(Read the series Good morning India for the background of Kira's adventures) * Kira had that evening several guests : Dan her French husband, Ranu his Indian girlfriend and Cindy, an American archeologist who was preparing a memoir on the palace where Kira lived about half the year with her Indian husband Kyrhan. A few years ago, Kira was the happy wife o...
I always answer to readers but several (guy from Ohio and a question about translations) recently sent me erroneous addresses. Chapter 3: Thai Holidays Kyrhan had decided to spend two weeks in Thailand near Phuket alone with his wife Kira and her French husband Dan. He was there incognito : Dan had rented under his own name a small island with only a sing...
There are many islands in the Caribbean, large and small. Some are tourist hotspots with resort after resort lining the beaches. These are the types of places we would go when our children were small and we were seeking security and entertainment for them and relaxation without care for us. Those were wonderful times, but they were long ago. Years go by, ch...
It has rained every day for the first two weeks I've been here. Most of the people seem to revel in it, walking around without an umbrella or making any attempt to run to a shelter when the rain started. As a matter of fact, they seem to go out of their way to GET in the rain, as if they were soaking it up after being parched in the desert. And I guess that...
I opened the door to the bed room and shuffled in. Instinctively I moved towards the right side of the room where I normally slept and started taking my watch off my left hand and placed it on the bed side table. I then clasped the pillow underneath the bed cover, moving it on top of the bed and turning it so that it was standing upright to act as support ag...
This is an entire true story which I am going to expose here All the events happened with me are being described truly and names here are also original. My name is Nadeem . I am 28 and live in Lahore. My father is has dead and mother is an house woman. We have a middle class status. We have neighbours next to us. They were four members. A mother 2 daughters...
There I sat, naked and bound to a chair. The rope was tightly bound over my boobs, digging into my nipples, hurting them, making my massive boobs look like four globes instead of two. A rope ran over my crotch too, digging into my labia, rubbing against my clit, creating a painful yet pleasant sensation. Trupti stood a few feet away from me. Also completely...
You decide you're going to go for smart, but casual. You also learned a long time ago that I really don't see the point in expensive cosmetics and that, perhaps more significantly, I really like you as you are. The long dress will cover you without being too revealing. Later on you might think about wandering around without much on for my benefit, but you're...
The doorbell rang, Nirmala peered out from behind the curtain, surely this couldn’t be the day the waterman came to take the meter reading. She didn’t notice him coming down the street, but he appeared from the house next door. There was a uniformed man banging on the door, she looked at me anxiously, it was him alright. He shouted through the letterbox,...
The first time I met Joan was the day she started work at the bank. I was young then, 22 years old, full of ambition. It was 1998, South Africa was learning to be a democracy, the apartheid era was confined to the history books along with racial segregation. I am a third generation Indian that was born and raised in Johannesburg. I grew up during the aparthe...