Cricket Anyone? India's 2nd Innings

014 Wait! I did what!? Where!? Pt.2 "So, you don't want me to cover up, but you're obviously not comfortable?" I asked trying to seem surprised. "Well no you're amazingly hot..." he only got that much said and I zoned out because of the lightning storm that was going on in my vagina. I felt a twitch almost like I was being worked up toward an orgasm. This was really unusual, there had to be something wrong with me, I remember thinking. I mean I was drowning in attention, at least that's how it felt, and I loved it. Was this because at 32 years old I had never gotten much if any attention? Was I trying to overdose on attention like a drug? I snapped back to the beach and the 3 college guys there 1 sitting and 2 standing with obvious erections trying to win the fight with their speedos. I quickly decided to worry about the soul searching, why, questions later. Fuck it live for the day right? Trying to figure out a way to recover from my lapse of atte

Don Queen graduated from high school in June of 1965. He turned eighteen on August 10, and enlisted in the Marines the next day. His recruit officer told him to get his affairs together and be ready to go to Boot Camp in October. He needed to get his driver's licenses, social security card, and a copy of his high school diploma. The recruiter told him to make a list of people he would like to write letters too. He choose his mom and his home girl, Dee Armstrong. She lived next door. He had known her since he was thirteen. Now, she is 22 years, dark-skinned with an Afro and Indigo eyes. She is petite, full-figured, and is blessed with a heart-shaped super sized ass. Don is a secret admirer. Don walked home from East lake Park, one sunny afternoon, and he saw Dee sitting in a lounge chair on the patio in front of their apartment. