Special Thanks to Roman for editing and proof reading. ***** It's almost been 10 months since I left Airline industry. I wasn't all that keen for a new job, but wasting days and months killing time wasn't a good idea. There were plenty of openings in the BPO sector with good pay. I'm grateful to dad; he was the one who, about four years ago, persuaded me t...
Mountain Resort 4 Epilogue Peter, the very powerful English CEO, had business meetings in New Delhi with several government officials. As on many previous occasions, he was invited in prince Kyrhan's lush palace off the city. His wife, Linda, who had recently been renamed Leena, a more Indian sounding name, was also in the country. She was heavily pregnant...
First and foremost I would like to thank my fellow author sweetdreamssss for proposing this idea. Her insights on this write were incredibly helpful. The tale is written by me and my fingers which are too tired to type a few words for themselves. I am typing this with my toes. I promise. * "Hey Rivan, Your order is ready for delivery. It's your last order...
I parked across the street from the house I formally called home. The exterior appeared unchanged after eleven months away. There was a time when I would pull up in this driveway and be filled with joy at the prospect of just being home with my family. Sometimes happiness is but an illusion, as I so painfully discovered. As I sat there staring at 2200 Sycam...
This story could also go in Non-Consent, Reluctance; if that isn't your thing, you've been warned. ************* At forty four years old I, Dalton Phillips, had all of the trappings of success, including a big brokerage account, a prestigious job, a beautiful home in a ritzy neighborhood, a Tesla, and a family that by outward appearances was close knit. I...
Dante stood in the center of a large ornate room and looked around at the many cases that were full of some of the finest pieces of... well, some would call them art. A mischievous grin curled his lips as he walked up to one of the cases and rocked back the glass top. On a velvet pillow was a piece of Moche pottery. The Moche were an ancient Peruvian culture...
((Hey all! Here's the conclusion to the Hung Games, I hope you enjoy. Soon I'm going to begin dropping chapters of the sequel to these set in the same world but far from the arena of professional fuck-fighting, stay tuned for the upcoming Huge Man on Campus.)) *** It was actually really nice between Desiree, Joseph, Luke and I after that. All of us slept a...
"Where is Arvind?" the man at the door shouted. He must have been about seventy years old. He was wearing a shirt and a dhoti, which is a white cloth worn around the waist in South India and covers the lower part of the body all the way down to the toes. Saroja heard the noises outside and came rushing from the kitchen. Who was this asking for her husband s...
The story so far: Lisbeth Somerset is a 36-year old English workaholic who teaches human rights at a university in an Arab country. She is caught handing a bomb to the assassin who had plans to kill the children of the local ruler and of other dignitaries. That ruler, Sheikh Fouad, consumed with rage, considers the death penalty even too lenient for her and...
A glimpse of the good times. I started getting used to Chennai and Shivu / my father in law's brother and their sexual exploits. First time in years realized that I was being used and was not in control of my life. The marriage to Sridhar and the return to native land were not working out for me. Slowly – I influenced myself that I need not live with th...