The idea for this multi-part story was suggested by Waishu to me. It certainly had a zing about it, given that I have enjoyed bringing the activities of sexually active Pakistanis to the fore. This plot interested me because it is about the feudal and rural persons in the country, not my usual expats. This is the first part and more will follow in time. *...
Many readers asked me to write stories completely in English. But I enjoy writing in Urdu especially the dialogues. So in the present story I will translate as much conversation and other Urdu words as possible into English. ========================== It was a blooming morning. Autumn was approaching but yet coldness did not shrewd so much to assume it as...
A Literotica reader asked me to write a series using exploits from his life. This is a work of fiction and I hope he won't be disappointed. It was another sweltering hot summer day in Karachi. Luckily, I knew a lot about heat. Today, I was enjoying the sultry services of two scorching local babes – Saima and Raziya. The fans overhead gave off a cooling b...
This is an entire true story which I am going to expose here All the events happened with me are being described truly and names here are also original. My name is Nadeem . I am 28 and live in Lahore. My father is has dead and mother is an house woman. We have a middle class status. We have neighbours next to us. They were four members. A mother 2 daughters...
This was, admittedly, a fanfiction of a show I used to be super into, but now am not. I still love my story and may someday change the names, but for now I am super lazy. Sorry it takes so long to get to the actual act though. THIS IS NOT A STORY TO FETISHIZE ASEXUALS. This is basically my retelling of me (I'm ace) wondering what's so great about sex. ****...
Author's Note: A big thank you to the ever-lovely Randi for organizing the "Highway Song" event. To my team F.R., D.A., Laura L., Barry J., and Steve M. for being some fantastic betas. Dedicated to the two writers Bebop3 and MsCherylTerra, without whom this story would have never been finished. I am eternally grateful. — This story is set in 1993, a time...
I Lying in bed, reading the latest letter from Shahnawaz, Payal could not help but feel proud that her husband had found the business legs he so wanted in the joint project with Sam Chen's Malaysian company. In the past years the concern had increased revenues by more than 100% and his decision to focus on work looked like it was paying off. Shahnawaz's fre...
These confessions -- there will be a price to pay for them, somewhere down the line, I suppose. Maybe a future husband, a future employer, a future son or daughter will come across them and think differently of me, look at me in a different light, believe me to be deranged or sick. This is the kind of thing that I've been thinking since writing and submittin...
One life to live, ladies and gentlemen. That's basically all we've got. My name is Sagal Jawari and I'm a young black Muslim woman of Somali descent living in the City of Toronto, Ontario. I study criminal justice at the University of Toronto, and these days, life is too hectic for words. It's not easy being a brown-skinned female and a Muslim in Canada. Eve...
WELL! It was not supposed to happen like this. On a sandy beach in California, my wife Zeenat and I had crossed over from imagining the unthinkable to doing the despicable, on what was proposed to be a relaxing day in the sun! And the proof was there too. Even as I loaded the cooler and mats into the trunk of our car, my heart started pounding as I powered...