Nandita To Nandini
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I was in the middle of preparing my evening meal when the phone rang. It was my dear sister Phoebe who as soon as I got the receiver to my ear sounded off about her latest ailment. ‘You what…?’ ‘Been to the doctor…?’ ‘What is it…?’ ‘Ah, pain in the tummy.’ ‘It’s not…!’ ‘Oh, a touch of indigestion… I’m…’ From the upstairs flat came the ear-splitting noise of what passes for music these days. This was followed by raised voices, a scream and a loud bang. The music ceased. I tried to...
An unexpected night visitorI had been home alone for a full week, my loving Victor out of town on a long business trip.I was really tired that Friday night when I came back home from my office.After pulling my car into the driveway, I failed to notice that some of the lights I had left on earlier, now were off. Only when I got close to the front door, key in hand, I had a sense that something was wrong...I opened the door and stepped inside. Then I felt a hand close to my wrist. I gasped, but I...
Please email me at AngelJediGirl (at) gmail (dot) com before posting this story to any other site. Posting to a pay site is prohibited. Comments and suggestions are also welcome at the above email address. --- Sarah Carerra By AngelJedi (Released: November 15, 2010) Chapter 16 - Unexpected Visitor Even though I owned my own car, Dad once again seemed to think that as long as he was going to be accompanying me anywhere, it would be in his car. I watched in frustration as the...
Unexpected Visitor By [email protected] happened recently on a Saturday evening. I had been watching football on the television all day long and had completely ignored my wife. If I completely ignore her for any length of time when I am home, she feels that have been "naughty" and deserve a spanking. So on this Saturday evening, after we had our supper, my wife informed me that I was going to be spanked for ignoring her. My wife usually spanks me at least once a week, so I was used to...
SpankingToday's story will be with one more of Dad's brothers. My beloved Uncle Orlando, who just was not more incisive, direct, runaway, slutty and shameless for lack of space.I confess that before we became lovers, friends, and confidants, he had laziness. Feeling, which not only made my approach difficult, but also my greatest excuse, to disdain him, completely ignoring his physical and intellectual attributes, which since mid-2017, more than respected, are greatly admired by me.Uncle Orlando,...
Hi dosto, mujhe aap sab k mail mile bahut acha laga,,but kuch log mujhe real girl samjh rahe h ye to sabse achi bat h but fir se bata du main aap sab ko i m 24 years old boy(cross dresser) sissy submissive bottom.. Train me gand marai , train k bad hotel me gand marai-ii k bad kya kya hua un train wale uncle k sath main is part main batuangi, ye sab real me hua h, story nahi real life experience h ye sab mere. Us din k bad main uncle se kai bar mili, but kafi din ho gaye the is bar jab main un...
Gay MaleMera nan vishu hai meri umr 20 sal hai mei up ka rehne wala hoo mein apne maa baap ki ek hi santan hoo…ye koi kahani nehi hai ek sachhi ghatna hai…agar aap logo ko ye pasand aaye ya mujhse koi contact karna chahe to meri email id hai Vaise to mei ek ladka hoo lekin ek uncle ne mujhe itna chauda ki mei ladki ban gaya Ye ghatna aaj se 8 sal pehle ki hai jab mei 12 sal ka tha.mei ek masoom bachha tha gora rang chikna sarir pink lips…choti si gand . mera ek dost tha jiska nam sonu tha .mei sam ko...
There was a catch, however. My Uncle Andy would be coming over to keep an eye on me and the house. Well, that was the excuse this time. Apparently his girlfriend had kicked him out again and this was an excuse that my dad could use to let him stay with us for a few weeks. He wasn’t really a bad guy, and was actually quite good looking for 47, but it did sadden me a little to realise I wouldn’t be as alone as I’d hoped. Let me tell you a little about myself, my name is Tammy. The reason...
Spanish Eyes I turned the bottle upside down and watched its last contents spill into the glass before me. The golden brown liquid swirled around the expensive Bacarat crystal before settling down onto its leaded glass bottom. I raised the glass and focused my unsteady gaze on the whisky sloshing around, my final remnants of earthly pleasure. The liquor spoke, calling me into oblivion. The edges of the room grew fuzzy as my eyes narrowed on the singular point of focus. The rest of...
Shortly after my 21st birthday my parents died in a car crash and I decided to move back to Ontario and live with my uncle Randy. He was in his 60's and still a very successful attorney with a big house and no wife and no c***dren. I initially didn't like the idea of leaving my friends, but he would not take no for answer. When Randall J. Peters wanted something, he took it.My uncle is a big man, 6-2 and 200 pounds, tall with a thick moustache and green eyes and intimidating, both because he...
