You’ve seen me around college, and we’ve made eye contact, but nothing more. So when I walk out of the lift in the library, you smile as I look at you. I smile in return and you resume your studying. We share a management class, so you know I’m here for the position paper we all have due at the end of the week. Returning to your notes, you lose sight of me.
You look around for the book that your notes mention, but it’s not on the desk with you. You study your notes again and get the reference number. As you gaze up at the stacks, you quickly realize it’s only a few shelves away, in the corner behind you.
You find the shelf, and as you reach for the book, you feel me, close to you, closer than I’ve ever been. You can smell my cologne and feel my presence, the heat of my body washing over you. You freeze at the shelf, hand on the book, wondering what I’ll do.
“You’re so beautiful” I murmur in your ear, nipping at your earlobe. “And you know it.” Read more »
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Varun’s birthday party, the previous Saturday, had gone very well. As expected, the food was excellent. I certainly knew the menu by heart. Varun also had an extensive selection of single malts, and I got to sample a few that I hadn’t tried before. Despite the fact that Varun’s wife of 20 years had left him, six months before, the house and decorations were up to his usual standards. In their relationship, he was the one with the love of all things birthday.
In addition to Varun, the food, and the extensive holiday decorations, I was sort of a fixture at the party. I’ve been there every year, I’ve got an outgoing personality, I’m reasonably attractive, and I can tell a good story. So people remember me from year to year, whether they see me during the intervening months or not.
For the first time in the 13 years that Varun had hosted the party, I went stag. I’ve never been married, but for every other party, I’ve had at least a female friend I could take, if not a serious girlfriend. But not this year. I don’t know whether I was fed up with dating, or simply enjoyed having my life to myself. Regardless of the reason, I was alone at the party, and so was Varun. He made a big deal of it, but I actually enjoyed it. Despite being 10 years older than me, Varun is looking for a 20-something sugar baby. I’m not really looking. At least, I’m not as serious about it as Varun. Read more »
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I was eager, anxious, excited, frustrated, and a little bit confused. I tried to sort it all out in my head, but the only clear thought I had was of her. Sonakshee. How had I attached so many emotions to one person? I hadn’t felt this way since the eighth grade!
I’d pursued women before, but I’d always known more about them, where I could find them, what they liked. Sonakshee was a mystery. I didn’t even know her last name. She knew me no better. Well, perhaps a little better, I thought to myself, as I remembered the feeling of her hand wrapped around my erection.
The one thing I knew about her, the one solid thing, was when I’d see her next. Tuesday. I knew she’d be at the Planet Bollywood Club, I never had any serious doubts, and I found my certainty curious. Unfortunately, I’d had plenty of time to think about why I was so certain. The days until Tuesday dragged by, one plodding hour after another. Read more »
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It was the week after Diwali and the countdown to Varun’s birthday party had begun. It was always on the first last in October, and it was a big event among our circle of friends. It’s a slow time for our business, which is why he spent almost all his time decorating his house. At last count, he put up something like twenty-four fully decorated beer kegs, ranging from a few inches to a trio of monsters in the living room that topped 5 feet.
So I was surprised when Varun asked if I wanted to have a drink with him at the Planet Bollywood Club. It was Tuesday, and I’d planned to stop by after work, but I thought I’d be alone. With Varun along, I knew I’d end up listening to the party menu, again. He was my friend, however, as well as my business partner, so I was more than happy to have his company.
We arrived shortly after they opened, and the bartender was pouring our whiskey before we had even rounded the railing at the top of the stairs. Varun headed for the couch and I relaxed into the comfort of my favourite easy chair. The weather had turned cold and stormy, and I was still chilled from the short walk into the restaurant. There was a fire burning in the fireplace next to my chair, and I was happy for the warmth. The Old Monk would go a long way towards warming me as well, and I took a sip, letting the warm liquid roll over my tongue. Warm on the outside, warm on the inside, I thought to myself. Read more »
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Around the corner from my office in Mumbai, there’s a place where I like to go. It’s a restaurant, with the bar upstairs. We call it the Planet Bollywood Club, although it’s officially named after its location. It’s in a wonderful old Early nineteenth-century house, with dark wood panelling, high ceilings and a rich, tasteful ambiance.
I like it there because it’s got a nice selection of single malt Scotch, and they allow cigar smoking in the bar. I don’t actually like cigars–smoking them or being around the smoke–but I do like my pipe. The Planet Bollywood Club is one of the few places where I can be comfortable and enjoy the flavours of my sweet tobacco and a glass of Old Monk.
