I first met Manisha Dudhe on the eve of her wedding, when she and her intended husband had met to perform pre-marriage puja with the village pujari; the Hindu priest. She was 19 and the man was a boy really, of barely 20, with the illustrious name of Shivaji. Dudhe became her married name and it was a cause for mirth since it means "milk" in the local dialec...
"You are an uncouth dog Khan! Begone from our land. May Allah damn you & your lineage," barked the old man. Sher Mohammed Khan woke up from the dream. He had reached the village of Devipur, Meerut. He stepped down from the caravan & started walking towards the big fort across the river. It was a magnificent view. The fort belonged to one of the biggest Zami...
Kamini Shyamala, Kamakshi Shyamala, Kama Sundari, Kavya Sundari, Kakinada Kaja, Kala Sundari, Kama Sutra, Kinky Sexy, Kokila Sundari, Kaluva Shyamala, Kalla Sundari, Kama Shankhini, Kama Shobha, Kurala Sundari, Kinetic & Sensuous. Part 1 Chapter 1 Shyamalavathy, a lecturer whose husband was alcoholic and suffered from diabetes that had robbed him o...
KSV - Kama Shyamala Kamini Shyamala, Kamakshi Shyamala, Kama Sundari, Kavya Sundari, Kakinada Kaja, Kala Sundari, Kama Sutra, Kinky Sexy, Kokila Sundari, Kaluva Shyamala, Kalla Sundari, Kama Shankhini, Kama Shobha, Kurala Sundari, Kinetic & Sensuous. Chapter 1 Shyamalavathy, a lecturer whose husband was alcoholic and suffered from diabetes that had robbed...
Tushar could recollect every moment of that evening. In fact, that's exactly what he had done during the last couple of months. He had fought against the desire but in the end it had been too much to bear and he had taken the flight to Delhi. He didn't know whether she would agree or whether it was right to do this. They were such a nice couple...decent and...
All characters involved in sexual activities in this story are over 21 years of age. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is just coincidence. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The Small Sugar Bowl ***************************** It was a cool Friday afternoon when the last of my stuff was carried up to the new apartment that I h...
Author's Note: This story is a product of imagination not meant to hurt feelings of any individual or a group of individuals. If something befits somebody it is entirely coincidental and unintentional. Some readers may find the entire story or some parts of it not plausible. With apology I remind them that this is a piece of fiction. Besides the period of...
Chapter IV Wife to mistress in a few short steps I am Yamini, the fourth and last daughter of my parents. I have no brothers. I was born and brought up in Kumbakonam, a temple town in South India. My father is a clerk in a financer's office. He earns enough to meet our family's frugal life style. My sisters are all married. Their husbands are clerks too. A...
It was a winter evening, and the time was 8.00 PM. Pawan Kumar was ready with his suitcase as he had to board the train to Puri at 9.30 PM. Debashree, Tapasi, Basanti, and Sumati, all of them were standing nearer to him. He turned his head towards Debashree and Tapasi, "Listen, Girls, I will be away for only 3 days as I have a Bank's job at Puri. But during...
The correspondence is between me and a lonely housewife in Calcutta, who has since become a very close friend. * * * * * My precious Purvi , Just back from my annual marketing trip abroad. Which is why I haven’t been able to write for such a while. Had an absolutely fabulous sexy weekend while in Europe, which I will write about in my next letter. Right n...