Forge of StonesChapter 5
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The Pilgrim aroused Molo from his fretful sleep with a nudge. Molo woke up with a gasp, his body tense, his face and palms sweaty. The Pilgrim thought his brother was troubled, as he had been for the last two nights. It was as if the spirits of the land and sky were not in his dreams; as if they did not safekeep him from the malevolence of the archenemy.
He would pray for his brother at dawn; he hoped something lesser was troubling him. Some lover, or a wife. His children, perhaps. He couldn't know yet, he wasn't learning his brother's tongue as fast as he wished. But he understood his brother's pilgrimage was different. They had taken the same path for the same reasons, but there were different customs to be obeyed.
Perhaps, his brother was unlucky enough to have a wife and children that he had needed to leave behind. Perhaps a lover was awaiting his return. That might be the reason he suffered at night. He embraced his brother's arms reassuringly, and nodded to himself.
He started walking again, towards the direction the walking stone pointed to. The night was chilly but dry; the desert was a harsh, rocky field of red and brown. It was good enough for walking, but useless for everything else.
Very little was to be found in the way of a shelter, and water was as scarce as snow flakes in the summer. The land offered little more than burrowing furry creatures and small sand lizards in the way of eating. God provided, as ever, but his brother was uneasy with what they were able to gather. At first he would not even taste the food, even when cooked on fire.
When hunger took over him though he mellowed, and grew wiser to the ways of God in His Holy place. Still, he seemed to be somewhat reserved in his adoration; somewhat aloof at times as if his mind wandered elsewhere. He could hear him sometimes speak in his native tongue, other times in the tongue of the Pilgrim's people.
In his sleep, he talked as well. The Pilgrim could not make much, though he sometimes spoke of the Forge of Stones. 'He is young, I'll give him that, ' thought the Pilgrim and his mind echoed with worry: 'He has not yet had the time to fully embrace God in his true, purest, unblemished form. Here, in his Holy Land, where he is most welcome, were His Truth sublimes us all, even rock and sand'. The Pilgrim felt his brother would learn though, in due time.
The Pilgrim saw in him a fervency, an ardor. He saw the determined glitter in his eyes, the way he looked at the Path, the awe when faced with the suns setting over where His Gardens lay. He was worthy of the travel, and the peril. He was a brother sent from God, indeed. Though his brother's purpose was still to be revealed, the Pilgrim knew in his heart his own was renewed; that he should act as this man's mentor and tutor, as a wise and benevolent father to fill his heart and mind with the joy that was God and Truth.
The Pilgrim's heart burned with vigor and his mind felt inundated in these warm thoughts of God and His work and plan. He was so enthralled with what God had in stock for them both that he had barely noticed his brother was not walking alongside him. He checked behind him but he could not make out his brother's figure in the blooming starlight. 'He must have fallen asleep again, ' the Pilgrim thought.
So he walked back over to the small sandy crest where they had curled up and laid themselves to sleep. He would be cold now that there was no god-stone to bring them light, heat and comfort. 'I should have been more thorough when I woke him, ' the Pilgrim thought while walking with a sure, easy pace, slowly climbing to the top of the crest.
There, he saw him sleeping serenely this time. The Pilgrim momentarily thought he should leave him be for a little while longer, but night had fallen for sometime now and they had to take advantage of it as best as they could. When the suns rose again in the morning, the heat and the cloudless sky would make traversing the desert an insufferable affair.
They should be at the Dunes come morning, where the sea of sand could claim a man's life if he wasn't ready for its tribulations. God would provide, but man should be wary as ever. Many Pilgrims before him perished while traversing the Dunes, and left nothing but bleached bones as a warning to those that came after them.
The Pilgrim shook Molo more violently, this time making sure he would wake up, stand on his feet and walk with him. It was for their own good and the good of the Pilgrimage. It would not serve God if they tarried and indulged themselves. That was one of the lessons his brother had still to learn.
Molo stirred and moaned a complain, something unintelligible even if the Pilgrim could understand his language. He rose from the ground wearily and languidly. He put a hand out as if letting the Pilgrim know he was really awake this time. He talked in low Helican, the commoners tongue, with signs of exasperation in his face and a disgruntled voice:
"I'm up. I'm up, you heartless driver. Don't you get tired? Don't you need to sleep? I guess you're used to this sort of thing. When will we be getting there? Do you really know or are we wandering aimlessly? You still don't understand a single word I'm saying, right?"
