For the guys who seem to dislike Queen English (hence many assumed misspellings for US readers) and those hating to see a white woman being fucked by some colored man, harsh : better stop reading my stories as it's one of the writer's fetishes! For less limited people, Hindi people from the North of India are of the same origin (Aryans) as most European an...
By Dan57 and Ria Ria's bold contact with Dan leads him to present her to Kyrhan Note from the writer A reader named Ria has contacted me some time ago suggesting I could write about her interesting life story but I convinced her to allow me to include her in a story connecting her with Kyrhan's world as she is a great fan of our Prince! Sorry for those...
Prince Kyrhan had just been relieved of his duties as commanding officer of the President's regiment in New Delhi. He had loved these months of active duty that reminded him of his participation to fights with the Pakistani army near the border many years ago. Nowadays, there had beeen no fights apart from occasional skirmishes mainly due to activists crossi...
I'm sitting here on the edge of the bed, with this lady whose situation most would say was desperate; totally hopeless, helpless and subjugated. In fact, this lady is my wife Asha and she's had four orgasms already and I can see another building inside her, judging by her muted sounds and movements of her hips. So there must be degrees of desperate, hopeless...
By Dan57 and Riya Mr Gupta had left for England and Joan felt sad remaining alone in Brazil. She had become quite used of having her small flat crowded and submitting to a dominant man's wishes had fulfilled Joan's dreams. She couldn't wait to see again Susan although she dreaded the outcome : would their long separation have consequences on their couple?...
Chapter-4 Usha came back to reality from her reminiscence. She proceeded towards the corridor, and stopped near the bed room of her elder brother Aditya. She rapped the door with hard knocking, and said in a loud voice, "Bhabhi (Sister in- law)...Wake up...wake up...it is morning...papa is waiting for tea in the Terrace. Mom has already prepared the tea, an...
Yvonne finished up with her last client at six in the evening, and then stayed behind and wrote her progress notes concerning the counseling session. When she was done twenty minutes later, she left the clinic and biked to her apartment near Lake Merritt. After taking a shower, she wrote some more client notes for the people she saw during the past week. E...
Chapter Three: Journey Out of Yesterday Ah... Yes... Ahhhh... Ohh... AAAhhhhhhh, mmmmmmmm. My first sexual release in the hands of a woman was an anointing, a rite of passage and more wonderful then anything I'd ever imagined. I was born again and left with a new craving of abominable dimensions. A lot of people would have you believe drug addiction is som...
"I don't know what the hell happened, but they're gone." "Who's gone," I asked. I had just arrived at Roger Allard's office in the consulate and he'd pulled me into the station's "Bubble"—the purpose-built room the innards of which sat on a floating platform and which was safe from electronic surveillance. Colonel Agar had turned out to be a genius at sche...
I woke up in a daze and found myself in my school's nurse's office. The last thing I remember was feeling dizzy in the middle of class and then it was just a blur. "Ah, you're finally up. That's good." The elderly nurse, Mrs. Johnson said with the bedside manner of a crocodile, or just an old lady tired of kids faking sick to get out of tests reall...