Mumbai You have come to Mumbai. We decide to meet and go for a long drive to the Borivali National Park. We catch up on small talks about the weather, your journey my work etc. Suddenly we fall silent in the car listening to the music. Arrival I am driving the car with eyes riveted on the road. Your eyes however are fixed on me. Best chance to see me clo...
I would like to tell my readers that those looking for quick, fast and furious action will probably be better off looking elsewhere but I hope that those who want to read a good story will find this one rewarding. I hope that my Marathi speaking readers will appreciate conversations that took place in Marathi. These are recorded in italics. For the benefit...
I shifted to Mumbai for new job, it really has been wonderful so far. I joined as Sr. Manager in a media company and reported directly to the CEO, Rochelle. Rochelle is a 27-year-old stunning lady whom I met on my joining day. After all joining formalities and boring discussions with HR, Rochelle called me upon in her cabin. She welcomes me to the company an...
"BOTTOMS UP!!!" We all shouted in unison and downed the fifth round of shots that night. The tequila burned my throat and the fumes almost seemed to come out my nostrils. I sucked on the lemon and winced at its tartness. "Well done, Janu." Abir leaned in, squeezed by shoulder and rubbed my back. I giggled. I looked up and saw my friend Kriti looking at me...
By Dan57 and Ria Ria's bold contact with Dan leads him to present her to Kyrhan Note from the writer A reader named Ria has contacted me some time ago suggesting I could write about her interesting life story but I convinced her to allow me to include her in a story connecting her with Kyrhan's world as she is a great fan of our Prince! Sorry for those...
This story is about an extramarital liaison between two consenting adults. There is no cheating involved, at least on the woman's part. Her husband knows about it; indeed initially he has instigated her and she has continued it with his passive acquiescence, if not his active encouragement. Those who are offended by this situation need not read further. This...
"Hi Rii..." Rupali waved to me in her usual high pitched squeaky voice and her usual enthusiasm. She called me Rii, short for Rhea. I was walking back to my building from the nearest ATM when I saw her. Her demeanor always made me giggle; she was a 32 year old child. "Hi Rups." I said, shortening her name like how she had mine. "What's up?" She asked as w...
Over the past month or so, one member of Literotica started corresponding with me. We are calling him 'Milind' to respect the need for his privacy. He sent me some photographs of his wife's (we are calling her Malini, again to respect the need for her privacy) face and boobs. She was amazingly pretty and her boobs? Good God. They were juicy and nice. As a r...
When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherized upon a table... Dusk was dawning on glass panes of his window, smoke rubbing its muzzle, peeping from outside , streets following like tedious argument, ...every evening, it reminded him of Prufrock's love poem, more than 12 years has gone, him occupying this cabin, but today was to b...
Author's Notes: 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 italics, immediately followed by a translation in English. Readers familiar with Hindi might find it rewarding to read through the original Hindi conversations. Others can conveniently skip them. ***...