John was a tall, heavyset man, with American Indian features, deep brown eyes and a smile that lit up a room when he entered it. His wife's name was Kandy, a petite BBW with red hair, emerald-green eyes, and a cute button nose. She had a vivacious attitude toward like, love, and sex. Both of them were retired, and spent their time traveling and spoiling thei...
It was Saturday after noon on a warm day in May Day. I had been home for a week and was setting on the porch enjoying the smell of fresh cut hay from the field next door when Paula stuck her head out the door. "Want a beer Sam?" "Sure that would be nice." She came back out handing me to cold can of Long Star. "Here ya go." I'm going to wash my car." "Tha...
Two weeks passed. I could not get the anger out of my mind. I could not shake a sense of shame, the only remedy for which was masturbation. I was angry with Julian. I was ashamed of what I had done with April. I was more ashamed of the knowledge that, given the chance, I would do it again. I had opted out of my psychology/ philosophy group. There were only...
It was Friday night. The weekend. Most people were excited to have these golden days arrive, but they didn't mean much to me. I had no plans - again. The weather was supposed to be fairly decent and I was thinking it might be a good time to work in the yard to prepare it for the upcoming summer. Sitting there in front of the television, I was staring mindle...
Pick Up or Delivery Mr. Tease. It wasn't the kind of nickname that would inspire sighs from literary review, but Sean needed a nickname for years. He'd called me angel so long that even I couldn't remember where it came from. All I knew was that I loved it. As a child, people had discouraged or forbidden their children to associate with me. That meant my li...
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. * I am a teacher taking his sabbatical in India. One afternoon as I was leafing through the local English language paper I came across a soli...
Ms. Preethi has challenged my mistress. Actually, I was tossed up among the tussle between my temporary mistress and my goddess for life. I didn't want my goddess to be disappointed and humiliated in front of her friends. She had such a confidence in my abilities that she lent me to her friend. I didn't want to shatter her confidence and bring her shame. A...
In India, a discussion between the husband and wife is different from what happens in the USA or Europe. So, the phrase 'we need to talk' means a dialogue on the daily routine of life, children, in-laws, other relatives and seldom about 'us.' Talking about 'us' is taboo and talking about sex is like 'bioterrorism.' Plus, the language is a great barrier. We...
Some of my stories are complete fiction, others are based on stories told me by others as true experiences, but this one is a story that actually happened to me. The personalities are accurately portrayed to the best of my ability. I've added a little kink to make it more interesting for me and hopefully for you the reader, but fundamentally it was real and...
CHAPTER 8 - Isha's secret desire. Effy was sat crossed legged on her bed, the weekend was drawing to a close as dusk settled over the moors, it had been a great weekend, Effy deciding to spend some time with her friends, and have a small break from the erotic enchantments and her college work. Last night she went into the village with Isha and Amy, partl...