Indian Train Stories

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The Teacher Researches Psychology

by Frotter on Sep 12, 2017
Fetish

-------------------------------------------- I like feedback, but prefer that with an e-mail address. This is the third story in my fantasy series about "The Teacher." I have another series about my real life experiences under the title "Women in Control." If you like this story check out my profile, and read my other stories. If you read several please con...

Muslim Dominatrix with Strapon

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

I keep hearing that Muslim male submissive types in the world of BDSM are hard to find, and I laugh at the kinds of people who say these things. Yes, there are Muslim women in the world of BDSM, and I'm proud to say that I am one of them. My name is Sulafah Faeed, and I'm a young woman living in the City of Toronto, in provincial Ontario. I'm mixed race, bor...

Biracial Amazon Queen

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

"Don't call me mixed, dude, for your information, I identify as black," I said to the wannabe super-fly Latino dude in the Durag who stepped up to me. That fateful morning, I was at Bayview Station, waiting for the O-Train which would take me to the Carleton University campus. After hollering at me in Spanish, a language I do not speak, the bozo finally deci...

Evening Commute

by karapriest on Sep 13, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

After a day of meetings in town, I find the commuter train that will take me to the lot where I've parked my car. It's late rush hour in fall, which mean it's already getting dark. I miss the late sunshine, but the warm temperatures of the Indian summer weather we've been having are a pretty good tradeoff. On the platform, I put my tote down and fold my swea...

Coffee Bitter As Love

by DoctorSintax on Sep 17, 2017
Non-Erotic

Coffee seemed to be the pole around which life revolved then. Take the coffee bar in the hotel beside the railway station, where Jane used to arrive on her commuter train in the morning. I usually got there first, and would grab the window table – our table, it was, for a season – looking out over City Square. Sometimes I would sneak a look at the crossword...

A Muslim Dominatrix Rules Ottawa

by Samuelx on Sep 12, 2017
Interracial Love

I keep hearing that Muslim male submissive types in the world of BDSM are hard to find, and I laugh at the kinds of people who say these things. Yes, there are Muslim women in the world of BDSM, and I'm proud to say that I am one of them. My name is Sulafah Faeed, and I'm a young woman living in the City of Toronto, in provincial Ontario. I'm mixed race, bor...

I See You (ICU)

by snath on Sep 16, 2017
Romance

Katpaddi railway station is in the state of Tamilnadu, India and is the nearest station of Christian Medical College, Vellore. My father in law was admitted at CMC, Vellore. After getting a call from my brother in law, I had boarded Himsagar Express train in Punjab and disembarked the train at Katpaddi in an early morning of November a couple of years back...

Dr Watson's Wimbledon Wanton

by shawalphamale on Sep 17, 2017
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

------------------------------------- England's greatest detective is away in the Balkans and sexual blackmail is afoot in centre court. Can the good Doctor save Miss Maude Oakes from a fate worse than being beaten by the American challenger or will it be love all? ------------------------------------- It's often said that doctors make the worst patients...

Dr Watson & Love All

by shawalphamale on Sep 17, 2017
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

It's often said that doctors make the worst patients and I was feeling fretful enough to prove the point. Still, it was a day that would cause any Londoner to chafe at having to remain indoors: high summer and a cloudless sky outside as the sun warmed the cobblestones of Baker Street and smiled through the opened windows of number 221B. The chemical retorts...

Visit to Varanasi

by dan57 on Sep 19, 2017
Loving Wives

Prince Kyrhan had just been relieved of his duties as commanding officer of the President's regiment in New Delhi. He had loved these months of active duty that reminded him of his participation to fights with the Pakistani army near the border many years ago. Nowadays, there had beeen no fights apart from occasional skirmishes mainly due to activists crossi...