Few days back it was drizzling in Bangalore City, India. My parents had gone to Chennai for a marriage and my wife had gone to her parents place for a couple of days. I was alone and was getting bored. I was not in a mood to go to office so I decided to stay back. As I had plenty of time I decided to trim the hair around my huge cock and also shave the hai...
-*WARNING! There is vore involved in this piece of literature. Please read at your own caution!* And now, enjoy- * "Lana!" A masculine voice called out in the worn down, aging control center belonging to a middle aged, gray bearded and balding man with a more presentable attire of old war veteran. Various rusting medals of wars long past rested on his ches...
While coming back from Goa, all I could think of was how much Pooja and Sahana enjoyed fucking the other men, while I got fucked once again by own husband. And I was wondering why didn't Sanjay push me into the arms of Rohit and Manoj when he saw the opportunity? [Does Sanjay talk about me fucking other men only for us to get excited in bed, but he doesn't...
All the characters in this story are all above 18 years of age. Also, it is my first story as a writer as well as from the series in which I have cross-dressed in saree during my high school. ---------------It all began with an announcement for the upcoming Teacher's Day. Every year, in India 5th September; which was due in a week, is celebrated as Teacher'...
Perspiration on your skin like dewdrops in the early morning lends itself to my pleasure. In the still of the dawn, my hands slide along the curve of your hips and onto the softness of your belly. When I kiss your navel you moan under my lips. I savour each sweet tremour with my tongue and tease more from you still with each puff of my breath. I plant a tend...
1. The blues. Something about that hot, steady rhythm just makes me want to take my clothes off… 2. Goth girls. Streaked purple and black hair, tattoos, a sexy little tramp stamp on the lower back, navel rings, tongue studs… nipple rings… ripped fishnets and high heels, dark clothes and dark moods. Makes me want to peel it all off and find the soft spots u...
It was a hot afternoon in August 2004. I was in my bedroom wearing just my boxer shorts. I was led on my bed trying to keep as cool as possible in this heat. Just as I was starting to drift off to sleep, the doorbell rang downstairs. I kept my eyes closed and hoped that whoever it was would go away but they didn't and the doorbell rang again and again. St...
Rob takes his investigations one step further from the massage parlour days. She welcomed me at the door. There was a discrete porch, angled from the road, away from prying eyes. The pictures on her web site weren't lying, she was absolutely, drop dead, gorgeous. This should be a very pleasant afternoon. I had been looking to broaden my sexual horizons for...
My wife Sally is a voluptuous blonde, a bit plump but not fat. Her figure is the kind that was in vogue in the 1940s and 1950s. She has large 38C tits and a nice round ass. She is 49 but looks a lot younger and certainly has a youthful outlook on life. Sally has been called a MILF by one of our male friends and other is constantly hitting on her. But as far...
My It has been a while since I wrote anything. It doesn't mean my imagination has stopped or died but my time is limited. At the moment I am at home, alone and my stomach is a bit upset This story began in March 2005. I met blonde called Bambi at a market place. She was 23, I was 27 I saw she had beautiful blue eyes and I kind of liked her from the very s...