Anna and I had wanted a bit of holidays for a long time and I thought about going to Venice on the Orient Express. We both love long train journeys, as long as they are comfortable enough to allow us to rest, and I just thought this was a great opportunity to enjoy the journey as much as the destination. For the occasion, I had bought her a new edition of Mu...
Leena's life had become recently more and more complex : she loved her husband Peter who fucked her as often as his tight work schedule allowed him. She loved prince Kyrhan who was clearly her Master and had decided for many years who would breed her. She loved princess Kira who had trained her and revealed her deep submissive tendencies but she also loved h...
Kumar had really mellowed down as he was now quite calm when Jodhaa kissed Mark good morning or good bye but he watched her constantly during the day and locked the door of their bedroom at night. She had hinted that the two men could share her but Kumar had violently declined the proposal for some reason not specified! Kumar's producer had chosen to shoot...
3/2021 update: I'm enjoying the writing and will keep adding chapters. My request to you is this: give me feedback! Authors love comments, good or bad. I can go back and change stuff that sucks, or maybe change/add stuff at the request of readers. Join me as I navigate the oppressive Indian arranged marriage culture while exploring my sexuality. Your objecti...
Many thanks to techsan for editing this story. It is suggested you read the two previous chapters before reading this chapter. * As you remember from Chapter 2, my wife Emma left me on a Saturday evening to go to what she thought was an innocent dinner with Rolf Ericsson and his friends at the Old Colonel's Mansion. After the dinner she would be introduc...
I never had much luck with girls. While growing up in America white girls always seemed to be out of my league and Indian girls always wanted to be just friends. My luck changed when my marriage was arranged with an exquisite beauty in India. Her skin was not too dark not too pale and she was blessed with amazing natural C cups. Her hips gave her the perfect...
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....
This story is about an Indian mother getting used behind her son's back. This is an experiment, let me know what you think, feedback is appreciated. ***** Rohith hated Tuesdays. He had to tutor Johnny and Carter today, just as he'd done for the past few months. Mrs. Leone, their Algebra teacher who was also Rohith's aunt, had been implored by the coaches t...
My wife, Priya, has always been a slut at heart. She plays 'Ms. Goodie Two Shoes' when I talk about threesomes and swinging, claiming that she's not ready or that it's all too complicated, but recently, I've discovered that's a load of horse shit. And truth be told, I'm digging it. About goddamn time. Priya is a potter. Her true passion is ceramics and it's...
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...