So I’m there once, maybe twice a week, with or without my business partner, to relax after work. The bar opens at 4:30, and I guess I’m a regular. At least, I’m on a first name basis with all the servers, and I honestly can’t remember the last time I had to tell the bartender what to pour for me. Read more »
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My girlfriend, Reshma had just got back from her holiday, she had been gone for weeks and I missed her so much. She texted me saying “hey baby, u wanna meet up?” I replied yes and we decided that we were going to meet at the park. It was not too far of a walk and I was there. I must have been early I thought to myself as she was not waiting for me which was unlike her, naturally I began to worry but it was not long until my fears were put to rest as I saw her coming around the corner.
I asked “what took you so long?” “I’ve been planning that’s all” she replied, my face lit up with excitement. We were going to a sort of dinner party but with a BDSM twist, we would get there and they would pick one person to be the slave of the night and the slave would be force fed food for hours. This for me would be perfect so I agreed to go.
When we got there I walked in with Reshma and a large man gave me a red hoodie I wasn’t sure as I hadn’t see inside of the building yet, Reshma told me to put it on so I did. We walking into a very nice looking room and some people were already sat down eating, I could see that I was the only one with a red hoodie on so I began to wonder if I was the slave. “It would be amazing to be the slave but can I do it” I thought to myself. Read more »
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Ekadanta was keenly aware that Rekha was in one of her moods. When she wanted to talk in the nude, sitting up in bed with her finger lazily stroking through her very wet slit, he knew he was in for a rough ride. The ride would end with a crash or the best sex ever. Either way, the ride was never boring.
She said, “I think Tathagata lusts after my body, and I would not be the least surprised if he initiated something if things get nasty when the guys come tomorrow night. He’s making rather bold overtures as it is, and I haven’t done a thing to encourage him.”
Tathagata was their oldest boy at eighteen. Ekadanta’s friends had a reputation for turning their monthly reunions into orgies. This month they were to meet at Ekadanta’s house and the kids would be home all that weekend. Ekadanta’s eyes narrowed. He said, “Just what has he done, Rekha?” Read more »
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Today is my twentieth birthday. I’ve been her servant for almost two years now. I doubt she’ll remember. Last year was celebrated with a well-deserved beating.
God, I love her.
When we first came to Mumbai we were runaways who thought we knew it all. We knew she lived alone, was the heiress of a Parsi bakery fortune and that she lived alone and unguarded, close to the bad part of town. We never thought to ask why. So we pulled a home invasion, intent on robbing and probably killing her, but she turned the tables on us so easily. We were pathetic. One bottle of drugged wine and we woke up in the cages. She abused us… call it what it was, she tortured us. But we were going to take everything from her, hurt her, force her, probably kill her.
Who could blame her? But at least we always ate well. She was never cruel in that regard. Read more »
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Their voices carried down the hall from the family room to the kitchen.
“Damn! This’ll be our fourteenth straight weekend of fishing,” Vijay Murty said excitedly.
His wife, Hetal, looked at me across the kitchen table with a warm twinkle in her eyes.
Another man’s voice said, “Kapil, is your brother a gay?”
“Gosh, keep your fucking voice down. The women can hear you,” Kapil replied amid snickers from the others.
My brother wasn’t speaking to God, of course. He was speaking to Shiv, one of his good-ole’-boy fishing buddies. Read more »
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Brinda Agrawal sat beside me in Eco class. I was in love with her. For fifty minutes each day, I’d watch her out of the corner of my eye. I’d see the profile of her beautiful face, watch the gentle rise and fall of her breasts, see the sunlight halo her shiny hair.
I wanted to touch her, to feel the smooth softness of her dark skin. I ached to have her look at me with those twinkling soft blue eyes. I wanted her to walk toward me with that inviting, sexy sway, the way she walked toward her boyfriend, Salmaan.
I might as well’ve been a prisoner in Pakistan. When you’re a geek, the college goddess dating the senior star of the cricket team doesn’t pay any attention to you, except to make your life more miserable.
“Mukul, I dropped my pencil. Could you pick it up for me?” she’d whisper. She’d be partially turned to face me. Her face would be pleading. Somehow another button was undone on her blouse. I’d feel my palsy return with its accompanying red heat as I struggled to reach her pencil that was closer to her than to me. Read more »
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I am Sandeep from Bhubaneshwar would like to share one of my true experience from the last two years. Let me tell you about myself I am an average height good looking guy after completing my studies went for higher studies and got placed. Although this incident is not my 1st sexual experience but can be termed as one with a lot of adventure.
