This is an inspiration from watching a live performance of The Old Gods of Appalachia recently, trying to capture the haunting spirit of the tales - but with an erotic twist. Throw in a little bit of Douglas Adams, but with the usual hackish writing style of myself and you have what I hope to turn into an epic story
A couple of college aged guys deploy a drone to spy on local college girls, hoping to see some nude sunbathing, showering, and more sexual activity. When they accidentally recording video of a rapist and his victim, they have a moral dilemma: report what happened and face charges themselves for "peeping" or forget what they saw. More attacks take place, reluctantly forcing them into action.
This is story set in 1990s India. It follows a petty thief named Ravi. He lives in a slum and works in a medical shop. His fortune turns when he and his friend, steal a treasure. The story is written in English, but the dialogues are Hinglish, (Hindi written in English script) All characters and some locations are fictional. Some are not logical.
Until now, I had no any intention of writing about my mother's passing. The last thing I wanted was to turn her death into some sort of erotic tale and so I've pretty much kept quiet about it until now. Then Valentine's Day arrived and I realized just how much I miss her. This entry is meant as a tribute to most wonderful important woman in the world - my mom.
Siddu was an A1 pervert. However, never in his wildest dream did he expect him to be a product of his mother. When he caught his mother masturbating to hot pop songs, it was the opening he needed to slip into her panties. What follows is a slow patient effort by Siddu to turn his mother from an innocent naive housewife to a slave of porn and all things sex.
I've never even been in a recreational vehicle (RV) before so imagine being crammed inside one with my adulterous school administrator and his family so they could save money on a hotel. Thank goodness I had time run around the park on my own one day - stopping now and then for some fun.
I've always wanted to be a teacher more than anything. Just when it seemed all was perfect, all my hopes and dreams were crushed. Then an unexpected opportunity arose which promised to revive those dreams. OK, so I comprised my principles just a little, but it got me back into teaching so I lived with it. Besides the moral and ethical issues, there's another problem when you start straying from your beliefs - once you rationalize it the next time gets easier.
In a city drowning in filth and sin, Laura moves through the chaos with a body built for sin but a heart burning for justice. Every night, she sheds her innocence, slipping into a skin-tight suit that barely contains her luscious curves, her heavy breasts straining against the fabric, her hips swaying with dangerous allure. She prowls the streets, her every step a tantalizing promise, her enemies trembling between fear and lust.
After 20 plus years of marriage Alan is frustrated with a wife who has lost interest in sex and refuses to accommodate his erotic desires. One day in a big traffic jam he performs a generous act of kindness for a strange and beautiful woman and reaps rewards far beyond his wildest dreams.