The air was warm and without humidity. The grass was green and waving in the steady breeze. The breeze carried the scents of the pine trees in the distance behind me as I walked aimlessly down the road. It was more or less a foot path, but had enough width and gravel to it that maybe it was a dirt buggy road. But no buggies could be seen and I was enjoying t...
I felt it coming, but didn’t expect it to be this bad. But there it was, a terrifically powerful and instant downpour of foul, smelly rain that I was usually delighted to see that night at what was probably about eleven. After all, a storm like this was usually followed by a multicolored striped streak of light across the sky. It was the perfect setting for...
He was burning nag champa incense. The musky and heady fragrance was familiar and pleasing and helped me relax a bit. But there was something else, rose perhaps? Yes, it was definitely rose. That made sense, because I remembered that he said rose incense arouses feelings of love and sensuality. The quiet strains of traditional Indian music wafted through t...
My urban modern wife tamed by a villager in train This was October last year. Sitting in my Delhi office I got a message from my parental home to come with family to fix marriage of my nephew. Prospective bride's family was to come next day to finalize marriage proposal. I decided to rush with my wife by earliest train. My wife Ridima is 44 with medium bu...
No sex in this one; just a quick story about revenge, not having gone quite right. __________________________ I must like jail, or something, because I just did something stupid, and now I'm going back. It was November 22nd of 1998, and I'd just gotten back from deer hunting -- piss-poor, unsuccessful deer hunting, I might as well admit, 'cause th...
All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely unintentional. Part of the Wine & Old Lace event, with a few literals corrected. PROLOGUE WE walked slowly, almost reluctantly from the warm and stifling waiting room across to Platform 7, to where the puffing engine had just dragged its train of c...
I am Vandana, 34 years old. My husband, Vijay, works in a in a public sector company. Ours was a typical Indian arranged marriage. In our ten years of marriage, we have had our share of ups and downs. Our sex life was just average initially, but picked up steam as the years passed. This was in contrast to a majority of Indian marriages, where both partner...
Journal—Aug. 2014 I had about a week off before I needed to be back in the U.S. and I'd been working 60-hour weeks for the entire evaluation project in Tanzania, so I decided to reward myself with a chance to fulfill a lifelong dream—climb Mount Kilimanjaro. I'd heard the actual climb wasn't too challenging, and I'm in great shape now anyway, so I signed up...
"Another?" The waiter smiled as he bent over to clear the empty glasses from the table. He was young, fit, tanned, and in possession of a job that most guys his age would kill for. What a life, Dave thought, as he caught a glimpse of his wife eyeing the young man's physique beneath his tropical print shirt. When he's not serving overpriced drinks down here,...
It was a hot night in the deep south of the United States and on one of the older plantations, stood a majestic house on top of a hill, bathed in the light of the full moon. On the eastern side of the house, on the highest living level and directly in front of the two huge glass doors guarding the master bedroom, stood two figures who were intently looking p...