"Fucking dammit." Agatha clenches her phone in her hand, the claw on her thumb tapping on the thoroughly smeared and lightly scratched screen protector. Her ears flick as she leers at the checkmark next to her message 'So when do you want to meet?' Sent 8 hours ago. Left on read. Again. "Fuck," she mutters under her breath, the Rottweiler swipes back on th...
(I have tried to experiment in writing a bilingual story. If you have no knowledge of Hindi it won't interest you. But to someone who speaks hindi / urdu it should be interesting. For them when a girl says 'chodo mujhe' has more erotic connotations than fuck me. :) This a tale of eight college friends... I would welcome any and all comments.) * Kisi kavi...
A note to the readers. This is my first submission, and the first time I have attempted to write a piece of erotica. The build up takes a while, but in my opinion is important. I find it more erotic knowing there is a background and a story leading up to the sexual side of things, but that's just who I am. Comments and criticisms, if given, will be greatly...
Harriet Kono sat in her lab frantically twisting the ends of her long dark hair. For the second time this year she had lost control of her cerebral enhancer project. She blamed unknown variables in the new software and the unfamiliar and strangely alien hardware that was thrust on her by Imperial Corporation. But mostly she blamed Kent Orlando. "You and yo...
Although Lukas crossed her mind occasionally that day, on the whole Clara was far too busy to give him much thought. Between administering the valdir and using her own powers to help the sick, she scarcely had a free second to eat, let alone ponder the mysterious Maharian. Her work was rewarding though, and she saw with relief that the valdir was doing its j...
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...
Anthony stood, hesitantly, and fidgeted with his hands. Rochelle rose from her chair and dropped to her knees in front of him. She looked at her husband, as if giving him one last chance to back down. He simply nodded and smiled. Then she looked up at Anthony. "You have to take it out for me," she said. Anthony looked at Aaron, who instinctively looked awa...
I was tired as hell after completing the night shift and just wanted to make it home to my bed. It was about three in the morning when I pulled into the car port of my apartment complex. I sat there for a few minutes dozing in my car before I was jolted out of the beginnings of a deep sleep by a departing jeep Cherokee. Every bone in my body was aching as I...
Shehla's story has its beginnings in the "Kalpana & "Sir" story that has grown and developed over the past several years. That story has more or less reached a point where nothing very new or interesting is happening between the main protagonists -- Kalpana, her "Sir" and her hubby Kapil. Shehla came into that story tangentially as Kalpana's colleague an...
Since every comment and email I've read from readers about part 2 of this opus asked for more, here goes! On your own head, be it - as I said with Part 2, you've only yourselves to blame! The story is still singularly unfinished, but I have ideas. We'll see how things go ... Give me the man – Part 3 The sun was tipping past noon when he entered the stretc...