She sat at her computer, the monitor blaring with various messages sent to her, but she hadn't been paying them any attention. Long silky blonde hair hangs down from the back of her chair, quiet moans escaping her lips as the man kneeled at the front of her chair runs his tongue lovingly through the crease between her lips. Her fingers knead in to his long b...
Evelyn woke shortly afterwards. She felt she had had the strangest of dreams. Putting her hand to her face, her fingertips made contact with something cold and slimy upon her cheek. She wiped it away with her hand and then brushed her hand upon the sheets. She sat up, and in the pale light of the early morning sun, saw that her bed covers were at the foot of...
Giving Him What He Wants - Pretty Young Indian Wife This story is an attempt to pen some of the memorable stories I read in various smut magazines over 25 years ago. Using the Giving Him What He Wants title for the series as in these stories the husband craves the idea of watching his wife with other men and either consciously or subconsciously conspires to...
Society dissolved into three classes of citizens; at the very top were the titled aristocracy. The next were the ruling class also called the under aristocracy. Below them were Thrungs the very lowest of the free society. All classes were subject to harsh justice. There were no long sentences in penal colonies; most were given quick public executions for eve...
Lady Chandra woke up with a wild yearning between her thighs, a burning itch that made her pussy quiver and her clitty ache. She desperately needed something-- ANYTHING-- LONG AND HARD... Her servants would be up soon, so she had to hurry. Sneaking naked to the kitchen Lady Chandra opened the refrigerator and found a cucumber... a sinfully large cucumber....
Chapter 3. First-day blues: Earning my dole money -- in the Sock Room. Oh, great! This was all I needed! Just how bad could things get? Mrs Norma Newlove, my neighbour from hell, had actually come to the Sock Room to gloat over my hideous predicament ... And, of course, to change her dirty socks -- knowing that I was going to have to hand-wash them! "Hav...
To occupy my time I got a job in a small bookshop in town. I have known Mr Smith since I was at school. In fact I got most of my schoolbooks from his shop and I have always found him to be a nice, caring man. Hubby thought it was a great idea, "Get out and meet new people." he said. Besides I also got paid so I felt a little more independent. Hubby was away...
Barb listened intently as Omar spoke. "You are to be my personal storyteller. Once a night for three nights you are to tell me an erotic story of your own creation while my servants, how should I say, attend to my needs. You will have all day to come up with the story you to are to tell. You may jot down notes that you refer to as you tell your story but...
Technically, this story is set in Pakistan instead of neighboring India. However, it was written at the same time as the stories in the Forbidden India series and I think it makes a good addition to the overall exotic / forbidden theme. ##### Neglected In Pakistan Melancholy was a good word to describe Anum. The Pakistani woman felt this way often, especi...
The first time Daniel laid eyes upon Isabella, it was not in the flesh, but rather it was in a painting done of her, and she appeared just like heaven and hell all wrapped up in a beautiful smile. The painting showed Isabella adorned in a black leather corset with a matching black leather skirt and thigh-high boots. She held a long leather bullwhip, resting...