(From an idea by Tim) Mr Prusti had summoned Nirupama for a private conference. As usual, he sat at his desk and she stayed standing at attention in front of him. She was wearing a yellow saree that was completely see through. Her petticoat was equally in a flimsy material and anyone at the office had been able to notice she wasn't wearing anything under h...
For the guys who seem to dislike Queen English (hence many assumed misspellings for US readers) and those hating to see a white woman being fucked by some colored man, harsh : better stop reading my stories as it's one of the writer's fetishes! For less limited people, Hindi people from the North of India are of the same origin (Aryans) as most European an...
From an idea from Dalhia57 * Kira had boarded the high speed train in Metz at 06:49. She was on the way to Paris as she did about every two months. She had kissed her French husband goodbye and left hurriedly. As usual, she had attracted widespread attention from the other travelers, as she was wearing a saree in Metz' monumental station. She was resting i...
By Woodmanone copyright February/2011 Please consider reading the Trilogy of "The Trail West, Winterborn, and The Gathering to better understand how those characters and events flow into this story. Reading Part 1 will set the stage for this continuation of the story. Constructive comments and emails are very welcome and much appreciated. If you like or...
"Don't feel bad about yesterday, Asifa, it's only natural, and besides, I like it when women fart," Clive Winston said enthusiastically, and he flashed Asifa Thumar a rather suggestive wink. You did not just say that, Asifa thought, flabbergasted by what her co-worker just said. Asifa's sheer discomfort regarding every word that came out of Clive's mouth som...
This is a stand alone story, though set in the same universe as Delhi Nights. You don't need have read those stories for this to make sense, but there are some connections and Easter eggs to those stories for readers. GOA NIGHTS I I stood on the edge of the doorway, the whiskey in my hand forgotten and warming, the woman leaning against me an indistinct h...
This takes place after Wanda T&A on TV As the nursing student chosen to be fast-tracked into the Chief Nursing Officer training program Wanda was expected to attend her school's fundraiser to celebrate the children's wing of the teaching hospital attached to the nursing school of the Teaching and nursing college she attended. Wanda's husband Julie had to...
"East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet," or so wrote the illustrious Rudyard Kipling in his 'Ballad of East and West.' With all due respect to Kipling, however, the two have indeed met, and have been dancing a complicated exchange of goods, ideas and even people for many centuries now. And this cultural exchange applies to almost all...
Hello readers. I have been reading stories here since 6yrs. I enjoy reading here and now I have come up with my inaugural story. Since this is my first story, I am prone to commit mistakes. I tried my best to make it interesting one. I am an Indian guy. Well, my story is also on Indian girl. I am a guy below 25 and above 20. Born in nineties. I am a fair loo...
CHAPTER 18: STEVE'S DISCOVERY Sorrel said nothing more about the mysterious stain on our bedroom carpet all through the following week. I guessed she thought my cock had dribbled or something as I moved around the bedroom. I'd stupidly forgotten that Eve was a squirter, and I should've expected her to do something like that. But thinking on it, Sorrel may h...