"Two things," Cheryl said, ignoring my question. "First you have to give me a good morning kiss, and then we have to schedule what we're going to do today." Okay, now I had a new question, but I still wanted my first one answered. "Cheryl, what did you after you crawled in my bed last night?" "Didn't I just say that first you have to give me a good morning kiss?" "I have morning breath." That brought on the 'Are you Mandy Kuczynski or her brother?' look again. "So hold it...
Spanish Girlfriend: I come from money. I am happy that I have the freedom to come and go when and where I like and to play the markets. I had reached a point in my life when I felt bored. Do you know that moment when you say there must be more to life than this? So I had taken to going out and drinking in bars and gentlemen's clubs in London when I met my girlfriend Victoria in one of those bars. She was from Vitoria-Gasteiz in Spain. I remember when we first met she was...
Randi's Vacation Randi woke up to his alarm and quickly silenced it. A quick glance to his left confirmed the Denise was already up. She almost always got up before him preferring some extra time between getting ready for work and needing to walk out the door. He preferred to have enough time to get ready, eat and go. He walked to the bathroom which was right in the master bedroom. The condo they bought was a bit extravagant but provided plenty of room and they could afford it on...
Hum dono abhi bhi nange hi thay. Chalte chalte usne paad maari. Uski gaand mein abhi bhi haddi akti hui thi. Nadi kinare, jhadiyon ke bich usko bithaya. “Hug le saali madarchod. Kab se paad rahi jai bhosdiki.” Woh hugne lagi. Uski gaand se haddi nikal gayi. Uski garam moot ki dhaar mere pairo pe giri. “Saali maderjaat! Mere pairon pe mootegi. Saali raand muh khol,” main uske muh mein mootne laga. Lavda uske gale mein ghus kar mootne laga. Maine apni tange faila di aur wahi khade khade hugne...
Hi friends mera naam priya h main haryana se hu baat tub ki jub 18 yrs ki the. Mere gar k pass ek homopathic dr rehte the unka hamre gar kaafi aana jaana tha ek baar mere mummy papa ko 15 din k liye gaav jana pada to main un uncle k gar rahi the pehle b main bhot baar unke gar reh cukhi the. To main unke gar rehne chali gyi unke gar main uncle aunty rehte the unke 2no bache bahar rehte the. Main dfihne main kafi gori thebt muje mere boobs nhi pasand the vo bot bade the . Jub raat ko main so...
Spanish Donkey Friday ?Are all of you stupid or what? shouted Miss Wolfensohn just after cominginto her classroom. She wildly threw their examination on her desk. For a moment a deadly silence reigned in the room. The teens dared not evento move, holding their eyes down not to look at their History teacher, thoughthere was a lot to look at. Vanessa Wolfensohn was a 35 old pretty, really pretty woman. Usually she dressedin jeans and sneakers highlighting her round ass and her long legs. She...
Cheryl lifted her glass. "To the best Sunday I've ever had. And to the uncle who made it happen." "To the best Sunday you've ever had." I pinged her glass with mine and we sipped. She gave her glass a skeptical look and then focused on me. "I guess it would have been better with wine, huh?" I motioned for her to sit and then took my own chair at the patio table. "Of course not. After all, you are much more like hand-squeezed lemonade than Beaujolais." "I am?" she asked with a...
I am here for three reasons, first to share stories with others. Next to read stories from others and enjoy them. Last to improve my writing and expression skills. I know I am not perfect however, I have the heart and courage to attempt and I never hide who I am. If you wish to be one of those people who are "Anonymous" and always seem to have something negative to say you are wasting your time. If you see that I have made some gross error be human, be cool about it and send me a tip or...
The day is 23rd of September, it's my birthday! just like the usual busy day during the occasion, my friends and other relatives were invited. we drink and party the night. Then, one nice lady visitor name racquel came looking for my nwife, rose, looks like shes having a problem on her husband. She hang for a while with us taking up some beer. But, maybe shes not used drinking because maybe 4 bottles then she cried out like hell and screaming the shit about her husband. I was angry then, I told...
Summers' fascination with Cheryl became more understandable when I met his wife, Joyce. She said they had lost a daughter at age ten, and Cheryl was practically a reincarnation of their girl, though Cheryl's face was proportionately wider and her cheeks a little fuller. Still, they could have been sisters. "He's never really accepted her death," Joyce said in a quiet conversation at the opposite end of their large living room where the mantel was covered with pictures of Kimberley...
Mera naam Rudra hai. Ek number ka harami aur besharam. Mera dimaag mere lavde mein hai, jo saala har waqt chudai ke liye uchalte rehta hai. Kasarati badan jo ghanto tak lavde ka saath deta hai. Waise toh bachpan se hi kaafi chudai ki hai. Lekin yeh wali sabse achi wali, ya yeh kahu ki sab se gandi wali hai. Main tab 30 saal ka tha. Shaadi hui nahi thi. Ghar mein rehta hi nahi tha. Naukri hi aisi thi ke sheher-sheher gaon-gaon bhatakna padta tha. Peshe se ek civil engineer, jiski degree paiso se...
