Vishwaroopa Darshan Benefits In Palani Stories

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All or Nothing

by JoeyKenilworth on Aug 28, 2018
Erotic Couplings

At two o'clock in the afternoon, I boarded the Tirupati Express from Chennai Central station to Tirupati for the 90 mile journey that I fully expected to take almost four hours. Indian trains are not renowned for their speed but at least I had a First Class, Air-Conditioned ticket and the compartment was relatively empty. I settled back with a book and prepa...

Aryaan's Adventures Pt. 01

by Helios03 on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Couplings

The sound of children wrangling and their laughter filled the living room and escaped through the French window onto the porch of Aryaan's new terrace as he pulled up to the driveway from afar. He was finally home- his home; the place was his own, a dear prize to himself after years of back breaking hard work, relentless house hunting and it had all paid off...

Fucking Stranger Lady

by balaji64u on Sep 2, 2017
Erotic Couplings

I had been standing in the queue for more than 3 hours with almost no movement at all, I was getting too frustrated as all the other people around me, when we checked the guard told us that it will take at least 12 to 15 more hours for us to have the darshan of lord balaji. It was too cramped and people were uneasy, it was quite hot too with no many fans ar...

A Hero's Undisclosed Desires

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

Magic isn't easy folks, let no one tell you otherwise. I stand over the grave of one Parvati Gagandeep, patiently waiting for her to rise. The gal isn't making it easy for me. I sit on a tombstone right across from her modest grave, chowing down on some Mexican food. It's a really cold night out here in the Montreal Road sector of Ottawa, Ontario. Just in ca...

Elements Pt. 01

by BobbyBrandt on Oct 12, 2020
Novels and Novellas

This is the next, and likely the final story in the Brandt Family Adventures. For those unfamiliar with the series, I STRONGLY suggest that you read, "His Daddy's Car", followed by 'Change', and 'Searching' before starting on this story. This story follows 'Searching', and like it, takes place a few years in the future. There are several inferences of sex...

My Struggles with Trupti Ch. 05

by urbanslut on Feb 6, 2018
Erotic Couplings

I am convinced I am losing my mind. My life is an absolute mess. And the worst part is, I still can't get much sleep or at least not good sleep. I always feel tired and sleep-deprived. Malay calls the next morning just as I am about to leave for work. I let it go to voicemail. A text message pops up as I am in the subway. - We really need to talk. I am wor...

My Struggles with Trupti Ch. 04

by urbanslut on Feb 6, 2018
Erotic Couplings

I wake up, sweating and with a rapid heartbeat, as if I have just been working out. It's dark in my bedroom. The radio clock says 3:41 AM. I look around. No one. And then I hear noises. Muffled noises of skin slapping, and grunts and moans, male and female. Coming from the living room I think. As I get off the bed, I notice I am still naked. I wrap a robe ar...

Banged Like a Cheap Slut

by hotzara on Sep 13, 2017
BDSM

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...

My Struggles with Trupti Ch. 01

by urbanslut on Feb 6, 2018
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

There I sat, naked and bound to a chair. The rope was tightly bound over my boobs, digging into my nipples, hurting them, making my massive boobs look like four globes instead of two. A rope ran over my crotch too, digging into my labia, rubbing against my clit, creating a painful yet pleasant sensation. Trupti stood a few feet away from me. Also completely...

Sad Eyed Lady of the Low Life

by HarryC on Sep 2, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Ilona sighed, blowing moist air through olive lips that were perched in the pout she had sat for hours in front of the mirror perfecting. The slender index finger of her right hand stroked the soft plane of her cheek, her pink nail polish lurid against her pale skin. When the finger reached her jaw-line, she curled it elegantly back into the arch of her hand...