Priya's Story: Journey from a Shy Girl to a Slutwife (PART 4) (A Novel by her Husband) A Note for the Readers: This is a story about the evolution of a shy, traditional girl from North India into a sexy, outgoing hot-wife. I draw the inspiration from my very sexy wife Priya, who is the protagonist in this story. It is a long story, to be posted in many par...
Part Three Rani lay exhausted on her bed, the Japanese having left her - their paid time up. One of the clubs male staff had had to carry her back to her room as her legs had just given way, and now she gently massaged her sore breasts and nipples. Inside her head so many thoughts swirled round, but she allowed herself one small smile of satisfaction. Not...
I sat on the balcony of my house boat, The Aqua Pirate, overlooking Crystal Lake and idly thumbed through the Local Tattler newspaper when a personal advert caught my eye. "Wanted - White male Bull to help an Asian married couple," There was a mobile number to contact. I was intrigued to say the least and wondered if they lived far out from where I was at...
Within three days she had gotten into the very simple routine: Up at dawn. Pee. Let Rani wipe her. Morning meditation followed by a simple meal of porridge and fruit. Morning work period, although she wasn't allowed to work she used the time to study her notes, mid-morning meditation followed by a light lunch. A person could lose weight at this place given h...
As Romeo got out of his car, he saw a strange car in the driveway. He entered the house and made his way into the living room. Rani Mukherjee and Aditya Chopra were there and Aishwarya was telling them that boss will be home any moment. Rani Mukherjee came to him as he entered. She was wearing a tight, black strapless top and a tight, black micromini skirt...
I checked my watch as I approached the store's front entrance. 2.35 am. What the hell was I doing? A visit to an adult store was a little intimidating for me at the best of times. This though, made me feel positively sleazy. From a small nondescript door that was dark, the bright well lit room hit me. Well, I won't be able to hide in the shadows I thou...
"You're so beautiful," Ratan said to Rani on the other side of the door. "So beautiful ..." he kept repeating as he pulled her down on the sofa beside him. He let his hands rove over her slender body, stopping at the pert upturned breasts whose nipples were clearly outlined against the soft material of Rani's dress, then circling her hips with his arms, he g...
National Nude Day was coming up. I was only just realizing my future ways. I hadn't planned this as a step toward a lifestyle; I just felt that this was a chance to be exposed in a socially safe way. It was either this or being a model in a life drawing class, but in life drawing, you're not supposed to get hard. "Why do you come here? What is your name? Do...
"Aren't you lonely?" His voice is soft, a whisper in the darkness just barely audible over the salt-scented wind. "Yes, almost always." Her reply is equally soft; laden with a nearly touchable sorrow. "Then why won't you let me comfort you? We are alike, we need each other. It hurts me to watch you and not be able to touch you." There's yearning in his ro...
(This story takes place in Silicon Valley, California. The essence of this story is true. Jana exists, but her name has been changed. ) ***** Francis teaches ballroom dancing to adults. He's good looking, but not a GQ type of guy. He doesn't have a square chin, nor bulging biceps, because he is a dancer. He doesn't need well defined pecs. He doesn't have a...