"Oh, what power the giltie gie us, to see oursells as others see us." -- Scottish poet Robert Burns (1759-1796) Usually an editorial is the first thing I write for these newspapers. But some editorials are harder to write than others. This one is the hardest yet. Why? Because I keep changing my perceptions on how I see myself, and how I should discuss the...
An introductory note to readers, especially my Literotican followers. I am flattered and pleased by the reception of my stories, and thank one and all for their comments and suggestions - all such are very welcome. To all suggestions for sequels or follow-ups, those are under serious consideration. ABOUT THIS STORY - This is a longish story, but I think...
My life wasn't much of a fun. I was short as a kid, which always kept me under-confidence, even when I got tall. It was my unsocial behavior which aroused my interest with books and I emerged to become what is called a nerd. So getting back to story, I had passed my 12 standard and was trying to enjoy the time after school and before college which meant a l...
Amar died when he was getting into his working clothes just after having had his shower. As had been his practice for more than a decade, he had woken up at a quarter to six, drove over for his daily yoga, returned at seven and spent his daily half an hour with Reena, his wife, sipping herbal tea in their well maintained garden. He had then washed his ca...
Harmon Brubaker was a retired Master Chief in the Navy, who had decided to move to Salem, Oregon, to be in the same town as his 17 year old daughter, Vivian. She was living with her mother, Harmon's ex-girlfriend Sandy, who had since married and made 2 children with her husband, Linus. Harmon had never married, as he had decided to concentrate on helping r...
Starting in the 1600s, when the English first found India, family tradition has it that at least one male member of every generation has gone off in quest of Indian cunt; a kind of coming of age thing. Others went off to subjugate, to teach those damn natives what the white man's superiority was all about; but not us. Not for us pseudo patriotic thoughts of...
"I absolutely cannot work like this," Dharaniya Subramanian said, and with that, the young woman resolutely walked out of the porno film set. She headed straight to the showers, and after cleansing herself for half an hour, she got dressed and left. Outside the Van Nuys Avenue studio in Los Angeles, California, a rather beautiful day and clear blue skies bec...
Synopsis: Sayali, a beautiful but undisciplined Indian teenager, encounters a personal tutor who is interested in taming her spirit for his own purposes, rather than to please her mother, who also has designs on him. Returning to Neleema's home finally broke the grip that Ms Jorsay had on me. It seemed as if there was a small army of workmen doing all man...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story has been submitted as part of the RAINY DAY STORY CHALLENGE set on the Author Hangout Discussion Forum. All criteria and build up can be viewed through this link: RAINY DAY STORY CHALLENGE THREAD * * * * * I once new a girl whose parents called all 5 of their kids pretty weird names. Well, weird to me anyway. Well put it this wa...
WARNING: This is a FANTASY story. It may contain themes of consensual non-consent, slavery, dominance/submission, and/or extreme pain. Please do not try any of this at home. Do not try ANY fantasy with ANYONE unless you've discussed it in detail with them beforehand. Informed consent is fucking mandatory. ***** The following day began with me leaving the f...