So roughly five days ago my entire life changed. It all started when me and my mom went for a shopping spree. Inside the parking space something ran over me and I died. But don't worry, I was brought back from the death with the help of an ancient technology called The Gear. It gave me the power to regenerate myself faster but it also came with a major disad...
“Mrs. Hunter, I hate to tell you this, but you smell of cum. At your own daughter’s rehearsal dinner. What would Kimmy say?” “She’d say she wants her turn at some hard cocks. In fact, Wendy, she said that just before we left the church.” “Well, you might want to dab on some perfume, Eric’s Mom is headed this way.” “Greta! How nice to see you. We hardly ha...
Dear friends my name is Saheb Sahebji. I am young, tall and slim. By profession I am a commercial artist. In my last story 'Kala, the single mother' you read that Nisha, my little one got married. Her last words to me were, 'Big one, go after Cassie (her best friend) she loves to fuck. (To find out more about Nisha read 'Nisha, the little one' and 'Kala, the...
1975 Chaya Calcutta * * * * * This is partially based on a true incident, a key and eventual part of my sexual discovery, episodes and explorations in life. Only names and locations have been changed to protect the anonymity of everyone concerned. Some poetic license has been indulged in. Readers will appreciate that there is a story here, with erotic des...
Acknowledgement: The main theme is an inspiration of Ms Pooja Chaudhary's story: A PLEASANT VISIT. I am indebted to her. Background: This story is written against the South Asian backdrop, staged in the largest port and city of Pakistan: Karachi. Urdu is widely spoken language in Pakistan and is almost identical to Hindi spoken in India except the script. E...
(This is a work of fiction and all characters are above the age of consent. It is a contemporary story drawing from the current situation with two characters and I attempt to alternate between their perspectives. This is a continuation of my earlier work ,"My Indian Summer". The story starts off with a young lad going to meet his newly widowed aunt who has...
EARLIER: 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 secrets of her body and a subtle journey into the salacious depths of her soul, th...
I'm thrilled to get your generous feedback, please keep letting me know what you think. This chapter is longer than the rest, we're doing quite a bit of story advancement in this one. As Elena becomes more deeply enthralled with these two mysterious brothers, I find that I do, too. Thanks for reading! ** Elena hovered just below wakefulness. She delayed s...
Dear reader, permit me to refresh your memory by repeating the last few sentences of part 3. When I got up in the morning Razia was still fast asleep. I shaved and had a relaxing shower. As I was about to wear my dressing gown Razia opened her eyes and yawned, 'Lover you are up early. Have you had tea?' 'No I was thinking of taking it on the terrace. I n...
Welcome back! There's a place in this chapter that feels like there should have been a fist bump... For those of you reading The Runesmith Chronicles for the first time I recommend going back and starting at Chapter One. Mostly so you have a better understanding of how things like the magic system works and what's going on as I often reference earlier chap...