Here is a recent correspondence I had with a young lady who had read my stories and wanted to humiliate herself by telling me some of the most shameful and embarrassing things about her own private parts: Hey!! I'm a young Indian girl and I would like to share my dirty details with you. You turn me on. I love your stories and loved the idea of being one of...
Sony had just gone when Vikas' phone rang. It was Parineeti. "Hello darling!" Vikas smiled as he answered the call from his beautiful secretary. "Hello Sir!" "How are you doing? How is Goa?" "I am good. Goa is nice, but I am hating it." "Arre! Why?" "Because you are not here." Pari said in a pouty voice. ============== Half an hour ago. Parin...
Friends, This is a true story regarding how I had to give into demands of my boss to keep my high profile career flying. I migrated to USA in search of a better life style, career growth and financial gains. Being a graduate from top class Indian University in the days of DOT COM boom, I found it rather easy to find a job in silicon valley California. I gre...
By Dan57 and Cih Amit's return Lydia had stayed home during the whole Diwali festival in fear of falling into the clutches of Sir Nigam or Vikash, the police officer. She was still trying to immerse deeper in the Indian civilization : so she had lit up a traditional row of twenty diyas (ghee lamps) to celebrate the return of Rama and the victory of good ag...
The snowflake was thick like a piece of white cotton gauze ripped off. The ends were frayed like a dozen ripped strings. With its million friend on this dark cloudy day, it sailed diagonally towards the ground until a gust picked it up and carried it across the hot pool. The hot pool was bubbling. Foggy fingers were reaching out of it. The foggy fingers were...
Inspired by a married couple I have recently been chatting on line with, the following story contains elements of mild D&S between consenting adults. This is a subject I admit to having very little knowledge of, only what I've gleaned from conversations and the internet, so if I've got it wrong, I apologise profusely to anyone who practises that particul...
My special thank you to Anton Uselmann for his editorial assistance. A specific event early in my wife's sexual history unleashed a sense of liberation and driving hunger her sexual liberation to seek and experience and subsequent development. The story is substantially true, but fictionalized since I only know the basic sketch second hand. Nonetheless,...
Everyone in this story is of the legal age limit. This story is pure fantasy and in no way a true representation of real life. It is not intended to offend, though it might. Please remember: It's all fantasy! Any and all feedback is much welcomed; please feel free to e-mail me any thoughts you may have. *** Karl went into his house and was greeted by his t...
"I date and fuck who I want, tradition be damned," said Simran Kaur, and the five-foot-ten, curvaceous young Sikh Indian woman began browsing online profiles. Sitting in her apartment in Vanier, Simran looked for something to spice up her dreary existence. After all, Simran is in college and what better time for a young woman to explore life, adventure and o...
*WARNING- This story has some significant remarks related to race that might be offensive to some people. If you are sensitive to them, then please don't read this story. Because the intensity is bound to increase in upcoming parts. All characters are above 18 at the time of sex. ***** Rosabell, aged 42 and Doug Abraham, aged 45, are a rich and wealthy E...