Before starting part 2 I reproduce here are the last few lines of part 1 to refresh your memory: Sarit was still lost in her thoughts and quite oblivious to all that transpired. 'Sarit,' I said. No response. 'SARIT!' I said loudly. 'Eh! What did you say?' Sarit replied pulling her mind back to reality, 'sorry I was lost in my thoughts'. 'So it see...
"Fuck you, Kal! I hope your fucking dick falls off! You are never, ever touching me again! Get the fuck away from me!" Perra screamed in the mage's face. Kal was so shocked by the outburst he stood up from his place next to the large tub and turned towards the door, his expression blank as he automatically followed the laboring woman's orders. "No, no, no,...
Chapter 2: Aquarius, Arielle Thanks, dr_m for the great idea. Elizabetht for wielding the whip. :D and CharleyH for a fantastic edit. ~~~~~ Deliberate Aquarius Who gives to all a helping hand, But bows her head to no command- And higher laws doth understand? Inventor, Genius, Superman. -Aquarius! ~~~~~ Arielle opened the door of her hotel room to an exq...
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Author's note: This is the last episode of this series. I have decided to end it here & move on. I am grateful for the encouragement I have received from my readers. *** Mumbai's long, hot & humid summer continued to unfold lazily, making everyone sweaty & enervated, eagerly waiting for the rains to come. Savita's hubby Kantibhai was off...
(In which our hero, Jorge, settles some old affairs, honors some old traditions and pulls off the hat trick with Serenity's lovely ladies in our little ship on the edge of the black.) * As Serenity climbed out of the ionosphere of New Kashmir, River was idly singing Mera Joota Hai Japani from an old Bollywood rasta about leaving while she danced in the pil...
(In which our hero, Jorge, settles some old affairs, honors some old traditions and pulls off the hat trick with Serenity's lovely ladies in our little ship on the edge of the black.) As Serenity climbed out of the ionosphere of New Kashmir, River was idly singing Mera Joota Hai Japani from an old Bollywood rasta about leaving while she danced in the pilot'...
My name is Shenaaz, I am 38-year-old muslim woman married to a hindu man and I am from Bangalore. My marriage dates 19 years ago to Nundoo, out of which, I have one son studying with the help of my brother in U. K. I was from a village and my parents believed that the girls should be married once they finished school. After the wedding I moved to Bangalore...
Author's Notes: I counsel patience to readers who are keen to quickly get to the juicy, "action packed" parts of my story. While I will eventually get there, my main purpose is to tell what I hope is a good story. To get the best out of this story, I would advise you to start from Ch.01. Conversations that took place in Hindi are recorded as such in ita...
(All the characters in this story are aged 18 or more) PRESENT : A telegram was waiting for him when he reached home. He was urgently called back to College as the College semi-annual test was starting next day. He had no time to see Thakur Mangal Sinh, father of Fulava. He called in his buddy Chandrakant. After making him take the oath of secrecy he left...