Indian Sex

I brought my right hand in front to her waist and gently stroked it, my left hand busy removing strands of hair from her neck.

This is one of those rare times, when extreme drudgery at the tax office is rewarded in ways that one cannot imagine in their wildest

“Oh, don’t go there!” my friend, Bhupen told me. “It is a terrible place.””How do you know?” I asked.”My father served there for five years,”