Marine had been invited to a cocktail at her friend Kira's house in the East of France. Kira was offering it to celebrate her return from her last travel to India. Their hostess had invited all her friends, men and women. She had prepared gifts for everyone. Marine had been given a saree. She was wondering how to wear it. Kira could have offered her a manual...
1. I was stuck in my own life. I was a 32 year old young lady with a lot more to live but no where near aware of that. But events that would follow changed my whole perspective of things. I lived in with a lazy boyfriend, he being my high school sweetheart and rushed into decisions faster than we should have. It all seemed like a fairy tale and was too goo...
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. My luck was good and Ms Kanan Jorsay agreed to meet with me later in the morning. In fact she even accepted my invitation to have lunch, if...
Early the next morning we had breakfast with Grandpa, and the rest of the family. Judge Mitchell showed up at the stables as we were hitching the mules to the wagons. "Clay, I need to speak to you before you leave. Do you have a minute?" he asked. Going over to him, I said, "Sure, Judge. We was just getting ready to go. What can I do for you this morning?...
It had been three weeks since I had been rear ended by Zara, the beautiful and oh so commanding Desi goddess who responded to my superior attitude by stripping me naked in the streets and giving me the spanking I deserved, and in the process discovering how many needs I had that she could fulfill. Here I am, ready for my training. I shiver in anticipation....
The weather man said the blizzard was rolling in in a couple of hours. Mandy looked at her watch and then grabbed the last box from her old blue camry. The house sat on the edge of the woods out from a small town in North Dakota. Mandy had bought the house two weeks ago and just this last week begun moving into it. Mandy knew as she went into the old farmho...
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 by Dalhia57 In the following days, Mukherjee and Rohini had to attend receptions offered by his friends, customers and family. It was a nice way to have Rohini put on the most beautiful sarees he could buy. He especially loved to see her wear such an epitome of Indian classical beauty. He resented deeply the western look that Vanessa preferre...
While the characters in this and in my previous stories are based loosely on my wife and me, this is entirely a work of fiction. If you do not like to read fantasies about cuckolds or sex-starved wives, then please move on and read another type of story. Constructive criticism about my writing style or about the story is welcome. Other comments are not. --...
Neeti held the wad of cash in her hand as we cuddled. I gently stroked her big tits. Even my gentle stroking made her sigh a little, reminding me just how intensely my wife had just gotten fucked by the farm hand. She sure smelled like it. I could sense the familiar scent of my wife's sweat, but it was multiplied by a magnitude of a thousand. She must have...