Thank you all so much for following this tale. Here is chapter four. I hope you enjoy it. Please understand this is a fictional story. None of the people are real. They are complete figments of my own imagination. This story has a long build up, so if you are looking for a quick flash and burn, please read something else. Thank you once again and enjoy. IR2R...
The following is a sequel to our story ‘Indian Wife’s Anniversary Gift’. If the reader reads this after reading that, he/she will get the context in which the story is being written. ‘Hello, is that Rahul?’ a male voice enquired on the phone. ‘Yes, may I know who is there?’ Rahul said. ‘My name is Sandeep. We have never met but my wife Barkha is a friend...
Disclaimer: Characters portrayed in the following are not mine and I did not create them. * Have you ever had a dream (Nosce Te Ipsum): I'm on a gurney, no, an operating table. Is that iodine? Must be in the med-lab, smells of j-cloth and windowlene, disinfectant and dishwasher liquid-tabs on surgical equipment. The smells come wafting on the snail trail...
This is my first submission. It was originally written in 1992 and has remained awaiting my courage to submit. It is entirely fidcitious. I am myself a blind person. (An unsatisfactory conference ends inUnexpected mutual fulfilment) Robert had not had a particularly good trip. The Miami World Trade and convention centre and the Parklands Hotel was about al...
When Imelda opened the door, her eyes and nose gave her a quick judgment that Suite 502 was a total loss. Dust mask in place, she went through the due diligence, muffling her gag reflex as long as she could. Even with the furniture partly salvageable, she'd recommend that the guests' security deposit be claimed at once. Could one night of sex, she wondered,...
Greetings, my fellow cyborgs, and welcome to my hot sex content. It's plain text, but it'll get your rocks off, so you'll be glad you paid for it. Here's a sample. Janine is a 27-year-old peach-skinned brunette, healthy on the outside, and willing to drop her skort in an alley. Low-flying freight drones drowned out her howls when the head of my prick parted...
For new readers, this is the story so far: Isabella Silverto, a thirty something woman from 18th century Naples, is facing her second arranged marriage. After witnessing incest in her family and being deflowered and opened to passion by an older friend of her father's when she was young, Isabella developed a sensuous, lascivious nature that she had had to su...
Note: Thanks to all the readers who provided feedback on the Crash-n-Burn series. There was some good, constructive criticism there, and I have been listening. I probably should say that I'm sorry for the way it ended, with so many loose threads (but, to be honest, I'm not really). Some of them will be picked up in the future, but that story was about Cole a...
As always, thank you to everyone who reads my stories. I hope you continue to enjoy them, comment on them, and vote! Formatting is still an issue, so please accept my apologies on the { } to denote italicized text. I am not technologically adept and haven't been able to figure out how to get word on my computer. I just can't seem to get it to download. An...
Braving frigid winds and driving snow, Nia marched up Washington Street. The tails of her tattered scarf fluttered behind making her appear to strain against a knit leash held by Mother Nature's fury. Although repeatedly delayed by beggars seeking spare change, she was determined to reach the shelter in time to help the others serve dinner—and it looked as i...