Claiming Tumli The air was thick with desire, the kind that made skin prickle and breaths come in ragged gasps. Beena, my little Tumli, knelt before me, her full breasts heaving, her dusky nipples stiff with need. Her dark eyes burned with a mix of love and lust—only for me. Always for me. Her husband Amarendra sat in the corner, his cock straining painfully against his trousers, his jaw clenched. Sweat beaded on his fore...

The café in Tumli’s office building was quiet, the hum of espresso machines and murmured conversations filling the air. I sat at a corner table, my fingers gripping the ceramic cup a little too tightly. Five years. Five fucking years since I’d last seen her—since she chose him. And now here she was. Her heels clicked against the floor, slow and deliberate, each step making my pulse spike. That navy-blue dress clung to her...

The air at Manshalu Lodge was thick with the scent of old wood and monsoon dampness, the same way it had been years ago when Tumli and I'd first fucked within these very walls. Now, she stood before me in a cream-colored saree, the delicate fabric clinging to every curve of her voluptuous body. The blouse beneath was cut dangerously low, her full, heavy breasts threatening to spill over the top, the deep cleavage glisteni...

Harry spent most of the next month sleeping at Wendy’s house. They fucked every night and often in the mornings as well, with Wendy’s roommates getting used to hearing her cries of delight and the sounds of their activities. On one or two occasions, when Wendy wasn’t around, Harry fucked Jean, the roommate he’d had before, although he didn’t enjoy it as much as he did with Wendy. It was more of a power and control thing w...

James woke up early on Friday morning, thinking about this weekend when he was going to be staying at Mandy and Tim's house. He was going to mark his territory, fucking Mandy in every room, making sure her husband watched them. His presence in the house would be permanently embedded in Tim's memory. He spent his usual day at Uni, returning home to shower and get ready for Tim to pick him up. He packed a small overnight ba...

Harry Stevens groaned as he opened his eyes and reached out to turn off the alarm clock next to his bed. Last night had been a very alcoholic one. One of his friends, Pete Harris, had announced his engagement to his girlfriend, Amy Parker, and they had celebrated in the pub. Harry couldn’t understand how a girl as attractive as Amy could fall for a nerd like Pete. He was undoubtedly very intelligent, but socially inept a...

In the days following his visit to James, Dan thought a lot about what had happened and how he had reacted. James was right - the humiliation of watching his girlfriend being fucked was strangely exciting, and just thinking about it made him hard. He didn’t know how to talk to Sandy about his true feelings so had avoided her, but mid-week she telephoned him at his parents’ house. “Hi there, Dan. How are you keeping? I hav...

The next month proved to be quite taxing for James. Having had such a good time with Sandy, he soon returned and it quickly developed into a torrid affair. Neither of them had any illusions that this was anything other than an affair, and probably a short-lived one. They both were aware that the other was seeing others and didn’t care. They just enjoyed fucking each other. James, of course, was still involved with Jill, s...

The alarm woke James at 8.00. It took him a moment or two to surface, then he started to remember the events of yesterday, and his decision to call his ‘uncle’. Although he’d showered when he got home in the early morning, he still felt as though he were covered in sweat. He got into the shower again and turned up the heat, then let the water rain down on him for several minutes while he re-lived his previous night’s fuck...