The Pilgrim smiled and made the hand gesture for 'God will provide', turned around and started walking while faintly motioning Molo to follow him with a flick of his wrist. Molo sighed wearily and started walking behind the Pilgrim in a disheartened fashion; he was almost shuffling his feet, kicking up small clouds of fine dust in the process.
The Pilgrim said something that Molo could not understand perfectly; something about the weary man finding consolation in God's plan, but he wasn't sure that was the proper translation. The man spoke High Helican, but it had somewhat mutated over the years probably, flex and intonation at wild variance from the original.
A strange thought came unbidden to Molo then: he thought that maybe it was the other way around, maybe the High Helican Molo had learned was the mutated form and not the original. Such linguistic considerations though mattered little since the only thing the man ever talked about was God, his plan, and this Pilgrimage he was on. That was alright with him; he didn't really care if the Pilgrim was a half-mad ascetic fanatic, as long as he brought him to the Necropolis. Then, he would see what he might do with him. Perhaps he knew more than he let on from time to time about the place. He talked of gardens and a citadel, and a forge of some kind.
He'd stick around, as long as the Pilgrim proved his usefulness. If they ever got there, that was. They had been wandering farther into the desert for a couple of days now. They had left the marble road behind two nights before, and that was about the time when Molo had run out of food. Perhaps the man had saved their lives, with his uncanny ability to find sustenance in such a forlorn and inhospitable place.
Though lizards and rats were not real food, it somehow became agreeable when one had not eaten in three days and the smell of cooked meat wafted into the nostrils. Molo shuddered at the memory of the Pilgrim cutting the lizard's head off, skinning it, and eating it raw, from limb to limb. The man was a savage, that much was certain, but he somehow knew more about the Widelands than any man alive. He had only identified himself as 'Pilgrim', but that much was enough for Molo to call him by when the need arose.
They were walking through a rocky desert, sometimes passing through low crests on the same direction. From what Molo could gather from where the suns rose and fell each day they were walking roughly towards the northeast; curiously enough that was one of the few things that seemed to make sense. The terrain had progressed from a rough savannah into a rocky desert, and it seemed like soon they were about to enter the great sand dunes he had read about in Umberth's accounts.
From then on, he'd be almost lost. Esphalon had written down that once they had entered the sand dunes, the pack mules they had brought with them died being skinned to death in a sand storm they themselves barely escaped alive through sheer luck and perhaps as Esphalon had put it, providence. That was when they met the girl that went on to lead them to the Necropolis per se, which they had failed to enter after fruitless days of labor.
The girl was the one who sustained them through these perils, producing food and water out of what seemed to be thin air. That was not all though: The girl was quite insistent in preventing them in their efforts to enter the Necropolis proper, what Esphalon had described as 'a gargantuan cluster of megalithic buildings that either shone or absorbed light, tightly packed together as if they were wood on a basket, encircled by a wall that itself defied logic in size, shape, and function'.
She had even used some kind of invisible force on them, on more than one occasion. She had began to weep and talk incessantly, begging them to halt their efforts, as she 'pushed us away from what could have been an entrance point to the dead city, what Master Umberth called a Necropolis. She did not seem to be angry or wrathful because of our attempts but rather terrified, pleading with us to leave the place'.
Molo hoped the Pilgrim would be much more helpful in that respect. After all, he had told him he had to enter the Holy Gardens and pay his respects in the Citadel of God to reaffirm his people's faith in him, and be rewarded with the Forge of Stones. Those were the exact words he had used, in heavily accented High Helican.
To Molo that sounded like the man was planning to enter what Umberth had dubbed the Necropolis of the Widelands. Indeed, he was not simply planning on doing such a thing but was actually driven by a religious fervor Molo had not seen even in the Ministers of the Pantheon, or the most pious and faithful of the lowly people that clung to such notions like a man about to drown clinging on a driftwood. This Pilgrim though, was a different sort altogether.
His faith drove him; it inspired him, steeling his determination and making him unwavering in the face of adversity. The contrast with the Ministers of the Pantheon was sharp: they instilled fear, caution, piety, obeisance, and misery. A faithful man for Molo was a fool, a person reduced to a muttering idiot who felt the Gods were in his favor if his children were not taken away from him, and his crops were not dying of thirst or the cold of winter. The contrast was painfully sharp, and the effects of Pilgrim's faith on the psyche more than intriguing.
