Author's Notes: To get the best out of this story, I would advise you to start from Ch.01. Conversations that took place in Hindi are recorded as such in italics, immediately followed by a translation in English. Readers familiar with Hindi might find it rewarding to read through the original Hindi conversations. Others can conveniently skip them. ***...
For those who have missed the inner voices, they're back, with an explanation. It will all make sense as you read on. The next chapter may take a week or so. I'm also writing on Buster's story and a few other stories. As always, please comment and I hope you enjoy this installment. "News Journal and Reporters Fined $15,000,000 for Fallacious Journalism!...
“Happy birthday to me.” Samantha Baxter sighs at her reflection in the ladies’ room mirror. It is Halloween, and her birthday, but she is stuck at work at the museum chaperoning a bunch of middle aged men gathering to play Dungeon & Dragons; thrilling. Not that she minds old style pen & paper role playing games; in fact it is one of her favorite hob...
I went into mourning, I guess. There was some second-guessing involved, too. In the end, I couldn't see that I had done anything wrong - or that things would have turned out differently if I had acted otherwise. There was no question that I would miss Jen. But I was honest enough with myself to wonder which I would miss more: Jen, or the incredible sex....
In loving memory of Sharon * ~ A Flaming Rose ~ He heard it hit the floor, the tiny set screw that slipped from his fingers. It ricocheted off his shirt and jeans on its bumpy course, but gave no hint as to its final resting place. Jon cursed to himself, slowly backing away from his workbench, hoping against all odds the screw would be right at his feet....
The early morning sun breaks through the parted pink drapes of your bedroom and casts warm rays of light across your toned belly. You yawn, stretch, and smile at the warmth of the day. It's going to be a good one. You clamber out of bed and peek at yourself in the mirror. Your fashionable lopsided blond bob is fashionably lopsided and mussed up from the pill...
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Previously (read Chapter 1 for full details). Len and Tammi were neighbors -- 65 and 56 respectfully. Both had lost their spouses within the last 3 years. About 5 days previously they had a private happy hour together and after a couple of drinks Len had proposed a "mutually rewarding" physical relationship.. Two days later Tammi had agreed! She was treate...
Mark raised his glass in a toast. "To friends we don't get to see near enough anymore." "Here, here!" The others raised their glasses and cheered, laughing. Maddy shook her head at her husband and chuckled. "You goofball. What am I ever going to do with you?" "Put up with me," he teased. "Nobody else I would want to put up with" she said as she admired...
The beginning of the winter descended upon me. I was still living for the most part in Sophia's flat over the lingerie shop. I was still mostly out of action from the still healing ink. Well, and that my Mistress had fastened my many pierced cunt with a chain and lock, to stop me fingering myself remorselessly. Our rendezvous with my estranged husband was we...