The correspondence is between me and a lonely housewife in Calcutta, who has since become a very close friend. * * * * * My darling Purvi , I'm sorry I haven't written for such a long while, but business has been keeping me on my toes and I have had to give all my spare time to Rajesh. I showed him a printout of my last letter to you, and it really got hi...
I was woken up the constant knock on my doors. It was my mother. "Wake up sleepy head. Parul has come to see you." She said while I leapt out of my comfortable bed. Shit, she's here. Why? I checked my cell phone and it had 4 missed calls from Parul. I looked around the room and saw the cum stains on the floor and one empty rum bottle by the side of the wa...
When I reached my home my wife and her mother were at kitchen preparing the breakfast and grandfather sitting on the couch reading newspaper. I saw anger in my aunt's face on seeing me. I straight away went to the bathroom, finished my routines and rushed to office without uttering any word to them. By night I returned to home. My wife was chatting with Rup...
The Corporate Fuck happens at the Ceremony. Hema was in Chennai to attend and participate in her sister's marriage and already the would be brother in law Ram took her in the house elaborately and luxuriously. Finally the day arrived and it was Sneha's Ceremony. Hema was surprised to find that she could barely look her sister in the face. She was afraid...
While coming back from Goa, all I could think of was how much Pooja and Sahana enjoyed fucking the other men, while I got fucked once again by own husband. And I was wondering why didn't Sanjay push me into the arms of Rohit and Manoj when he saw the opportunity? [Does Sanjay talk about me fucking other men only for us to get excited in bed, but he doesn't...
Introduction : Avinash continues to interview Hemangini for his new writing. As she pursues with her story, the revelation at the next stage tends to get harrowing from where it started. She welcomes him into an all new ambience which leaves Avinash in the absolute stupor. I would just like to add an advanced disclaimer to any Indian religious reader advanc...
Note: This story, like many others I have written, has a slow build-up. It's a multi-part story, with multi-page parts, and the hot-and-heavy "action" won't appear until much later. So if you dislike long build-ups and attention to detail, give this one a miss. * It was a Saturday morning in our apartment in the Bombay suburbs. I sat on the edge of the ba...
Who is Sultana? Sultana, born in a Muslim family in one of the most underdeveloped regions in India to an illiterate daily wage worker parents. She was married to an old, rich, sexist man when she was just 18. Her husband used her only sex and he did all weird shit with her. She was always desperate for love, she starts looking for love everywhere until s...
"I finally know your secret, bitch," Landon Cadbury said to himself as he looked at the Profile on the Ottawa Back Pages. The leather-clad, blonde-haired woman appeared to be in her fifties, wielding a whip and stroking a strap-on dildo. The message advertised the services of Mistress Lorna, supposedly the top Professional dominatrix in the Ottawa capital re...
Usual Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I have picked this bollywood actress from a special request. Every act is consensual. The starting dialogue is a parody of a youtube series called 'To catch a cheater' * Kareena Kapoor was sitting in a car, staring out the window. She was wearing a bright blue skater cami dress. Her creamy shoulders and thighs w...