Read the previous parts to understand the remaining and give me some ideas to continue and also encouraging comments. * At around 10:00 am Nirmal came tapping at my room door. By then I already had a herbal bath. It was so refreshing and bathing in front of the life size mirror in my toilet was as if making me more shameless. The general 10-minute long bat...
First things first—I'm going to start using the bio page to communicate what I consider untimely delays in the next chapter, so look there if it seems like it's been a while since anything new has appeared. I've also toyed with the idea of a blog; let me know if that is of interest to anybody. As always, thank you for the comments and feedback. I'm truly f...
I remember the first time I saw you tonight. You were dressed in a most handsome navy blue suit with a sheen on the fabric and it was tailor made for just you. It is quite beautiful work. The stitching was well hidden, the lines sharp and crisp. I could tell it was made by a master tailor. Your shirt was a crisp white with a sheen also. Your black shoes had...
"OK," I answered. "Which nights?" Elle named a weekend about three weeks away. "Anything else?" I asked. "No, you just get the hotel room. I'll take care of the rest." We had been seeing each other for almost a year, so I recognized that mischievous smile. She wasn't going to say anything more no matter how I begged, so I let the matter drop. Not that...
Rose ran a Tea Room on the fringes of the Garden District, within a short distance to Storyville and the French Quarter. Both neighborhoods contributed to her business success. From mid-morning to mid-afternoon, Rose would entertain the wealthy ladies of the Garden District. Her tables were always full, partly owing to the variety of coffees and teas that R...
After taking a minute, Liddy looked back at Hannah. "So you saw the client..." Taking the hint to finish the story, Hannah continued. "Wife was pregnant and couldn't please him apparently, so he fucked me in front of her as a demonstration. He couldn't see me past his gut or whatever half the time, so I took the chance to make the wife happy. The client nev...
This one is a little long, so fair warning. Perhaps not that fair but it's all the warning you are getting so there. Heck I even wander around a little since it's not all sex, or fighting, or whatever other perv thing you want to be reading. Which yes makes me a horrible bitch, and I am so happy that way. I'd say bite me but you probably would and then I wo...
George Appplewhite lay on his sheet, on his metal framed bed with its chipped cream paint. Outside the Gangetic plain offered up its steamy heat and its swill and ordure. The ceiling fan droned and creaked, stirring the sluggish air. This was his junior teacher's bedroom- hardly bigger than a closet- where he had slept since his arrival in India to teach at...
Nisha's mother had been nagging her to wear a saree for some time. It is a traditional wear, she must wear or atleast know how to wear one before getting married. To wear a saree one must need a blouse. The blouse comes from the shoulder to below the breasts. That week she told her mother about wearing a saree. Her mother was excited to hear it. The next d...
By way of introduction, let me say that if you haven't read the first chapters of this story, then much of the next few pages will mean very little to you. So I suggest you go back and read "Mister Jack Miller: Chapters 1 thru 5" to get the background on this tale. That having been said, please...read on... Before putting on my underwear, I looked at the bo...