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 I am one of the fortunest person in the world because am born with a silver spoon kind of spoon .My family owns a buisness called "lemon tree" a famous garment industry across the globe .Since iam just 23 years old i like to travel all over the world i used to go in my private jet. One fine day due to technical error on an urgent company meeting to  LA i supposed to go in passenger flight. I took buisness class ticket and walking through the steps of flight there many air hostess welcomed me one girl  i dont know her name she wore a dress evry other girl is normal but this girl a bit dusky but she has something extra with her  she smiled and wlecomed me made me to sit in my seat.I could see the shape of her tummy yes its hot. I .am a navel lover my name is rohan. Then the flight is departed .She came near me asked if something i needed i asked her name she said jenny and she is from chennai .I got relief i said naanum tamil nadu daan. Then she gave me a dri

Sudha a 28 yr old young lady married to Ramesh (32yr) a software engineer, Mihir (32yr) Ramesh's childhood friend and colleague, Veena is his wife, a school teacher...... [Ramesh works in Bangalore office hence lives there,Mihir lives in Jamshedpur as he is in Jamshedpur office......Ramesh is in a visit to Jamshedpur office,he decided to take Sudha with him......and they decided to stay in Mihir's house during his visit.]  [Sudha and Ramesh reached Mihir and Veena's place] Veena-Welcome welcome... Ramesh  & Sudha- Thanks Veena Bhabi Veena calls out Mihir... see who has come... Mihir comes ,hugs Ramesh and shakes hand with Sudha....and shows their room. It was dinner time that very night.All of four was having there dinner... Veena- Oh! I forgot to bring your soup Sudha, let me bring it. Sudha- Veena, you sit, I am going...... Sudha went to the kitchen and pouring the soup in a bowl... .......Their kitchen and dining place are adjacent and where Mihir was sitting he can

 In pune I used go and leave asif at school and in evening would go back to bring him one such day I left him at school and decided to board bus to reach home soon after I got into bus. Every men started staring at my belly and big deep navel my pallu was tucked in side ways and I got many stares on my belly and navel bus was to crowded so I couldn't get a place to sit so I stood and holded upper bar of bus for support. My position was some like this I was finding difficult to balance myself with one hand holding upper bar so I used my both hands and managed to stand after sometime I saw a group of dwarfs they were dressed as clowns maybe they were going to their work then after few minutes bus stopped on a stop and more people filled in it was jam packed now I was standing lost in my thoughts I felt some hand on my saree I quickly bent my head down. I saw a hand a small hand pulling my saree down and if I moved others would get angry because there was very little space I was helpl

Hello everyone! I am the 21-year-old guy from Hyderabad my name is Charan. This incident happened almost a year ago and I want to share with you all.  This is a real incident that happened in my life. Read along to know. The lady of this story is Keerthana (name changed). She is a friend of mine who stays near my house. Her age is 19, she is 5’2 stats are 32b, 28, 36 not very big but can make men very horny. We are just casual friends, we barely text. One day, she uploaded a picture in WhatsApp. I complimented and there started our journey. I said I am bored and as she is very talkative, she kept on talking. I instantly fell in love with the way she spoke. Next day, she called me up and we had an hour-long conversation. Days passed, one night, she called me and we were talking. To the opposite of her building, there is a Nigerian family, she was watching them while talking to me. Suddenly, one guy among them started kissing his girlfriend wild. Keerthana saw the whole thing and started

Let me introduce first...I am  PRIYA ...female 36...ignorant of sex before marriage, which has happened about 12 years ago..blessed with a son of 8 years old now. Hubby is 6 years older than me, and in my sense (due to family upbringing) sex is a very private affair between husband and wife. In bed from the very beginning my hubby is a kind of fast releaser, have never stayed physically connected with me more than 5-7 minutes. I have taken this as the regular practice of conjugal relationships and happy with that somehow. About a year ago I have turned my attention to Internet world and got for a computer with Internet connection and could explore the world a little more than my usual family life. When alone during the day (hubby gets to work, son to school), I spend almost the whole time in the net and about 3-4 months back hooked regularly to oneindia chat website, chatting with males/females alike to understand what going on. Males usually wants to chat with a females and straightaw

 Hey there Hey there, first I'd like to recommend reading at least the first portion of my first story titled "An introduction and a story" to get an idea about us and what we're into. Enjoy! If you've read my first attempt at writing a story about our true adventures, you would have concluded that I have an extreme fetish or kink for exposing my wife. Strangers are pretty damn exiting but even more so if it's a personal friend. That just adds a new level of dangerous sexiness. The idea that a close friend who knows us for years is seeing my wife naked is just an intoxicating feeling. It's great for Jessica as well, she really gets off friends lusting for her body. Plus it's just wrong!! This is a story about my long time friend Dom. Dom and I have known each other most of our lives. In passing when we were young, and very close since about 19 or 20. We've hung out with each other's wives and families ever since and even worked at the same job

 Hi, guys, I am Avir and this sex story was sent to me by one of my readers and I was ordered to publish it and I’m sure that it will be in a series of tales. Hi I’m Candy ( name changed) and I’m 25yrs old, I am not a very good looking girl but I guess I look decent enough to attract most of the guys around me. The main credit of my attractiveness goes to my assets.My 36D sized boobs are a treat for the guys staring me while I walk the streets and after I had walked passed them they get another treat of my big juicy fat ass moving up and down in my tight jeans. I regularly get groped in public places where my boobs are fiddled with and I even get spanked on my ass at times.When it comes to dressing.Well, mostly it’s jeans and t-shirts or shirt.But I also wear ethnic dresses as well. Short Kurtis and tight leggings at times.So it happened after my school farewell party.Oh sorry not school, it’s College farewell. So we girls have decided to try the traditional look but in a sexy way.So,

 Where do I start? It seems as though any way I tell it, I look like the baddie. I really don't like being the baddie. As far as I'm concerned, everything I have done, every decision I made, was for my husband's benefit. Perhaps I should start by giving you a little background information. This all took place some time ago. I was thirty-five at the time. I was, and still am, married to the local vicar, he is almost ten years my elder. I married him two days after my twenty-first birthday. Coming from a strict Christian background, my family was more than a little pleased that he chose me to be his wife. It wasn't love at first sight, but over the years I have grown to love him. He is a most kind and loving man. I was never that good at school, academically that is. I was always a good pupil when it came to behaving myself. I never did get into any trouble; I just wasn't very good at learning. My job prospects were pretty poor, so when a vicar asked my family for my

 A little preface information; this is an excerpt from my autobiography; it takes places after I find my girlfriend of over 10 years cheating. I turned to drugs, drinking and partying to try and heal my wounds, but nothing worked; the following is my second significant experience post divorce, and how it changed me. ***Please note that I name my cars; two are mentioned - Miley is a Nissan Pulsar GTiR, and Tricia is an Acura Integra Type R. * "Desperate women throw themselves at men; the weak accept the offer..." I went to a party down in Ogden that was a good mix of people I knew from school (or working down at A&W) and I was feeling quite nostalgic as I scanned the room because I remembered funny stories about many of the attendees, and seen plenty familiar faces. This was one of the rare parties where me and my friends were the "older crowd," as we were usually hanging out with the older guys (friends older brothers etc). This group was different because it ha