(To enjoy this story fully, please read the chapter 1 and 2 first. I tried to translate the Hindi dialogues to English but it is very difficult to translate the exact meaning of Hindi dialogues.) * Next day morning, Raju asked me my program on the breakfast table. I told him that I have to submit some papers in the court and should be free by 12.00 in noon...
I haven't seen Naveen, since that fateful day about a month ago. Deep down inside, I would like for it to happen again. It has given me a whole new outlook on life. I feel so much more sensuous and have so much more confidence in myself. Raja even commented on how attentive I've been to him. I am on my way home from work and Raja is away on another business...
One simply does not let their husband, (He's my husband now, I remind myself smiling into his hungry hazel eyes,) tell all their stories. I mean, please look at his last effort. He's so mechanical and all about where he put his willy and what sort of noises we made. Those eyes. Those chameleon coloured pools of communication that tell me constantly with the...
I still remember the day the Patels moved into the flat next to us. They were a young couple with an infant daughter. Many such young families would move into our apartment complex because it was in a good part of the city, with schools and other amenities around. So such a family moving in wasn't anything special that was worth remembering. But Swati Patel...
Hi, this is Kevin again. Hope u all enjoyed my 2 stories which I posted before. Everyone has that "one song" that always brings them back to their youth. Even though I am only 33, the song called "The Summer Of 69" has always held memories for me due to the factor that this story takes place on a summer. And it was the most romantic and memorable summer...
Though bursting with youthful energy and so happy to be in company of such a sexually charged and liberated, mature lady Padma aunty, I had my limits, was tired and after one deep and long ramming of her cunt, I passed off. When I got up in the morning, a sweating Padma aunty was busy exercising on the floor. She signaled me to be silent and gestured towar...
The vibrating of my smart phone woke me up on Tuesday morning. Since I had it set on "Do Not Disturb", that meant that the caller could only be my immediate family, a select few of my best friends, or my Aunt Beatrice, in whose bed I had been sleeping. I grabbed the phone from the nightstand and looked at the screen with dreamy eyes. It was Aunt Beatrice. "...
Neeta knocked on Manish's bedroom door. He woke upon the fourth knock and said aloud, 'come in, the door's open' Neeta entered the bedroom and Manish was surprised. 'Anything's the problem, aunty?' 'Yes, honey', she said coming to him, swaying her hips suggestively. 'I just saw a scary movie. I am a little frightened. Can I sleep with you?' Manish was fla...
At the time of this story, I was about 30 years old and at the peak of my virility; I had recently broken-up from a long-term relationship and feeling a little bruised by the experience, though I never felt lonely, as I've always had good mates around me, both male and female. My mum used to take short holidays out-of-season at a quiet beach resort in Spain...
One phone call changed the entire course of my life. I was a successful businesswoman and at the age of 28 I had a multimillion dollar businesses. I was recently featured in the top 30 businesswomen under 30. I was offered 50 million dollars by a conglomerate that was looking to increase their portfolio. I turned it down as I enjoyed the power and influenc...