Karishma started gathering her clothes and pulled up her panties and bra. She stood in front of the mirror and looked around at the large number of clothes that hung around. She seemed to like a bright white micro skirt and a short red shirt which she quickly got into. After combing her hair she stepped out of the trailer and took in a whiff of fresh air....
The early evening sun felt warm on her skin as Rina enjoyed her tea. Sitting in the backyard with a book, Rina had developed a routine for herself. Mornings were spent in looking after the house and doing errands. Afternoons were for lunch, either alone or with her girlfriends at a nearby restaurant. Evenings were for her – a time when she enjoyed readying,...
Throughout the evening Pooja was in a state of nervous excitement. She put sanitary pads and informed Ravi that she is having her monthly periods. He suspected nothing and for the next six days she had a perfect excuse for not having sex with him. Few days went by uneventful and her confidence grew, her bruises also healed. She was expecting that Saxena will...
Pooja and I were climbing to the terrace, she was wearing a tight pair of jeans and a top and over that a hooded jacket and a flat pair of slippers. I wore only a towel around my waist, nothing else! I was leading her up the ladder and she following my lead would have small and quick glances of my gadgets beneath the towel. She even tried to remove my towel....
Arun woke up with a start and found himself sweating profusely with an intense hard-on. It had been the same dream since last 4 nights that had woke him from his slumber. The reason why he could recollect that dream so vividly was because it was so close to reality. It was the sight of his tool being held in her wrinkled hands. The way she pulled his foreski...
After that ribald office episode, I was not sure anymore that I wanted to wear the revealing clothes that Sanjay wanted me to wear. The riot it created in the office in one day was too much to handle for my conservative upbringing. Almost every man in the building knew about it, and some have taken pictures of me while I was walking post lunch, and shared th...
Today being the second day of Sally and my adventure, I sat up exhausted by the evening - tired from cleaning her home, washing, ironing and setting her clothes, doing the dishes. The maid uniform now a tad heavy to carry. Mistress Sally had just sent a text, "go fetch and use the things in the kitchen right cabinet. Make sure you've used them all by the t...
"Dude, I told you before, my name is Pooja Manochahal, not frigging Poo-Poo, and if you poke my nose one more time, I swear will slap the shit out of you," said the diminutive, curvy, raven-haired and brown-skinned young Indian woman, speaking in a measured tone. Fearlessly she looked up at the tall, young Black man who stood before her, a smug smile on his...
"Imran, you should have been honest with me," Pooja Bawa said, looking somewhat reproachfully at her husband of twenty years. Imran Sheikh took a deep breath and looked at Pooja, the lovely woman who'd shared his life and his bed for more than two decades. He'd been in love with her ever since they met at Chandigarh University in the Mohali District of Punja...
Pooja woke up in the morning, having a much soared ass cheeks and pussy. She was thoroughly fucked yesterday, by her husband. Actually, she felt like being used by her husband; and it was a new Raghav, she saw yesterday. She had no complaints though and wanted this Raghav always. She wanted a husband who can fuck her as if he owns her. But she knew that Ragh...