The train approaches the platform and the commuters from our village to the big city make their way, shuffling together like emperor penguins as they assemble, ready to board the 07.06. I look around and see a few familiar faces. We nod to each other discretely, in the courteous but distant way British train travellers do. Heaven forbid that we actually sp...
The weekend was ours to spend in the moment of lush reds, oranges, yellows and browns. The city seemed to crowded, the sea told us to look to the West and the cries of autumn beckoned us to the hills. We decided to spend the weekend at my home lost amongst the hills, the fall season in full swing, blessed with perfect Indian Summer days. Sunday, a lazy day...
Chapter 2 - Becoming a Man ((Disclaimer: Fair warning, This story, while eventually will turn erotic, starts out telling a story, as any good story teller will do, sets you up with a history, a back ground something to chew on. I promise though that if you stick with me you will not be disappointed. Also the legends and people in this story are of my own cr...
Would you like a pair of socks for Christmas, or better still, two pairs? I know. Socks are boring, predictable, and usually unwelcome presents. But our company's products will change your mind. Apart from being so staggeringly expensive that the giver must think the world of you, you will feel that our socks are really different and worth the money paid fo...
This story is a sequel to “Bhavita Fakir Chhiba – The Discovery” posted in the interracial archives. The introduction is found in Bhavita 01 and 02, which is posted in the first time archives. The author hopes you enjoy all the exploits of this oversexed Indian girl who in this part of the saga has just discovered the joys of interracial sex. In the first p...
"Cheese!" "Cheese!" "Yogurt!" "What?" "What? I thought we were supposed to smile and then name our favorite dairy product?" "Rolls eyes, Robert. Let me see the picture." "Did you just actually say 'rolls eyes?' How lame!" "Where are we again?" "Knoxville. You said we should stop here." "Well, I was wrong. How long till Memphis?" "'Bout five hours....
It was loud. The music that is. I had come to a one direction concert for the first time. It's no secret they are my favourite band but it is a secret that I am gay. My name is Phoenix and I'm 18 years old but look much younger. I have relatively short brown hair that I spike up at the front and am baby faced with hazel eyes. I am slim and a little short. Th...
The distance between Suez and Aden is precisely thirteen hundred and ten miles, and the regulations of the company allow the steamers one hundred and thirty-eight hours in which to traverse it. The Mongolia, thanks to the vigorous exertions of the engineer, seemed likely, so rapid was her speed, to reach her destination considerably within that time. The g...
I was a pretty, very overweight girl. I know it's a contradiction in terms for some, but I had it goin' on. I walked into my favorite bar, they had such good live music. I swayed my ample hips as I moved across the room to my favorite seat at the bar. My milky white, heavy breasts boldly on display. The message I was sending with my dark eyeliner and full li...
"I finally know your secret, bitch," Landon Cadbury said to himself as he looked at the Profile on the Ottawa Back Pages. The leather-clad, blonde-haired woman appeared to be in her fifties, wielding a whip and stroking a strap-on dildo. The message advertised the services of Mistress Lorna, supposedly the top Professional dominatrix in the Ottawa capital re...