Author's Note: This is the follow-up encounter between Kavitha and Jamal promised at the end of "Shy Indian Wife's Humiliating Exam" and "My Humiliating Immigration Exam." While this story can be read on its own, it references characters from these stories as well as from "Mom, Medical School, and Dr. Jamal." All the kids had left for the day, and I was in...
Stories are much easier for me to write when they have some semblance of truth to them, and this piece of work was inspired by my recent guys’ night out. It’s connected to the “Sharing My Wife Amanda” series, but can be read as a standalone. ********* “Let me get this straight,” my wife Amanda slowly began. “Your buddies want to go to a strip club... but...
I'm Desiree, and I'm a dancer. No, not a ballerina. And you won't see me in Broadway shows. Or backing up singers at rock concerts. The dancing I do is a bit more...exotic. Yeah, okay, I'm a stripper. Strippers traffic in fantasy. We embody fantasy. We facilitate it. We act it out. We ARE fantasy. Our audiences (usually men) see something in us that they wa...
If BDSM bothers, then I strongly suggest you DON"T read this chapter. When voting, I want to be rated on how well my writing is, how imaginative you think it is and not someone's personal opinion on a lifestyle many people partake in. We must all realize that we are all different. BDSM is not one person treating another cruelly, but two people agreeing on a...
Earlier I described how I came to be a club girl for the Demons Motorcycle Club. I moved into their club house and became one of them, giving up what few items I owned in the process. I eventually stopped talking with my family since every time I called I was drunk or stoned and I really didn't have much in common with them any more. I had a new family. My p...
Author's note: This is the first story that I've written. It's a little rough and it's slow burning. I welcome feedback and constructive criticism. I'd also enjoy positive thoughts, but I'll take what I can get. * He knew he shouldn't have been there. Her bedroom was quiet. The cotton sheets felt warm on his bare back. His eyes were fixed on the ceiling,...
Ann had now read my fantasy and you could see the wheels turning. She said, "Ok, I can get this done for you." The week went by slowly. I kept asking Ann, "Are you working on my fantasy?" She would reply, "Don't you worry it will be a great fantasy come true for you." Saturday finally came around and I think my cock was hard all day just waiting to see wh...
Amy listened to the melody of her favorite track fade and felt the deepest regret. Not that the song was in anyway melancholy, it was in fact a quite loud and aggressive punk rock number. The fact remained that Amy was destined to not see her idols, The Dommes, perform live. The only show within a thousand miles had sold out in minutes and a sudden drop of i...
A/N If you like any of the content in the story please hit the like button, it really helps to motivate me to keep writing. Thanks and enjoy the story! Located in a rather rough neighborhood in the massive city, Club XXX fits in rather snugly with its dingy front and the 'Club XXX' sign flickering at random intervals, its neon red light illuminating the imm...
My wife and I have been married for two years. Like most Indian women Anu is rather prudish and shy in bed. It took me months before I persuaded her to give me a blowjob and even longer to get her to agree to unique sexual positions. Despite this I had always had the feeling that deep down she was a very horny, kinky girl who was dying to unleash her naughty...