All around them the land was still, without even the sounds of scurrying desert rats or the rush of wind from a night gale. All he could hear was their feet on dirt and sand, and perhaps the sound of gravel as they trod their feet over rough patches of it.
He noticed how much his boots were worn out by now. It was not the many miles he had traveled until he met the marble road that had made them so. It was the relatively few days he had been walking in the Widelands that had made him feel he should've packed a pair of boots with him. The hot days and chilly nights had put some stress on the boot's leather skin, but it was mainly due to the pervasive asperity of this place, this outer desert, and the abrasive nature of the rocky ground; the mix of dust, sand, dirt and gravel that had made his boots little less than sheets of leather about to slit themselves open.
It remained a mystery to Molo how the Pilgrim could remain unperturbed by the roughness of the terrain, the adverse conditions, and the unforgiving miles he had walked to get here in the first place. As far as Molo knew, the Pilgrim's people were nomads living in the cold, harsh tundras of a northern island. It was understandable that he would be proficient in survival skills, but his ability to adapt to changes in climate and terrain seemed unrivaled.
But there were also the strange stones Molo had noticed the Pilgrim carried with him. These were small stones but regularly shaped, as if they were purposefully cut by human hands. They were dark green, with violet and cyan lights flashing in the morning suns, their surface smooth but with mysterious shapes looming right below it, like patterns that kept changing each time you looked at one. They closely resembled what Molo had known as keystones, though he had never really gotten his hands on one.
The Pilgrim used one of the stones as a guide, for getting his direction straightened out. Molo had noticed that every time the Pilgrim used it, always after offering praise to his God and praying, he slightly changed course as if adjusting to what the stone showed him. Molo deduced that the stone was able to point him somehow to the direction of the Necropolis.
He had briefly entertained the idea of killing the Pilgrim and getting the guiding stone for himself. He had decided against such an action though because he believed the Pilgrim would be much more useful when they actually entered the Necropolis. The other stone he used was entirely fascinating as well.
It was what the Pilgrim used for shelter in this forsaken land, and probably something his people also used to stay alive in the harsh tundras of the north. The stone was a marvelous object: It offered them a small glowing light, enough to see each other's face in the dark, and it exuded warmth but unlike a fire, the warmth did not seem to radiate from the stone. It felt as if they were enclosed in a bubble of sorts where pleasant warmth occupied it, and the sounds and the wind outside were kept at bay as if by magic.
Indeed each time the Pilgrim used it, it was as if they were suddenly put inside an invisible bubble of glass that was protective and mindful of their basic comfort. From what he had seen, he believed that whatever the conditions outside, such a stone could keep them warm and dry; it was exactly what a body would need to stay alive in any climate. Molo sniggered at the thought of such a fantastic artifact of mysterious origins and unheard of qualities as that stone, in the hands of a savage that could barely use a wheel, if in fact he had ever seen one in his life.
But Molo felt there was probably so much more he could learn from the Pilgrim. So many mysteries that could be unraveled just because the Pilgrim knew these things, like he had always known them. As if it were rote, custom, and legend that was passed on from generation to generation.
Molo thought more about how the Pilgrim had introduced himself at first, and remembered that he had referred to himself as 'a' Pilgrim. Which meant that there were others as well. Or there had been others in the past. He had not broached the subject because when he did ask the Pilgrim about things, even about relatively simple things like what they would eat or when would they stop for a break, the answers he received were nothing short of enigmatic, occluded by religious reverence and pious deference to God and his plan.
Molo believed that asking him about his Pilgrimage was a bad idea; the dark-skinned man would erupt in a series of prayers and gestures, reciting long stories of tradition as well as many other minutiae that would only complicate his efforts at understanding whatever useful information and knowledge he could offer.
He believed that it was best he gathered what the Pilgrim would share without knowing, and infer whatever knowledge he could from scraps of information alone. When the time came perhaps Molo could press him for more, or do away with him outright. He did not think the Pilgrim could be extorted through fear or driven to betray his beliefs.
Even if his life was forfeit, he would rather think himself as a martyr: a holy failure. In that regard, Molo had to endure his presence and learn as much from him as possible through what little interaction they had. Truthfully though, Molo did not think he would have been able to survive the tribulations of the desert had it not been for the Pilgrim and his stones.
