[ Please read Part 1 of this story as otherwise it would not make sense] * A blood-curdling shriek of agony and a yell of victory rang out through the room and for a moment Rudra was too stunned to react. Then he rushed through the door of the boudoir and what he saw made his blood run cold. Mastan and his mother Deepa, both still naked, were locked in a...
It was mid-1950s America. It was Mrs Reilly's house- one of the finest in Brewer, Minnesota- on a sunny afternoon. Under the chandelier, below the big oil canvas of naughty Cupid being spanked by Venus, in front of an audience of well-attired ladies smoking cigarettes and shrouded in their perfumes, and schoolgirls excited to be witness, the drama was now re...
Storytellers note: Those of you that may have read my other effort (s) at this already know that I am not a writer and do not claim to be. I do continue trying to be a storyteller and I hope you can enjoy the telling of this story. It is a total fabrication of my mind. It never happened. Probably never will, but just in case, all persons are above the legal...
"Why did I even think it, it was so stupid of me, I still cannot understand why I blurted it out, 'I love you,' like a silly schoolgirl" Maria and Susan were enjoying an afternoon coffee on Susan's terrace, and Maria had enlisted her in the role of agony aunt. "Possibly," suggested Susan tentatively, "Just possibly there may be just a tiny element of truth...
Emily Janson was devastated when she got the call that Jonathan, the man she was to marry in two weeks, was just killed in a motorcycle accident. Holding the phone to her ear, her breath leaving her, she stood still, unable to speak, unable to comprehend the words she heard. The call came from Jonathan's mother, who had just been called by the police. "Oh n...
Thank you for your wonderful feedbacks and recommendations on what needs to be done next in the storyline. I strongly recommend you to read 'Desires of an Indian Mind pt 1' before you read this part. This part of the series would contain a storyline within few characters who would play a vital role in the series that will follow. The story line starts with...
And so I decided to take a stab at steampunk erotica. The only small problem, as it turned out, was that I found that I wanted to establish the steampunk bit, and to determine something about the erotica, so the latter was a little time arriving. Don't worry, we get there in the end – though if you're in a hurry, you might want to look elsewhere. The other p...
The London train was almost packed to capacity as it pulled out of Folkestone station. I had just managed to catch it having arrived just a few minutes earlier by hovercraft from Boulogne in northern France. At that time I was working in Paris having been seconded to my company's office there as an accounting supervisor and was about to enjoy my first weeken...
The story continues... The night is sultry. The warm breeze that gently caresses the leaves in the trees is a welcome relief to you. It washes over your naked skin and helps to alleviate the slightly dull, but gradually increasing sharp pang in your knees. In addition... you smile wickedly to yourself... the breeze has another effect. A much more lustful ef...
Do you know what it's like to be twenty-seven in Eugene, Oregon? How boring it can be at times, when the most entertaining part of your month is the weekend spent at Klamath Falls Airport, drilling with the 173rd Fighter Wing? How boring it can be, especially when the M.B.A. you're working on at the University of Oregon essentially restricts you to your apar...