This is a work of fiction. All characters indulging in sexual activities in this story are well above the age of consent. All sexual activities are consensual. ****************************** Meeting ****** "Agni?" I froze. A thousand thoughts passed through my head all at once. I recognised that voice. I was hearing it after eight long years, yet I knew...
Chapter 1. The most opulent chambers in Topkapi palace belonged to the Sultan. The great hall was decorated with finery from all over the empire. The floor and walls were covered with blue, green and white tiles with abstract patterns on them. These were local from artisans in Constantinople. The floor was covered with deep blue rugs with flower patterns. T...
Again, there was a heavy downpour in the afternoon in the city due to low pressure(depression) that occurred in the Bay of Bengal. It was raining heavily. It had rained most of last night and there was no sign of respite yet. A grey and dark sky seemed to be descending on the city unable to bear the weight of heavy saturated clouds. Pawan Kumar cursed the we...
M "Oh God, oh God! Oh M, M, M, M!" Jane's legs squeezed me tightly as she tried to meet me on the downstroke. Since I had her butt up in the air as well as her legs, I could tell it was hard for her. She had no leverage. That was okay, though. I was enjoying her wild wriggles and her absolute abandon as I plunged myself deep into her channel for the second...
Vicky's Story - Vicky aka Vikram, lab assistant with Dr. Malhotra's Research Lab - I was born and bought-up in a small town where practically each one knew the other. So small was the town that there was but just one hotel and a couple of stylish restaurant besides small eateries. Fortunately the town had a movie hall that also catered to the people of the...
This story was inspired by an episode of The Twilight Zone (titled, "Miniature"), as well as the Toy Store movies, although only in the sense that toys might in fact be alive. There is also a bit of first time quality to the story. All of the characters within this story are at least eighteen years old. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Milton Widdams was...
CHAPTER I: Stages Holliston, NC July 22nd, 1912, 10:15pm. With little more than the hazy moon to light his way, Charlie parted ways with Enos and Tom, his friends from the cannery and followed his own street home. The chilly night air was unusually still; Charlie couldn't hear any crickets chirping, only the dull, regular beating of his own boots upon the...
Author's note: Thanks to everyone for the great comments on part 1. This can't be read as a stand-alone story, so be sure to go back and read part 1 before beginning part 2. The story progression does slow down slightly in this chapter, but it will set everything up for an interesting next installment. Thanks again to Winter Lotus for her invaluable help...
Author's Notes: Thank you for even opening up this story. I hope you enjoy it. I was once again, effected by gamma radiation from my desk lamp, so it's not my fault if it sucks. But I will, of course, take all credit if it is liked. In this story, you will notice and probably get sick of, the number of meals that I describe. I myself thought, that I might...
Half the drawers on the dresser hung open and empty, the bed was stripped bare of its sheets, and the mattress sat askew atop the box-spring frame. The shelves beside the desk had been rummaged through, and what remained was cluttered in small piles here and there. In this disheveled, half-furnished room, a young man slumped in his computer chair with a vaca...