The Pilgrim had turned around to check up on how far behind he was. He noticed Molo was grinning, and smiled with puzzlement and naivety. Molo took the chance to build more of a rapprochement with the Pilgrim, something he could perhaps use later on.
He remembered that according to Esphalon, the nights when Pyx, the brightest star in the sky hung low in the sky, were held as having special significance to his people for some reason he had not stayed long enough to decipher and understand. He had noted down how they paid homage though, which was by turning to face Pyx, kneel down with folded arms and kiss the ground. Luck, it would seem was smiling to him: Pyx was flaring bright and low in the horizon. He turned to face the lone star and went through the motions as well as he remembered.
When he rose again, he saw that the Pilgrim was wearing a sad expression on his face, as if he had seen a sorrowful sight. It was an unexpected reaction that made Molo try to copy his sullen mood, as if such was the appropriate thing to do. He suddenly looked solemn and respectful, just like the Pilgrim. The Pilgrim simply told him a single word: 'apalgos'. He then bowed his head and made the sign of God, and resumed his walk as none of that had ever happened.
Molo had not known that word. He had never seen it in scripts or texts, and it seemed to have no other common root or sound like anything he could understand. It was as if the word was new, or his vocabulary was incomplete. It baffled him, and made a mental note to himself to perhaps ask the man to describe it later.
He had seen how the Pilgrim had reacted when he had in error used the word 'Gods' instead of 'God', and he had instantly known the Pilgrim was a dangerous fanatic. It would not serve him well to have to kill him if he ever found out he was not really a fellow believer. He used the word 'our' when referring to God, as well as 'brother' and 'believer' when referring to Molo, who had never thought that learning High Helican would ever come to be of such a use in his quest.
The Pilgrim on the other hand, felt he understood his brother better. Everything made much more sense to him, if the man was on a journey of sorrow. It was only natural if he was grieving that he'd be troubled in his sleep, though aloof sometimes, disenchanted and forgetful in his devotions.
In a way, the Pilgrim thought, the Pilgrimage was even harder on his brother who had lost a loved one. It was indeed a mixed sign for the Pilgrim: a grieving man on the Land of God that needed guidance and help to make it through alive and be free of his sorrow, alongside a Pilgrim that needed a focus lest he stray from the path of Truth, and fail his people and his God.
He had not heard of such a Pilgrimage before. He felt like the starlight shone upon him with the brightness of his God's light. He felt inundated with honor and love, but he was wary of such sudden rushes of strong feelings, and breathed slowly, carefully rearranging his thoughts and feelings to protect him from the sins of pride and arrogance.
It was in God's hand alone the manner in which his Pilgrimage would take place, and that was all that he needed to know. It did not mean he was special. It meant that he carried a special burden, and had a special purpose in life. Himself, he was but a man of God, as was his brother. They both had their reasons to walk this path. He felt reassured now, and he troubled his mind with such thoughts no more.
They walked in silence from then on, until their legs were sore and their throats dry. In the middle of the night, with nothing but the stars to shine upon their eyes reveling in their divine solitude, the Pilgrim stopped walking and gestured for Molo to do the same with a repetitive downward motion of his hand.
He did not like to use the words of God in His Holy Land in vain, or for mundane things such as simple communication. He found out the hand gestures and nods were enough, and his brother understood what he meant most of the time. Sometimes his brother spoke in this other tongue of his: a somewhat crude, harsh tongue, that seemed to resemble the Holy Tongue somewhat, but was far from it. Maybe it was a way to speak a form of his tongue without speaking the Holy Tongue vainly. Maybe their tribe was older and their customs still clung to the time before the Purge whereas they, the God's chosen children, had been instructed in different ways.
It was a miracle indeed to find another believer, another man of God, whose people had survived the Purge so far away. The wise men had always said that God works in mysterious ways, and lo and behold, a brother long lost is found wandering in God's Holy Land.
But it was real, as real as his purpose; as real as the True Path, as real as anything he had believed in since he was born. He was sitting down with his legs crossed while all those feelings of certain faith and the warm knowledge of God's plan working so delicately through him had left him with a smile on his face and tears welling in his eyes. He held those tears, feeling he would be misjudged by his brother and that would only serve further to his befuddlement, whereas he should be enlightening him by his actions alone.
