Chapter 04 : Urging needs, leading over to a night of Debauchery Dear Reader(s) : This will be an 8-Chapters-story, a true story. If you're new to this story, I would recommend to read the previous Chapters before proceeding here. I want to thank the readers that have been getting in touch with me via eMail so far - your encouraging comments and complime...
"Trish! Hey, Trisha! Wait up!" Trisha turned around at the sound of the voice, and saw Britney hurrying towards her. The head cheerleader looked just as drop-dead gorgeous as always, her long legs stretching out from a denim miniskirt, her massive tits swaying in a lacy, low-cut tank top. But all Trisha could do was stare down at her feet in shame. I betray...
This is a fantasy story surrounding real events - I did have a Bangladeshi maid and I did have sex with her. Introduction This story dates back to when I was 25 and I was renting a flat in one of Mumbai's many suburbs. I have always used domestic help since I lived alone and I was never good at cooking & cleaning. Over the years some of the maids were...
Gina was still getting her makeup on when the phone rang. She strutted over to the bed and picked up her cell. She did a little dance when she saw the caller. "Hello?" "Babe, it's Skylar," came the familiar voice. "You're still coming to watch our set, right?" Gina sat on the bed, holding the phone with one hand and starting to stroke herself with the ot...
The correspondence is between me and a lonely housewife in Calcutta, who has since become a very close friend. * * * * * Darling Purvi, Had fun reading my last letter? I hope you liked it! Incidentally, I hope Uday has been giving you plenty of cock and all the ramming you can handle. Important to keep your cunt well oiled and satisfied, isn’t it darling?...
Showing Off, Showing More and Showing Skill There must be something about the onset of summer. This time of year, as the temperature rises, my libido escalates, my daring side begins to awaken from its winter slumber and my exhibitionist tendencies emerge. As the calendar slips into June, most of my college classmates have left this college town for their...
Note: This story derives from one pinup and two uncolored sketches by the Pit. The Coxville Curse Part 2: Chapter 7: The Jones' Family Post Game Barbecue ********** October 10, 2009: Saturday *********** Katherine Cox Jones leaped out of the passenger seat the moment her husband pulled in the driveway. Nathan Bedford Jones moved more leisurely as h...
I hate working shifts, especially when I don't get anti-social hours allowances. I'd worked the weekend and Monday, and now had the middle of the week off, when everyone else was busy. There was no way I was going to sit in the flat on my own with a book, not with the weather forecast the way it was. There was, I reflected, an advantage with being single,...
I decided to take a chance and write a story from a woman's point of view. I would appreciate some constructive criticism from you seasoned gals. This is turning out to be a much longer story than I started to write, and there will be a few more parts to it with other characters. Let me know what you think, dear reader. * I was returning home from a busy d...
Note: On the surface, this story might seem far fetched and unrealistic, for most of the naive readers out there (see no evil, hear no evil, ha ha ha) but its probably my best researched story on Lit. Intro: Pimp the burbs to keep the Hood from starving * Joshua was born as the last of Samuel Charles' four children. Samuel, his dad was a tough, discipline...