[This is the subsequent chapter to the ongoing story with the same name about an Indian housewife. Through means fair or foul, Asad has almost molded Komal to the stage where she is flung into a turmoil, torn between revulsion and reception. Till, finally, she takes a decision that would change her life forever. The first two chapters were included under th...
Montauk, New YorkDawn, October 5th, 2018 "It's going to be fine, Finn. This is going to work. I love you." I kept my voice from quavering as I stared into Finn's eyes. His fear and love shone through and made it that much more difficult for me to maintain any semblance of calm. My heart was beating so hard that I became worried about a coronary. Wouldn't...
I know of no vetted statistical information on it, but my belief based upon empirical evidence is that the majority of marriages, even among people who truly are in love, go stale after a while. When they go stale depends upon the people, especially their goals, what they are exposed to in the media and daily life, and their upbringing. After twenty years of...
The family were engrossed in the nitroglycerine scene of "War Wagon" when the phone rang. Vicki rushed to answer it, hoping that it would mean Tyler and the other deputies had caught Dinah. "Thank you. Yeah, it's not ideal, but I should have seen it coming. Prison is no picnic for child molesters, from what I've heard. That's probably even truer of women's...
I am Shilpa. It was my wedding night and my friends have brought me into the hotel room decorated with silken drapes, red roses & white jasmines. I was very tired after the wedding, so to freshen myself I took a bath and changed into my wedding night saree. As you know this is the night when my husband will overcome all the hesitancy and pleadings from me. I...
Author's Note: This story is heavy on action and romance but contains no explicit sex. Fair warning, if that is what you are looking for, just move on. The rest of you, buckle up, keep your arms and legs inside the cars and enjoy the ride. -Partwolf Moscow, 1997 The young woman sat nervously in the waiting room of the office suite, clutching her purse to...
Fair warning: this story revolves around a discussion on feminism between a sociology and a philosophy professor inspired in part by a real discussion I've had with a colleague. This is a long story and this stuff plays a big role in it. If that's not your cup of tea, I suggest you try some of my other stories. On the other hand, it is one of my personal fav...
Malti Babbar stretched her body and glanced towards the screaming alarm clock, 5.30 AM it's time to get up, lazily she reached for it and punched the stop button. The early morning sun was pouring in through the window and she slowly slipped out of the bed. Without disturbing her sleeping husband, she quickly freshened up and before six o'clock she was out o...
We came to a stop sign, I looked sideways at my wife Beth. My quick glance was to gauge her mood. We hadn't spoken so far during the car ride. We were on our way to my families Saturday night dinner. I know, most families have their big dinners on Sunday, but my family was a little different. My fathers family had moved to the US from Romania during the tim...
Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells (WMD = Winter Men's Dilemma; My own irreverent spin on the BBC mythology) This story is NOT TO BE TAKEN SERIOUSLY! Once you go Black, you don't go back...unless you are an Amerindian, Arabic, Asian, Black, Indian, Latina, or White girl/guy who...