Once upon a time, there was a young woman named Sukh who lived in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Such missed her homeland of Punjab State, located in the heart of India. Such lived in a rented room somewhere in the City of Ottawa and worked hard to pay for her rent and groceries. Sukh worked at Tim Horton's and most of the time, she didn't care for the work be...
Meet Ankita Rooj, a young Indian woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. She came to study business management at the University of Ottawa, and along the way, took a job as a cashier at Walmart to pay the bills. While there, Ankita met a young South Asian gentleman named Gagandeep, a handsome Sikh who stole her heart. Although Ankita and Gagandeep came...
Note - This story is an Indianization of a story I read several years ago. I have changed the basic details and altered the plot slightly. The characters used in this story are Yashodhara and Ajit from my story series Indian Wife's Descent and the events here happen a couple of years after it. It is not necessary to read that series to follow this one, but i...
Denise stared out at the dense foliage zipping by the dusty window of her 4X4 and wondered to herself for the umpteenth time what she was doing here. The response as always was almost immediate ... a shot at the General Manager's post for the Indian sub-continent. As she watched the harsh landscape pass her by, she thought back on her journey to this place...
That night Monee felt her legs wobbling and shaking as she walks around the house and doing the household chores. After I have sucked, licked and probed her to orgasms with my persistent tongue, I managed to fuck her very hard with my raging manhood, fucking her with relentless thrusts. Our bodies were drenched in sweat while our juices flow down our thigh...
"Nana, you're infected with the ideas of the West and this Rap thing, you have no regard for our sacred traditions, your mother would be so ashamed if she were alive, you're dead to me," Mohinder Kujur said to his daughter, Narmada "Nana" Kujur, and then he turned his back on her. Stunned by her father's harsh words, the young woman blinked back tears. The...
My name is Darshana Parvati Singh. I was born and raised in the City of Bhopal, Capital of the Indian Province of Madhya Pradesh. I've always been different from others ever since I could remember. As a young woman in the Republic of India, I've always had the feeling that my destiny lay elsewhere. My father Raju Singh always encouraged me to pursue my dream...
What happens to a daughter of two free spirits who travelled the world in search of harmony and enlightenment throughout their youth, and once their daughter came along they still moved around until they settled into a commune-style life in the middle of no where America? One India Smythe carved her own path away from the life of nonconformity, one that inc...
Marisa sat in the toilet stall totally confused with herself. How had her genuine anger evaporated so quickly? One moment she had wanted to slap him for being so presumptuous as to offer her advice about Hugo, even if the advice was sound, and the next second she was feeling warm and comfortable stood so close to him. In fact if he had put his arms around h...
Dear Readers, please continue to send me your invaluable feedback via comments or direct email. There is nothing that pushes me more to write than appreciative readers. ***** It had been just two weeks since I received Carrie's first email. She said nothing more than a few good words about my stories and how she shared similar interests as me. Of course, m...