Can't breathe! I woke up enough to realize it was because of a weight pressing down on my chest. I opened my eyes. Cheryl was lying on top of me. I knew it was Cheryl because my tongue remembered that she needed to shave again, and I could see stubble in the glow from the campground's light poles creeping in around and through the curtains. I lifted my head slightly and kissed the stubble, then kissed the opening in the middle. Thanks to the exposure to the air, she was dry now. She...
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Chapter 1It was after ten o'clock on a gloomy January night. There was a cold rain falling, and it was being driven by a stiff wind. It was a good night to stay in. I was sitting in front of my computer about to finish my data entry assignments for the night. I thought I would read a porn story or two after that.The only light I had on in the house was the one on my desk. Suddenly, I was startled by a knock on my door. Being naturally suspicious of such unexpected visitors at night, I grabbed...
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It was the last night of the all girls holiday in Benidorm, Deb was having a great time with both her sisters along with her husbands two sisters as well as ten other girl’s from her home town. It had been quite some time that Deb had been away without her husband. Her busy life and awkward work hours restricted her social life. But tonight being the last she was going to make up for it, Tonight was to be a last holiday celebration for all the girls.Before leaving the hotel Deb had dressed for...
My dad is in the hospital, my wife said. My mom is out of town and I don’t want to leave him alone so I’m staying at the hospital tonight Of course my love. No problem with that. Send your dad my best and I hope he is better. Just like that, my wife left the house, en route to care for her sick father. A group text came through that went to her entire side of the family. “Dad is in the hospital, and since mom is out of town I’ll go help out” All was smooth sailing, then I got a...
The next week was relatively uneventful. Monday we painted Cheryl's room. "It stinks," she said as she climbed in bed, her pert nose wrinkled in disgust. "Maybe I should have gotten the bright orange after all." "That was oil based enamel, not latex. It would have smelled worse." "Worse than this?" "Yes. Do you want to sleep in one of the other rooms for a couple of nights?" "No. I just want this one to smell better." "It will in a couple of days." "What if the stink...
He felt nervous, probablyus, perhaps more nervous than he had ever felt before, he knew he was stupid to have ever let it go as far as this, but somehow he just hadn't been able to stop himself. He'd placed the chair in the centre of the lounge as he'd been told and now he sat on the settee looking at it, waiting. Waiting for the text message that he feared would come, yet still somehow in a madly excited anticipation, fuelling that growing fear that was gnawing inside his stomach. He...
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"SHIT!" Despite the amused smile that suddenly jumped across his face, Maynard's face managed to remain sympathetic as he looked down at Cheryl, who'd collapsed to sit on the grass and mope. "I'd have told you, honey, but I didn't know." Cheryl put her elbows on her knees and rested her chin atop her fists. "Pardon my French. I can't believe I missed Tyrone Hayes! Of all the times for me to get sick! That makes this my worst Fourth of July ever." "I forgot he was from here," I...
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He watched them as they sat sipping their colorful drinks and flirting with male guests and hotel employees alike at the Garden Cloud Lounge. They were undoubtedly four sisters, all in their late twenties and thirties, and attractive. They were obviously American, and they laughed as they tried what little Spanish they knew on the young waiters. He had seen groups like this many times. Their often affluent husbands allowed them to have "Girl's Time Off" now and then. It worked out on both...
I was wrong. She did not emerged until time for the final check She wore long jeans, a fully-buttoned blouse, and as angry a look as I'd ever seen. Her red eyes avoided me as she stormed into the kitchen for an apple, quartered it, and took it to the front door without a word. I listened to the door open, then close. I returned to the novel I was reading. Eventually I heard the door again. She started up the stairs without a word. "Good night," I said. She slowed long enough to say,...
I have been living next door to Anna for a few years. We were both friendly towards each other and always exchanged pleasantries whenever we saw each other. We did the usual neighbourly things, taking in parcels when either one of us wasn't in, keeping an eye on the other ones house whenever one was away. Anna was 43 and about 5'6" tall. She was attractive in a nice way and always held herself well, in a confident manner. She was single (as far as I could tell), and appeared to keep herself to...
BDSMI have been living next door to Anna for a few years. We were both friendly towards each other and always exchanged pleasantries whenever we saw each other. We did the usual neighbourly things, taking in parcels when either one of us wasn't in, keeping an eye on the other ones house whenever one was away. Anna was 43 and about 5'6" tall. She was attractive in a nice way and always held herself well, in a confident manner. She was single (as far as I could tell), and appeared to keep...