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Hi this is Raphs again n this incident which happened with me just one week back is a shocking of my life incident bcoz it happened between me and my mumani means mami waise toh aap mujhe jaante ho mai raphsdelhi mai rehne wala hu meri mami jin ka naam ritu hai woh asal mai toh jaipur ki hai par ab delhi mai hi rehti hai mera mamu ka naam adil hai jo 1 hafte pehele hi dubai chale gaya driver ki naukri mai mere mamu ka ghar humare ghar se toda dur hai mumani ki umar shayad 28 ya 30 hai woh dekne...
He is right in front of the door of his hotel room. He leans his forehead on the door. Cannot decide if he wants to open the door or not. He is scared she won't be there, he is scared she will be there. He wants her like crazy, but he knows he's crossing all the lines he always swore he won't. He knows he already crossed them this afternoon when he run into her at work in an elevator after weeks of smoldering chats with her on IM. Though, he was able to stop the hot conversations on IM few...
They get up to finally go to his room. Finally to have each other. For a few second he walks right behind her. He cannot get enough of the view of her slender figure, but still curvy delicious ass clad in this little black dress. He can only think about squeezing himself to her from behind sliding his hands from her waist down to the curves of her ass and feminine thighs, touching his lips to the bare skin of her back. He wants her so much that it doesn't feel like he came so intensely just...
Hi friends this is harish. I am submitting my own story which happen one year ago. After my exams i got my summer vacation leaves. I dont what to do and how to spend time without meeting my gf for two months. In holidays i was spending all my time by watching porn movies and masturbating but not satisfied with that. One day i thought to do sex with any prostitute but i not did that because of i don't have that much dare to call prostitutes. Because fearing of hiv. I called my gf and said her i...
First TimeFor almost sixty years the Dark have been restricted to their system and we thought, their planet. Until they broke free and attacked the Sinclair empire and captured six systems. They had seven very large fleets, one to hold each system and one to protect theirs. Each captured system had at least ten thousand enemy soldiers land on the inhabited planets. I was in the Davidson Military academy when the alarms went off. The few warships in the system went out but it was more than a full fleet...
Hi guys this continuation of d story to enjoy full experience please read the previous parts Introduction Hi, guys and girls. My name is Shahid. I basically from Bangalore recently completed my graduation in health and wellness with specialized in massages which is a science and art. I have learned the art to relax any girl/women and to give her ultimate pleasure. Any girl/women who want to get satisfaction along with massage can contact me. I also have special massages for brides and...
Noon, Friday July 23rd 2004. Christina leaning back in a chair, her legs crossed at the ankles on top of her desk. She sat in her office going over files from the Lamure case. She was to testify on Monday about how Charliman Lamure was cheating on her husband Ronald. The evidence her firm had gathered seemed that it wouldn’t be a problem. She brushed a few strands of crimson hair out off her brow as she looked down at the files. Her boyfriend Bill was leaving for the weekend. She thought that...
Introduction Hi guys and girls. My name is Shahid.I basically from Bangalore recently completed my graduation in health and wellness with specialised in massages which is a science and art. I have learnt the art to relax any girl / women and to give her ultimate pleasure. I also even travel to major cities to give massages to my clients in cities like Pune,delhi,chennai,mumbai and all cities of Karnataka.(subject to conditions) I am a specialised masseur my job is to give the ultimate...
I am here to narrate my best experience of sex with the maidservant at my ancestral home. Before jumping to the story, I will give you a brief introduction about myself. I am Prashant, in the age group of mid-thirties with a height of 6 feet and well-built body structure. I am married for last 6 years and still having extreme sex urge within me.This incident happens with me three years back at my ancestral house which is located in a village near Mangalore. This house located in a remote area...
Hi readers, I am here to narrate my best experience of at my ancestral home. Before jumping to the story, I will give you a brief introduction about myself. I am Prashant, in the age group of mid-thirties with a height of 6 feet and well-built body structure. I am married for last 6 years and still having extreme sex urge within me. This incident happens with me three years back at my ancestral house which is located in a village near Mangalore. This house located in a remote area of the...
