1 Celine and Roger were growing apart. It was inevitable. In the early days they had sex two or three times day. Mid morning after Sylvester has gone to work and the kids off to school. Then in the afternoon soon after lunch before the kids were back from school. They had to try hard not to let the kids know any thing was amiss. That was one condition Sylve...
The dancing girl from Cairo When Kira arrived at the Cairo airport, she was somewhat like a young girl at a debutante ball : usually she travels wearing Indian clothes, most frequently a saree. She flies in first class under her name ok Kira Chowdhury-Singh, the wife of a member of the government of the Indian Republic and she is often accompanied by Kyrhan...
*NOTE:- [ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18 YEAR AND OLDER.girls, boys, whose appearances in the story as actors of a pornographic movie are also adults even if there is no mention of there age anywhere in the story.] [This is not a stand alone story.It does not involve direct sex also.But the emphasis is on creating as much erotic situations as possible as stories pro...
Ladies and Gentlemen: Ever wonder, what they do? Ever wonder, just what they actually do, those dark suited, black brolly wielding, black briefcase carrying, black Bowler Hat wearing, British Government Civil Servants? Yes? Well, I will tell you, then. The following account is an excerpt from my Diaries, in which I assiduously chronicle the daily events...
I've had a very good life. I was born and raised, as a servant, on a huge estate in the Maryland mountains. Well, really hills. It was and is owned by an extremely wealthy and very important family. I most certainly remember my life, what I've experienced. But a lot of my background I've picked up in bits and pieces over the years. My mother was one of the...
Major Tremaine arrived early at the Indian camp. Langlade was there to meet him. "I see you didn't overload yourself. I'm impressed," he said. The Major nodded. He had not worn his bright scarlet uniform coat. Instead he had on a brown sleeveless waistcoat and his shirt and breeches though white had faded to a light gray. Not something you normally saw a B...
This is a memory from the past... the year was 1990 and I had just crossed my 18th birthday. We lived in Bombay. The story that I am about to narrate is real...as real as the smell of Anuradha's body odour that coats my senses. as real as the taste of her pussy-juice on my lips. Anuradha or Anu as we called her worked in our house she turned up regularly a...
You wouldn’t know it to look at me now, but I was a fiftyish, chubby, archeologist who spent most of his life digging in the southwestern desert for government wages as a civil servant. My name was Eric Stahl. My stamina was not what it was before, and when I got to cum, there wasn’t much but a dribble - not that I got a lot of opportunities out in the boond...
Chapter Five © Lily Rockmore "Jay, is that you?" Even as Jay froze in his step, he prayed the voice didn't belong to whom he thought it belonged to. At first, he ignored it, turning back to the little Indian man who was ever so eager to sell him sugared peanuts. Jay passed the man a couple of loose change and the man shoveled several spoonfuls of nut...
Chapter 06 Miami vices! From an idea by Dalhia57 At Miami airport, there were two girls in sarees and it really puzzled Mukherjee but the two girls were already chatting in a quite friendly way with a young man who had a very close family appearance with the oldest woman. They welcomed the two new newcomers with exuberance. If the men just shook hands, Ro...