Their first meeting was innocuous, at an official get together hosted by Shuba's husband Vijay's company. The cocktail part was hosted in one of the city's posh hotels and attended by several leading businessmen. For Shuba it was it was a very new experience. She was a small town girl, recently moved to Mumbai after her marriage to Vijay. Shuba was a tall,...
In the darkness and dense nothing, Lynn put her hand to her face but she could not even see her palm. "Not again!" She felt her body and became instantly aware of her nakedness. "Why does that keep happening?" Her feet were bare as she shuffled a foot over the ground slowly. It seemed to be sand, dirt and gravel mixed. A dry sandy crust surface broke when...
"This is haram," Zahra Hamideh said as her classmate Richa Chuttani drew near, a cocky grin on her lovely face. Zahra felt her pulse quicken as Richa came toward her, and Zahra wasn't sure whether to kiss the cocky bitch or slap the shit out of her. I just might do both, Zahra thought, her eyes flitting over Richa's lithe yet curvy body. Richa looked great i...
Lynn awoke from her slumber and sprang into her day. She was eager to get on the road and headed home. She began packing her things and glanced at the dream catcher on the bed and a smile crawled across her face as her thoughts of the tall Indian came flooding back. Lynn picked up the dream catcher and held it out in front of her while she gazed at it. It's...
Ever since I befriended my colleague Rahul, I was introduced to two of his lovely, sexy, voluptuous and horny aunties. Just like my friend Rahul I started to call them aunties as well. Malathy aunty was the eldest and she was 45 years old while her sister Geetha aunty was 38 years old. They both lived together in a posh condominium in Mountbaten road. Both o...
************************************** It's been almost two years since I've started this, and it's been a long road but I'm finally happy with this chapter (and very eager to get it out). There's more to come but I make no promises given my last hiatus, but I do have a new drive for writing again and I'm much less busy so we'll see how it goes. There's a p...
Lynn awoke stretching broadly yawning with clinched fist. She bumped the dream catcher that still lay on the bed next to her. The TV was on that she had fell asleep watching. Laying there a moment to collect her thoughts she pulled the covers off of her in ready to roll out of the bed. When her feet hit the floor she sat there and wiped her eyes and face lo...
Note - This story is an Indianization of a story I read several years ago. I have changed the basic details and altered the plot slightly. The characters used in this story are Yashodhara and Ajit from my story series Indian Wife's Descent and the events here happen a couple of years after it. It is not necessary to read that series to follow this one, but i...
Chapter Two: The Indian Reservation Station A car sliced through the heavy hot air, roaring across the desert highway. Blasting past a rickety and wind worn sign, that read; Indian Reservation Station, one mile ahead. The wind slapped at the sign, vibrating it at a loose screw. It then settled into stillness, after the vehicles passing wake, subsided. In...
If you followed my previous stories, you will know that both me and my Indian wife Geeta are busy professionals and don't often get time for play dates. We must plan this well in advance, get office leaves and sort out a place where we can meet. Most of you know that my wife is Asian Indian, and I love to share her. I enjoy watching her being aroused by sens...