Sorry mistress, I couldn't find one yet mistress," I replied. "Forget about that. Let us review your performance. Also, submit the weekly account," she ordered. Yes!! I have been assigned goals every month....
Asin 30 a typical Indian sensual woman, married to Karan for 8 years, childless. She was raised in a conventional household, family value, and close bounds among rising material competition. Middle class background, education, growing wealth and new Indian dream defined her youth. She was intelligent, beautiful, and cheerful but introvert. Her parents were...
Danielle admitted nothing in the hour of interrogation that followed her apparent arrest. She managed to become indignant and finally, once she realised that the flight home had departed, demanded access to the Australian High Commission. That request was denied, however she was left alone for a while. She had no idea why they had been re-arrested, whether...
Disclaimer: All right, this story is not real. NOT REAL! Not to be read by anyone under the age of 18/21 yadda yadda yadda! I'd love to hear some feedback as per usual so please feel free to leave me a comment in the comment box at the end of the story! You see those big empty stars down there as well? Did you want to maybe fill them up? We don't want them e...
Another year had just ended. It was now 2008 and without anyone noticing half of January was already over. I had left a day Delhi after Christmas for Paris, met up with my family and a couple of relatives in Peisey-Vallandry where they had all gone skiing for the new year, then travelled for a couple of days to a village on the Côte d'Azur and returned to Pa...
"I don't know what the hell happened, but they're gone." "Who's gone," I asked. I had just arrived at Roger Allard's office in the consulate and he'd pulled me into the station's "Bubble"—the purpose-built room the innards of which sat on a floating platform and which was safe from electronic surveillance. Colonel Agar had turned out to be a genius at sche...
Peeta smoothed her skirt down as she sat back at her desk, glancing at the clock in the corner of her monitor. There were only forty-five minutes left until the start of the weekend, and she intended to make the most of it! A chime informing her of a new email interrupted her daydreams about two days off, and she opened outlook to find a message from her bos...
I arrived at the office bright and early in uniform. First I sent a report off to Lata. I told her I had managed to record two of the sex sessions and been able to retrieve some artefacts which I had given to the forensics lab for analysis. I explained that the second recording was taken with a higher speed and why. I also told her not to proceed with the im...