© 2007. All rights reserved This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. * * * * * LIKE SO MANY NOW IN OUR GROUP, my first sudra lover was a servant, a naukar. I was just past 18 at the time. I was still a virgin which isn't uncommon at all in Indian society. If anything, it's the rest of my life tha...
* * * * * This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. THIS WORK CONTAINS ADULT MATERIAL, INCLUDING EXPLICIT SEXUALITY. IF SUCH MATERIAL OFFENDS YOU, PLEASE DO NOT READ FURTHER. * * * * * Hi, I've been meaning to write you for a little while now. I really owe you one, my friend and don't know how to thank...
Author's note: All characters in the story are above 18... In India, we do not call the elders, like the mother/father of a friend by their names or even Mr X/ Mrs X... We call them uncles and aunts... Fortunately for Mahesh, who had spent the friday night without any sleep, his plan worked. He told mom his fake story. Mom made a show of objecting that the...
Madhavi was a demoness. I dropped her home but she did not allow me to leave and wanted me to join her once again in her bedroom and gad to obey the new born slut – genes were everywhere – the Aunts drained and kept draining me and now it was the niece. She managed to get me hard once more and get me to fuck her again in the cunt before we both dropped of...
[This story continues after Madhuri's Manoeuvre] *** Nene opened the door of the bedroom and slipped inside. Even though his wife was not at home he felt a little like a thief and looked around twice before approaching her computer on the desk. He started it and opened her email. It asked for the password. He knew she always wrote down her password becau...
[Author's Note: This story follows on after Madhuri's Manoeuvre and Madhuri's Project. It stands on its own but read those two to catch up on how Madhuri came back into Romeo's stable. ] Madhuri reached behind her neck, baring her smoothly shaved armpits to the mirror and tied the strap of her gown with slow care. The thin noodle straps that went down to th...
My name is Saheb Sahebji. I am young, tall and slim. By profession I am a freelance commercial artist. The episode I am about to narrate took place when I was still working for a local advertising company. On my flight to London, as I sat on my seat next to the window, I saw a paragon of beauty walking down the aisle towards me. Man was she sexy. My eyes t...
******* This is part 8 of a continuing series. I highly recommend you read them in sequence. ******* Ramya felt very nervous as she entered the fashion show location. Kajal had given her very explicit instructions about obeying the designers and coordinators, and also pretending that she'd done this previously. On top of all that, Ramya had to remember th...
Pooja Hegde stepped out into the limelight. Cameramen focused on her, photographers started clicking non-stop. She was wearing a unique gown that was like a miniskirt up to her thighs but there was a long skirt that only went around the back half of her body. This long skirt was almost sheer and reached to her feet. On the top the dress was a strappy design...
It took 18 years for Mahesh to figure out that his body was as equally important as his academics. He was always fantastic in studies. He was totally worthless in sports and was physically no good. The second Pre-university college exam scores were very important in Karnataka to secure a good college. Securing a good college meant securing a good campus plac...