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Hi again. Abhi tak aap pad chukka hai kis terha meri dharmik aur gharalu mummy ko papa ka dost chood chukka hay. Ub unho ne apna fayda ka lia mummy ka istmal karna shuru kar dia. Kaisa yah aap aagi padhia. Raju uncle building construction ka kam karta thy aur govt. Ka bada bada contract lay kar kam karty thy. Aak bhut bada contract nikla tha jus me nadi per bridge bana tha . 15 caror ka contract tha jisa raju uncle kisi bhi terha sa hasil karna chatha thy lakin usa pass karna ka lia officer 10...
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I wondered why my cell phone was ringing in the middle of the night. Then my eyes cracked open enough for me to realize it was bright inside the trailer despite the closed curtains. Sunshine, not street lamps. I probably didn't want a translation of the Earlymorningcherylese that was mumbled next to my ear, so I reached for the phone instead. "Randy Long." "Hey, it's Maynard. Have you left town yet?" "Ummm ... no." "Oh, good. I was afraid I was too late. It's after eight, and I...
"Bitch." Cheryl didn't move except to speak. She stared at the cordless phone extension in her hand, now switched off. "Noun or verb?" I asked, gripping her shoulders and massaging her spine with my thumbs. She looked over her shoulder at me. "Huh?" "Was that a descriptive noun, or was it a verb complaining about what she did?" I took the offered phone and shoved it into the charging base on the end table, then resumed working out the muscle kinks she developed while talking to...
This introduction story is based on true events. All the characters mentioned are above the age of 18. For personal reasons, the names of the characters have been changed. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The writer does not believe in any kind of discrimination or disrespect towards women. The story has been written for sexual satisfaction and should be held in the same regard. “Aah!” Nandini moaned as my thick member entered her...
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Sant Ghoshal-Anand Goswami ‘pahunche huye’ siddh purush ya mahatma hn.Sundar Van ke ghane jungle me Aadiwasi basti se sata unka ‘Slddhashram’ h.swami ji vese to Raam Bhakti ki rasik shakha Sakhi Sampraday ke bhakt hn lekin vo Shiv Bhagvan ke nagn rup ke upasak bhi hn.Isi liye unke Ashram me ghuste hi ek sundar Shiva Ling sthaapit milta h. kaha jata h ki yeh ”Swaymbhu Lingam” h, arthat iska nirman kisi kaarigar ne nahin kiya, ye to uska apne aap bana prakritik rup h.ye nitya ling h. Swami ji ke...
Mandy's sickest stories - Mandy reloadedAuthor: SickoChickMandyAuthor's email: mandydarkfantasies [at] gmail [dot] comTags: F/f, torture, snuff, feet, nc, cannibalismProofread by EmmaPNote, that English is not my native language, so my writing will surely have many grammatical and syntax errors just as improper usage of expressions. I can only hope someone will still find it exciting. Be aware, this is graphic, brutal and extreme. I read it after writing and scared of myself.DisclaimerThis...
Andrew Running (part 1 of Andrea's Stand) Chapter 1: Running I called my Aunt Clara from the bus station. She didn't seem that surprised to hear from me and when I explained why I was there she told me to walk a couple of blocks to the local diner and get myself a cup of coffee. She'd pick me up in about half an hour. I sat and sipped chocolate milk and tried to eat a pastry while I glanced nervously out of the window waiting for my father to show up and force me into his...
by Millie Dynamite Jaden and I meet a few weeks after he transferred to the Naval base just outside of town. I sat on a bar stool sipping my Pappy Van Winkle when this tall African-American man in full dress uniform sat next to me. He whore captain’s bars. He possessed an air of authority. I nodded to him when perched on the next stool. He returned my nod with his own acknowledgment, in a deep voice he said, “Yo.” He spoke without looking at me. “I’ll have bourbon, make it a shot of Evan...
I am really happy that I was born at this point in history. If I was born lets just say 20 years ago... I couldn’t make a living doing what I do. I couldn’t be out to ANYONE. Grindr wouldn’t exist. Yesterday I was sitting on my couch, wearing only a pair of white speedos and working on a super hot speedo photo set (if you are nice to me I will post some pics from that on here tomorrow). As you can imagine - when I’m hard at work, I am sometime ‘HARD’ at work. I’ve had a Grindr account for...
‘Sandy, the fireworks are hailin’ over Little Eden tonight/ Forcin’ a light into all those stony faces left stranded on this warm July.’ With those words Bruce Springsteen begins to paint a picture of one aspect of life as he knew it on the Jersey Shore. For better or worse we’ve also been subjected to MTV’s version of life on the ‘Jersey Shore.’ Let me give you a better picture of life on the Jersey Shore as I have experienced it. This is a more realistic story of life at the Jersey Shore...