Hi iss reader Mastram is back with my unforgettable moment to share with u all,and thanks again for lovely feedback to my previous stories. To aap logo kaa jada time naa lete hue mai story pe aata hu,let me introduce to the lady her name is Chandni,figure 34 30 36 approx.Coming to the story. Ye baat tab ki hai jab mai Mumbai,Vasai shift hua mai apni studies ke liye mere ghr jo kafi time se band pada tha.Aur mai apne purane ghr aur aunties aur bhabhiyo ko bhi miss kar rha tha,but mai shift ho...
Hi I am Arun. I’m 23 years old and I’m here to share with you my real life sex experience with a 29 year old woman who is my elder brother’s school mate. She is Poonguzhali (a sweet tamil name). She is still unmarried and that frustrated her a bit. She used to be a bit annoyed because of that. She is cute, wheatish complexion, slim but a very big boobs which is the distinguishing factor in her slim and fit body. Often I felt the entire fat in her body is located in her boobs. She has a very...
It was New Year's Eve and the party in the apartment complex was underway. It was a wild party. People of all ages, male and female, had left their inhibitions at the door and were enjoying themselves. There were food, drinks, music, dance and of course beautiful girls. My wife was not present on that night as she was away with her ailing mother. I was more of an onlooker of the party, though I must admit that I had enjoyed it. The sight of young beautiful girls in their sexy revealing...
SeductionThis is a story of swinging and bi curious sex.... best from the start...... Unforgettable Holiday ch 5The sun was shining bright and hot as i walked along the beach , thoughts of our last evening fixed in my head , still unable to take in everything that had happened.My cock swollen in my shorts as i paddled my way along the shore down to the dunes .I could see naked people in the sea ahead of me , stopping to get my shorts off , noting that my cock had that...
Unforgettable Holiday Chapter 4I arrived at Bob and Liz's room at 9pm as agreed, Terry and Gina were already sat round the sofa with Liz sitting next to Gina , both wearing short summer dresses , showing their dark tans off to the full looking very hot, in the thin material.Liz pulled Gina up and took her out to the balcaney , whilst us guys were sat chatting on the main sofa , Liz and Gina sat opposite us in one armchair each... a mere few feet away , the heady scent of their perfumes...
Unforgettable Holiday Ch 3I woke with a massive hard on, lying there thinking about the night before.....I had to pinch myself to check it wasnt a dream i was in, everything has really happened, all through meeting this sexy couple on a beach....albeit a Naturist beach , and yes we were all naked.......it was so sexy being around them , quiet unassuming mature couple, super chilled and enjoying playing their sexy games. Liz is an up together lady, she loves...
Unforgettable Holiday Part 1 Id given up on a summer here this year. Id decided to book a late bit of sun to get naked on the beach again once more this year. I booked a week at the famous Maspalomas beach, id heard and see the fun that happens there. Id feel good going into our winter with a nice tan/feel good factor, so i booked a last min deal for the last week in october . Fingers crossed it...
Hi, I am Joginder from Chandigarh. I am back with another sex story. I am 26 years old. Physically well-built and having fair skin tone. I am a Punjabi guy and my height is 5 ft 10 in. My boner is 6.5 inches long and its girth is 5 inch. I have good stamina and can satisfy any woman regardless of age. This story is a sequel to my previous story. You can read my previous story, which was titled as “Unforgettable Valentine’s Day with Friend’s Hot Girlfriend” which was really liked by the readers....
Hi Indian sex stories dot net readers, Abhi here, 25 years old tall and medium built, feedbacks are welcome, I am currently working Bangalore if anyone interested can contact me in and around Bangalore. Story happend two yrs when I was in final year engineering, I have been very shy guy, never dare to speak with any girl in collage. Suddenly one a girl appeared in my home she is tall and look wise ok but she has good shape, later I came to she is our distinct relative came here for project...
Introduction Hi guys and girls. My name is Shahid.I basically from Bangalore recently completed my graduation in health and wellness with specialised in massages which is a science and art. I have learnt the art to relax any girl / women and to give her ultimate pleasure. I also even travel to major cities to give massages to my clients in cities like Pune,delhi,chennai,mumbai and all cities of Karnataka.(subject to conditions) I am an specialised masseur my job is to give the ultimate...
I am the third son of my parents after still birth of two other male child.It was predicted that third will be a girl but destiny had its way and finally born as a son.Because of death of earlier children my parents were very much afraid.An astrologer advised to keep this child as a girl for at least seven years and get married to lord shiva .My parents obeyed what they were told and offered me to Lord Shiva as his wife.Also I used to were cloths as a girl child.I looked very very beautiful...