I got transferred to Bhubaneshwar and after joining my office I found I had a girl Sunita in my team of sales. This girl was at around 5 had a lovely figure, 32, 28, 34. Sunita has been working in the comp since 7 years and was senior to me in experience but was supposed to report me. But coz of her hold over our boss she tried not to report me.
She used to behave as if she was my boss and would order me in an arrogant voice to visit a particular client. This annoyed me but as my boss was a guy having a great weakness for females, he would not care for my problem. To solve this problem, I had a plan in my mind I started making friendship with her and tried to make her believe we are a team and had to compete with other teams to be known in the company. Read more »
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Hi friends. This is Arun. I am 24 years old and I’m here to share with you my real life sex experience with 2 hot babes, Kavita and Gayatri. I saw them for the first time when I visited our office factory in Andhra border along with my colleague Ashwin to look after the operations at the factory and report the same to HO. Both of them are deployed at the factory place. Kavita is an accounting staff and Gayatri works in the IT department. Me and Ashwin got introduced to them on the very first day we went there. Kavita is aged 25 years and is a bit dark, broad arms, visibly large boobs and she straight away made me feel horny as I saw her for the first time. Gayatri is a very sweet looking woman, also aged 25 years, fair complexion and had a perfect structure, that is, she was neither too fat nor too lean.
Me and Ashwin started our work there looking at how things are in the factory place. We were allotted a factory nearby the factory, where the staffs and the factory managers stay. It had a marriage hall like set up with independent rooms being built with basic facilities. It looked just like a hotel room. We were allotted room No.1 and Gayatri and Kavita stayed in room no. 5 & 6 respectively.
Both of them used to accompany us for lunch and dinner everyday. They repeatedly told us “Feel free to come to our room if you feel bored. We’ll have some nice time.” We also said “Sure we will.” There was no entertainment at that place as it was more of a village with full of farm lands surrounding the place. Read more »
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Hello, I am Nina (nick name). I am from a big joint family. I have completed my 12th sci from a good college. My family consists of 17 members. This is my first time to express my experience with my big brother “the night on the step day of my marriage”. Writing in front of you after 11 months of my marriage. I have been married on 10th august 2005 with a well developed well fine doctor. Okay here is my story…
I was working in mnc bpo company as a live supporter agent in pune, xxx technology. Our team members were satisfied on my skills, because I was expert touch typist and having good communication skills. I am just 24 years old, last year I was 23 and they handled the subscribed job to my home place, providing me pc and connection with studio, cause of some family restriction…..
I was engaged on July 10th and as on engagement ceremony, marriage date was fixed right after 1 month. I was too excited and frightened to see any male’s penis in my life, but I was unsuccessful. Just seen on net. I just want to see the real penny of any guy, boy, anyone and that was my target in the life. Read more »
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Dear readers, this is the first experience of mine, which I am now going to tell you. I want to share my very secret experience about my mom with you. I hope you will able to understand my feeling about my damn sexy mother. My mom named Sneha is a lady of 39 years and all the erotic features with her. My papa is a sex loving person and both my papa and mom are enjoying their life by adding lot of variations to their sex life which is more or less known to me. She has the unique fleshy wide ass for which she is very famous in our surrounding. She is also very proud of her possessions and in our family everybody want to be with her many a times to have a glimpse of her sexy erected boobs and her swinging butt. I have seen mom is very free with one of papa’s younger brothers Sachin.
My uncle Sachin (younger brother of my papa) lives in a far of place from our place of Pune. He is serving at Kolkata and staying with their family there. Sometimes he used to visit us at our residence. My aunty (wife of uncle) is a very simple woman and as per her appearance she seems to be a very shy lady. Of course her features are good but not like my mom. The age of my uncle is around 30 years. He is a very romantic person and I have noticed a lot of time that when he visits our house, he used to bring very expensive gifts for my mom which she likes the most. Most of the time he is visiting us alone in weekends. As per the activities of my uncle I know it that he is a mad fan and follower of mom and in the house many a times he is trying to stay at home on his visit and always fling to her. He is a good cook so that he makes himself busy at our kitchen most of the times with mom and mostly on the absence of my papa he used to roam around mom by raising various issues. Read more »
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“Sorry Miss. Renu, I’m late”
“It’s Ok, Ramu…I Just came here”
“Of course…. did you brought the earthworms?”
“Yes…Yes…I got some earthworms”
While she was pointing towards my Bamboo stick…she said…
“So…here is our fishing rod huh? Just a dried bamboo stick?” she laugh loud at me….
“It’s Ok…Miss. Renu, we are not professionals, …. are we? Let’s go for fishing with this one”.
“Ok..Ok…my little fishermen…let’s go for it” Read more »
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