Vicky's Story - Vicky aka Vikram, lab assistant with Dr. Malhotra's Research Lab - I was born and bought-up in a small town where practically each one knew the other. So small was the town that there was but just one hotel and a couple of stylish restaurant besides small eateries. Fortunately the town had a movie hall that also catered to the people of the...
In the master bedroom there is a key hole. If you peek through it you can see my bed, and dressing table. I have been given this special room because I am the special girl from England. And the silly, contradictory thing about India is that although they place such importance on modesty, the toilet doors don't have locks, the bathrooms have spy-holes, the be...
"That was her?" "Yes." "Not much to look at." "No woman ever is before her first upgrade. The gods see to that. It's how the first one takes that matters." "So you say." "You'll see. She'll be everything her breeding says she should be." "You won't interfere?" "She doesn't know who her mother was. Neither will anyone else." "As long as there's no bia...
My name is Meena and I was born and raised on a farm in a small West UP town, had lot of fun and good time in my childhood and youth, but never crossed the line of propriety, our Family and culture values never allowed us to be anything other than glued to ideals and values, believe it or not, till I got married did not talk to any man other than my father a...
"Hmm, come on, Mr. D, we both know you love this ass," Madeena Wardak said coyly, and the curvaceous young Afghan Muslim woman smiled and bent over, outwardly sticking her bum. For most of her life, Madeena hated her curvy body, her surplus flesh, and yearned to be like those tall, slender girls in the covers of magazines like Elle and Cosmo. This sad state...
I was not able to get over the unexpected interlude with Rajeev. It stayed on my mind for days and nights later and made me simply guilty in front of Dinesh who did little to make it better or even worse – that is and was the irony if one can use that word. He just did not show any emotion on any subject of my concern and more so if it was related to the te...
PREVIOUSLY: Part I - Foreplay: On my first visit outside Europe during my college years, during a 3-month exchange programme, I was introduced to the exotic allure of a rustic Indian woman. My part-time maid, Meena, a village woman working in Bombay, acquainted me with the erotic wonders of her body and a subtle journey into the salacious depths of her soul,...
I was topless, with my black nightie wrapped around my hips like a lacy, sexy skirt. Dave's throbbing cock had been released and was sucking him, while he was feeling my bare back. I have an astonishingly sexy brown back with bony shoulders. Dave's eyes had goggled at my pretty 34C breasts, and my smooth skin. He was groping, reaching down to my nightie, try...
One day at work, Arup's personal inbox pinged. A one line email. - Are you mad at me? He looked up at Rasika. Their eyes met. He looked away and typed a one line reply. - Why would I be mad at you? Her reply came almost ten minutes later. - Trust me, I didn't really have a choice that weekend. His friends were in town from the US. It's been a packed cal...
The snowflake was thick like a piece of white cotton gauze ripped off. The ends were frayed like a dozen ripped strings. With its million friend on this dark cloudy day, it sailed diagonally towards the ground until a gust picked it up and carried it across the hot pool. The hot pool was bubbling. Foggy fingers were reaching out of it. The foggy fingers were...