The Indian Orgy -Episode 1 I hope that most of you must have read my previous stories, and liked them. The next story that I am about to write is about a party that I had attended in Calcutta, and it turned out to be an orgy. I was in Calcutta to look after some official work. During my stay out there I came across Mr. Ghosh. He was a consultant to the com...
"Your husband's eyes light up when we mention your name, Subbu" said the lady, "you have to tell me what you do to make him love you so much." "Do they, Kiran madam?" Subbu was immensely pleased to hear that. "They do without any doubt. How do you manage that?" The questioner was in her early forties. Though plainly dressed, she had the bearing of a per...
Chapter 2 - Becoming a Man ((Disclaimer: Fair warning, This story, while eventually will turn erotic, starts out telling a story, as any good story teller will do, sets you up with a history, a back ground something to chew on. I promise though that if you stick with me you will not be disappointed. Also the legends and people in this story are of my own cr...
Hi friends, I am Mohan and I grew up in a small town just north of Cannanore in Kerala. I welcome comments. This is a true narrative. The names have been changed to similar sounding names. Our first year college English teacher was Miss Sarojini. She was single, slim, light skinned, about 5'4" tall, had an nice (34B) bosom and was probably in her late twe...
Chapter 02: Ellie After my wonderful evening with Susan, the interior designer (Part 1 of the series), I made a few notes in my ship's log, being sure to include her favorite activities and sensitive spots. If given the chance, I wanted to show her I cared about her in any future encounters with her. I had learned at a young age from an older (mid thirtie...
By Dan57 and Cih Lydia woke up early as she had to walk three miles to the cotton fields. The other workers used pick up lorries but it was for her an easy way to exercise somewhat. Cotton harvesting is tedious but not overmuch demanding. The only problem was the terrible heat of the Indian summer. The workers used to start working early in the morning and...
I reached home and laid down on my bed. It was a long day. My teammates completely stopped working on the project we were supposed to complete before the end of the semester. I'm left doing the work of 6 people. When I talked to the three girls in the group today, they said they would beg the teacher for the grades instead and that they don't care. I decided...
Her big round wide open eyes looked up at him with an innocence that made him harden instantly. He shifted uncomfortably, 'there was no way that she could know the effect she was having on him.' he thought to himself. He sat down on the sofa and tried to think of a million different things other than the virginal youth before him. Her innocence accentuated b...
Katrina sat down across the young man Indian style, carefully arranging the dress around herself while she nursed a steaming cup of coffee. "Is it a deal?" she repeated again. The man sighed. He wasn't unpleasant to look at, but still not very handsome. He wasn't exactly stupid, but clearly not the sharpest cut Jack-O-Lantern. His name doesn't even matter....
(This is an editorial I published in the current edition of the Shallowater Weekly Express and Wolfforth Word Weekly, which I edit. Please do not use the names of the people involved without requesting their permission. This was edited slightly because I always re-edit my work. This is dedicated to honey123, an author who asked for this story via private me...