Author's Note: I request my readers to send me your feedback and vote. This is very valuable to me *** I hurried home from the hotel, showered, stuffed my toothbrush, shaving kit and a change of clothes in an overnight bag and caught a cab to the MLA's Hostel. It was around seven o'clock in the evening when I reached there. I carried Swati's panties in my...
"Listen...listen." "Hmmmm?" I opened my heavy eyes to the darkness. The bus was hurtling along the bumpy country highway. "I am feeling really cold. Can you get a blanket from the blue handbag?" my wife Niyati whispered, shivering in the ramshackle bus with no heater and poor insulation. "Hmmmm." Groggily, I got up and went to the front of the bus where...
Suresh left Kanta and Chameli after a fond farewell and promised to meet them whenever he could take a holiday. He was an only child and his parents had passed away in an accident when he was 16. Hence, these two ladies were as close to a family as he could imagine. Both had grown very fond of him and were disconsolate that he had to leave. The new job tha...
Trigger warning: I seem to be attracting a lot of frustrated idiotic incels and MRA types who don't seem to understand that fiction/fantasy are different from actual reality. So just a heads up for them. This story explores the details and consequences of willful infidelity in India. If that triggers you snowflakes, don't read it. If you still choose to read...
When I woke up the next morning, Bela's side of the bed was empty. I got up and went to the kitchen and saw her dressed in a sari. Which was a surprise, since she had pretty much stopped wearing any clothes around the house recently. I went close to her and hugged her and kissed her. She kissed me back very cursorily, and her face looked worn down with worry...
For the rest of the train journey upto Kolkota, Malavika was very moody. She was very affected by the previous night’s play with Gopal. There was no one near us in the train which was half empty by now. She kept saying, “Vishy, I miss him already. He was gentle and made me feel so nice.” “Gentle?” I pondered as I got a flashback of the night’s wild act and...
After our caning by Sarah's mother, we went to Sarah's old bedroom and she produced a jar of cold cream which we massaged into each other's stinging buttocks. Sarah explained that she could not allow me alone be to be punished by her mother so she had shaved off all her pubic hair in the shower that morning and arranged to get a bare bottom spanking so that...
Returning to Delhi The flight circled Delhi as it was readying to land. Sunita looked down at the city spread out below. Somewhere down there was the house which she was going to, that of her friend Deepa. Sunita had got up at the crack of dawn to catch this flight so she could finish her work and return by end of day to home, husband and kids. She yawned...
Note: This is a story very much in line with my other Loving Wives stories. If you're the incel type who pretends to hate those themes, this is your trigger warning. You can leave and read something else. Or you can whine about my choice of category (whiniest ones LOL). Or you can read, masturbate while crying in self-loathing, and then post unimaginative ra...
Sarah was clearly uneasy about the meeting that day with her parents. Her mother had insisted that we both return on Saturday so that we could both get haircuts under her supervision and that I should be punished for attempting to deceive her. As we lay in bed that evening, Sarah opened up to me about her childhood. Her mother ruled every aspect of her life...