The idea for this multi-part story was suggested by Waishu to me. It certainly had a zing about it, given that I have enjoyed bringing the activities of sexually active Pakistanis to the fore. This plot interested me because it is about the feudal and rural persons in the country, not my usual expats. This is the first part and more will follow in time. *...
Many readers asked me to write stories completely in English. But I enjoy writing in Urdu especially the dialogues. So in the present story I will translate as much conversation and other Urdu words as possible into English. ========================== It was a blooming morning. Autumn was approaching but yet coldness did not shrewd so much to assume it as...
It was a year since we had moved to Bangkok. My husband got a good job opportunity through his company and after much discussion we had decided to move with our two kids to Thailand. The kids had grown up and were going to school leaving me with a lot of time at hand. I had decided to work and Asim had supported my decision. I got a job in marketing departme...
The good Black man, the one so many Black women say they've given up on finding, does he really exist? I see one every time I look in the mirror. My name is Jacob Voltaire and I was born in the City of Calgary, Alberta, to Haitian immigrant parents. My folks, Antoine and Magdalene Voltaire moved to provincial Alberta from their hometown of Port-De-Paix, Repu...
Slipping into jeans and a t-shirt, I decided to call Michael Whittaker in Washington to arrange a pay-off for my takedown on Thaddeus Combs. His secretary informed me he was tied up in a conference meeting but she'd have him call when he finished. Having the phone in my hand, I called Trace's cell phone. Hoping to hear his voice, all I heard was ringing, th...
This is an entire true story which I am going to expose here All the events happened with me are being described truly and names here are also original. My name is Nadeem . I am 28 and live in Lahore. My father is has dead and mother is an house woman. We have a middle class status. We have neighbours next to us. They were four members. A mother 2 daughters...
This was, admittedly, a fanfiction of a show I used to be super into, but now am not. I still love my story and may someday change the names, but for now I am super lazy. Sorry it takes so long to get to the actual act though. THIS IS NOT A STORY TO FETISHIZE ASEXUALS. This is basically my retelling of me (I'm ace) wondering what's so great about sex. ****...
Our life in Bangkok was moving very well. I had told my husband about the romping sex session I had on a business trip which also involved my boss David. Fortunately he was at the time too drunk to realize that I was the girl he'd fucked that night. Our working relationship was great and I didn't want any issues at work but it was fun remembering what he was...
Amna dreaded the day, but it finally came, when she was to have her first day working on the set of Hot Asian Lovers. She arranged to meet Susan at her flat, so, for Amna, she got up quite early and took the bus across town to the block of apartments opposite her parents’ shop. She prayed while waiting for a prompt reply on the intercom to give no time for h...
"How's life, Steve? You look troubled," Ayesha Abdulmajid said as she looked pensively at the big and tall young black man who lay in her arms. Steve looked at Ayesha and gently stroked her lovely face, running his hand through her long, curly black hair. From the moment he first laid eyes on her inside that Tim Horton's one frosty December morning in the Ci...