Priya Kocheta stepped out of the shower and wrapped a soft white towel around her. She entered her bedroom and let the towel drop to the floor. Opening the wardrobe door, she looked at her reflection in the full length mirror. Jet black hair, though she had noticed a few silver strands lately. Strikingly beautiful face, displaying her Anglo Indian heritage...
Trigger warning: I seem to be attracting a lot of frustrated idiotic incels and MRA types who don't seem to understand that fiction/fantasy are different from actual reality. So just a heads up for them. This story explores the details and consequences of willful infidelity in India. If that triggers you snowflakes, don't read it. If you still choose to read...
Denise woke. She felt… odd. She rolled over, feeling stiff and sore. "Oh!" She remembered why she felt a bit sore, there and smiled, remembering the feeling of Stan being deep inside her ass, the stretching being a little uncomfortable, but the sensation of being filled was soooo good! She looked down. Stan was still asleep, bless him. She loved t...
Fatima grabs her gym bag and makes a beeline for the front door, hoping if she passed by the kitchen quickly enough, her mother might not see her. She's almost made it to the door when she hears her mother's voice calling her name. She halts, drops her gym bag, groans inwardly and replies irritably, "Coming mummy!" "Where do you think you're going young lad...
Chapter 2: The Rocking W Ranch and a Worn-Out Car The jostling of the truck as it crosses over the cattle guard awakens Sam. Cattle guards are strips of steel bars spaced about 3-inches apart over an open steel box. The purpose is to prevent livestock from trying to walk through an opening in a fence. Cattle attempt to cross, but the opening between the bar...
Ch. 3: If you men only knew... *** We had got to know Erika while in Germany. She was a documentary film maker with a growing reputation. She wanted to focus on Buddhism and Indian culture, and it was thus that she made the acquaintance of Poonam the intellectual. The two women hit it off with a rare connection of minds. Erika was the epitome of the moder...
Most of the blokes I know of my age - 33 - seem to be lusting after younger women: once a girl hits 25 they're not interested in her. Not me. It's not that I couldn't attract them - I'm reckoned to be reasonably good looking in a truck driver-jobbing builder sort of way, mop of chestnut hair, twinkling Weimaraner blue eyes, a ready smile and my slightly bent...
Preface: This is my completely original "fanfic" story using characters from the classic story by aurelius1982. I have had multiple comments on my past stories requesting a female narration of that story, and I was a big fan of the story anyway, so I thought why not. The author of the original story, aurelius1982 already has read this story and approved my p...
Jamaica Shama had been a sexual glutton. So it was amazing and gratifying to me that post-Marcus Shama was even more so. For the next couple of weeks, whenever time and circumstance permitted, she initiated sex, usually with a handjob and a blowjob. Which was a change from recent years. Although we had done a lot of hand stuff in the early days of our relat...
Once again I want to thank my editor "Wires" for his assistance with this story. His advice has improved this chapter drastically. I have made a few changes since his last review and want to emphasize any errors are definitely mine. * Before they returned to America Roger crossed the channel and sailed into Brest where he sold the cargo in his merchantman...