The Thakur was sitting, stark naked, on the bed with his back on the headrest. On his lap, or between his legs, was his mother, Ritu also without a stitch of clothing on her. The Thakur's hands were on Riturani's breasts and his fingers were playing with her nipples as both of them stared at the golden hues of the sun setting behind the Parasnath Hills. "I...
(This is a real life story of a friend of mine. She is gorgeous in her looks and is a Bi. She and her husband is a very liberated couple.) One particular weekend I was very bored. My husband was scheduled to be back home on Friday evening. But he called to say that he was not coming home until Monday. On Friday evening, I was getting bored to death and was...
[Author's Note: This story follows on after Madhuri's Manoeuvre and Madhuri's Project. It stands on its own but read those two to catch up on how Madhuri came back into Romeo's stable. ] Madhuri reached behind her neck, baring her smoothly shaved armpits to the mirror and tied the strap of her gown with slow care. The thin noodle straps that went down to th...
Her name is Mita. She is a sweet and sexy Bengali lady. I first came to know her around 15 years back when I started my career in a Multinational Company at a district town of Bangladesh, where her husband was working in a different MNC. Her hubby was around 10 years senior to me by age but as our working place was same, we developed a good friendship and ra...
This is a first attempt. Comments and criticisms that are kind, courteous considerate and constructive would be encouraging. This is a long story. It builds up slowly. There is a lot of romance. It is also a work of fiction. However references to locations, historical characters, art, music and science are as one would find in normal geography, history and...
Manasi remembered how Pawan Kumar had started for Railway station amidst heavy rain in the afternoon for his journey to Visakhapatnam. When she went to bed, it was raining. It had still been raining when she woke up the next morning. The rain bore down mercilessly upon the heart of the city, pounding on the rooftops and turning the streets of the area into m...
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...