"...and the colored girls say, 'do, dee-do...'" I chuckle. "What?" She looks into my eyes, my rapidly glazing eyes; smiles. "It's funny what comes into your head." "Lou Reed? Yeah, kinda weird. Feeling any nausea?" "Not yet. Will I?" "I hope not but...sometimes the first time. Just a bit more." She finishes plunging the syringe. I'm feeling light and...
Note: Please read my earlier two posted stories if you want to enjoy this story fully and completely. * It finally happened, after many years of fantasizing on my part and over the years slowly opening up my shy, conservative wife Hina, my ultimate fantasy has finally become fulfilled. I am Junaid, and this is the true story of my wife Hina and me that h...
Hey everyone, this is Nabeel from Pakistan. I've been fond of reading and enjoying to so many stories that are uploaded here regardless of the real or fake nature. And after such a long association to this site, now I've planned to share my real life experiences with all you people. So cutting short let me introduce myself. My name is Nabeel and I am a grap...
Before I start the next part I would like to repeat the last few lines of part 2. 'Have any of the three men fucked you in the ass hole?' I asked. 'All three of them,' she giggled, 'my husband fucked me in my ass hole during my period. Murad bhai loves fucking my asshole because my sister does not allow him to fuck hers and you know about pathans. They a...
"Seat 2B, right here sir," the strikingly attractive stewardess advised me where to sit, "and have a very pleasant flight." I was surprised that she had actually added those last words as employees of the particular airline were not really known for their friendly attitude. Come to think of it, they were not known for their good looks either. The Pakistan...
I Lying in bed, reading the latest letter from Shahnawaz, Payal could not help but feel proud that her husband had found the business legs he so wanted in the joint project with Sam Chen's Malaysian company. In the past years the concern had increased revenues by more than 100% and his decision to focus on work looked like it was paying off. Shahnawaz's fre...
MARYUM AASAN, TELECOM BITCH -- PART VII -- THE CAREER END "Oye randi, idhar bhi toh kabhi apnay jalway zahir kyun nahin kar deyti? (Yo whore, why do you not let us see your assets sometimes too?)," the words rang through my mind as I completed the long trek from the main gate, via the administration building and finally to the new office block. As if things...
#03: Rudyard Kipling, Kim Kim lay under the banyan tree with closed eyes. His thoughts swirled in his mind. "Kim ... Kim .... Kim ... who is Kim?" Kimball O'Hara, son of a deceased regimental sergeant. Kim of the Punjab, whose native mother died in his youth, leaving him to live as he could. Kim the quick-witted, who knew how to beg a little rice and a bit...
This story is entirely fictitious; enjoy. The first section is for those who have not read chapter 1. ------------------------------ In the beginning God created both man and woman in his own image and they were both naked, and they were not ashamed. However, they sinned by tasting fruit from the tree of knowledge. So, God sent forth Adam and Eve from th...
Recently a new student named Saba joined our BSc class in Lahore college. She is competent, smart, pretty, has a great body, a vibrant personality, and a beautiful smile. We quickly became friends. Frequently Saba and I spoke as friends. Sometimes we flirted as we talked, sometimes she flirted with me outrageously. She usually dresses conservatively, but she...