Chapter 9 Vidya Ketteridge—Fucking the Belly Dancer Vidya Ketteridge was from the sub-continent of India by way of Britain where she had married the weasel, St. John Ketteridge. He married her for her money. She married him to spite her father or mother or both, so any cock would have sufficed equally well. In retrospect, she likely thought many cocks woul...
Aditya sliced a triangular piece of cheese masala omelette from his plate and placed it in his mouth. He bit into his buttered toast and sipped from a glass of cool watermelon juice. In India, it was a delicacy to add some masala, red chilly powder and finely chopped pieces of green chilly to a cheese omelette. Watermelon juice was the freshest and most orga...
This series has been quiescent for awhile but it is back. First, thanks to James L for helping with the edit. I appreciate the help. There is a lot more to this story to come. Hope you enjoy it. If you wish to be included in notifications of future episodes, send me a note with your email and I'll add you to my mailing list. Invest well! -C ***** The day a...
The door to the American shuttle rattled open and Vidya stepped from it to the surface of an alien world. She stood for a moment, looking out at the seemingly endless beaches and green. The beaches spread outwards in both directions from the chosen landing spot – a patch of nearly level ground that was right near the Pacific ocean – and the jungle or marsh o...
'Dear husband do I have to be a porn star?' I am Sarojini, daughter and only child of my parents. My life story is bewildering. It was quite normal till I was 18 and then it became different. Middle class society in Chennai, India where I lived is very conservative where sexes do not mix. My problem was quite simple; I was bad—I like men. All young girls do...
Annie managed to keep calm faced and quiet through a quarter of the meeting. She sat and listened as Dale laid out logistic and organizational missions to the living dead that sat around the table -- listening to them as they responded in turn. The people, the ghosts, the zombies, the revenants that Dale had brought to their headquarters in San Francisco, al...
"Why is it on the entirety of the lunar surface, there's only two goddamn coffee makers?" The refrain – common in a workplace that had banned the more exotic nootropics since the year 2098 – broke into Lucas' concentration as he hunched over his workstation and glared at the spread of numbers. He lifted his head and saw that Teller, who was the head of the...
"The word in intrasolar politics today is unilateralism!" The snide, snarky voice of Dan Chaps, the best podcaster on politics on the web (at least, according to the 16 to 24 progressive and liberal demographic) filled the ear of Annabelle Herman DuPont as she peddled down the crumbling I-280 North in what had once been the biggest, most bustling suburbs i...
Lucas sat on the bridge of the Enterprise and frowned at the orbital chart. He was reminded, obscurely, of one of the many shitty 20th and 21st century spec-fic shows that Helen had crammed down his eyes during the long, slow, stately voyage to Arcadia. It felt like a thousand years before, like a lifetime ago. It was a time where magic was relegated to vids...
I came home unwontedly one hot midsummer morning, and found my wife fornicating with the servant. They saw me. They didn't stop. Didn't miss a beat. They just went right on fucking, feverish and rabid. They actually seemed to enjoy having me there, the hapless, helplessly watching cuckold, my presence seeming to spur them. Their cries grew louder, lewder a...