Gay MaleHi Friends, I am one of the reader like you for this ISS and in fact, a great fan to ISS. Thank you ISS for giving us a platform to share our real time experiences. Myself Night Rider (Night Rider for Unsatisfied Ladies) and I belong to Hyderabad, any unsatisfied ladies from Hyderabad can contact me at and I am available full time for you babes. I am a simple guy who generally devote his normal and routine life to Office on Weekdays and Room/Sleeping/Movies/Shopping on Weekends. I never...
Hello Friends this is the first time I am writing a story which was really unbelievable for me and an unforgettable one. This occurred about 4 years ago but still I feel that it all happened yesterday. Let me introduce myself and then let us go to the story. About myself, I am a 30 year old female, slightly stout, I put on weight after I gave birth to my child but when the story happened I was still unmarried. I have very good breast size 40 and wheatish complexion. I am writing this story as I...
Hello guys, I am Ashok from Hyderabad,5.11feet height,smart guy,with 7inch long dick.Am a big fan of ISS.It is my story here.So please forgive me and my story. It happened between me and my girlfriend few months back during summer.My girlfriend is very attractive girl.She has a beautiful pair of boobs.Which are round and very soft.Her lips are red in colour.I like her lips very much.And her ass is sexiest of all..So we used to meet regularly and have some fun.We used to kiss,hug.. When ever I...
Hi guys, I am MGR here, I am very happy from your feedbacks about my previous encounter. So I came here with my new encounter. Friends this one little lengthy so please forgive me and if any mistake in my narration please don’t scold me. As I said in my last encounter “Memorable sex with beautiful sanjana”, deepa found us (I and sanjana) in the hugging position with naked body. At that time she didn’t speak any words and went silent to hall. After some time we both get dressed and went to hall,...
Hi Honey here. I’m here to continue with the story of the “Unforgettable Indulgence With A Cabbie – Part I” After I experienced his iron rod in the open ground on that moonlit night, I could never sleep without masturbating thinking about him. Even at work, I was feeling horny and trying to suppress my feelings I used to get headaches. A couple of days passed by and in 2-3 days my parents will be back home. After that, chances to fuck him would be less. And I dint have the guts to fuck once...
Hi guys..! Ashish here again. Thank you all for your responses and emails appreciating my story. Thank you so much. Your emails motivate me for writing my experiences. Do write and tell me about the story. And please do not ask me the information of the girls as it is confidential and private so i cannot give it to you. So do not waste your time. Enjoy the story (part IV) … It’s continued from where i left. You may find the previous parts’ link above. After the lunch, we all were ready for...
Hi all. I am Sameer from Delhi. I am 29 yrs old and my height is 5’11”. I am fair and everyone says good looking. Do not want to appreciate myself. I occasionally read stories here and as per my view most of them are only fantasy. I might be wrong. Today I thought about sharing my true incidence with you all. I am writing to make new friends. Hope you will enjoy it and will share your views and hopefully we will be become friends. I was working in Bangalore, when this incidence happened. I have...
I’m Sameer m27 and I enjoy reading lot of stories and each time I try to read a new one it reminds me of inserting my own story and couldn’t find time to do so however, I’m doing it now. This happened long back when I was studying 12th. I had a crush on a girl who was also in the same study circle but 2yrs younger than me, I never dared to reveal my feelings about her as I was scared and shy that if I tried to do something stupid it would end up in a big mess.Eventually I have secured admission...
They say first love is difficult to forget. I totally agree with it. I have not forgotten my first love. But even more difficult is to forget first sexual experience. I know it too because I still remember first time I got laid and I will remember it till my death. I had been lucky that my first time was with an experienced partner, that too with someone I knew. It was my Mami (my maternal aunt) who gave me that unforgettable experience. In my third year of engineering, for a mandatory one moth...
That unforgettable morning, my old car did not want to start up.So, as my hubby had left already, I had to get a crowded bus, where there was nowhere to sit. I cursed my car and Victor by leaving so early…I was not really dressed properly for a bus ride. I was wearing a very short velvet skirt and high heels, with only a tiny white cotton thong underneath. I liked to keep cool in summer time. In fact, I really liked going with no underwear, but some days that just was not advisable.Today was...