Starting in the 1600s, when the English first found India, family tradition has it that at least one male member of every generation has gone off in quest of Indian cunt; a kind of coming of age thing. Others went off to subjugate, to teach those damn natives what the white man's superiority was all about; but not us. Not for us pseudo patriotic thoughts of...
This is a continuation of my story. I hope this story will continue through to completion. Please be patient with me as I am new to this. This story is about Dominance and Submission. If you do not like this topic, please look elsewhere for your reading pleasure. Please feel free to contact me with any questions or matters where you feel I may be of assist...
Readers: This continues the story of Angie and Brent. It might get a bit odd for some of you, but don't be put off by the flow of the narrative. They're just having fun exploring the edge of reason. Enjoy! * We walked from the bathroom and turned towards my bedroom. She headed right for the bed. Based on her last statement, I fully expected her to lie down...
We were watching tv in my Aunt Jayne's living room that unusually hot evening in June, 1958. My aunt, her next door neighbor Sally and I were wearing only our nylons and heels and a light sheen of sweat on our otherwise nude bodies. The large pitcher of lemonade and ice cubes in the middle of the coffee table was forming a ring of condensation on the table t...
To Readers: Feel free to add a chapter if you want, I don't really deny anything from being published. The more content there is means the more readers there are and ideas that can be formed into new story chapters or entire arcs. And if you ask me, the more Jamie gets fucked over and fucked in general, the better. So enjoy and thank you for reading, now bac...
I woke up in a daze and found myself in my school's nurse's office. The last thing I remember was feeling dizzy in the middle of class and then it was just a blur. "Ah, you're finally up. That's good." The elderly nurse, Mrs. Johnson said with the bedside manner of a crocodile, or just an old lady tired of kids faking sick to get out of tests reall...
It was the usual North Indian winter morning with fog being a culprit to air, road and rail traffic. However, this year, fog turned out to be lucky for me as I enjoyed full day with 2 chics; my old school batch mates – Aanchal and Shivani. We had planned a school get together after 25 years of matriculation and out of a class of 40, we could find 32 who co...
This is a real email conversation. It started as normal banter. By the end of it, neither of us could type too well... ---------------------------------------- The Prince wrote: I don't like Tuesdays. It stands for nothing. Monday is the beginning of the week. Wed is the middle of the week. Thu is day before Friday and Fri is "WHOOO-HOOO its FRIDAY". Tues...
The four college students heard footsteps approaching the door. "Here comes old Jungle Pussy!" said Rohit. "Smelly jungle pussy you mean," added Ahmed." "Stinky brown ass and jungle pussy!" said Hrishi, trying to outdo his friend. Romesh let out a big howl of laughter just as the door knob started to turn. The class room door flung back with a loud ban...
In 1979, I was stationed at a military base in Virginia--where I spent the next two years. My favorite hobby was metal detecting, and, due to the abundance of Civil War relics and old coins to be found, I pursued this endeavor at every opportunity. During the colder weather months (winters are relatively mild, around Hampton/Newport News), it was a coin/reli...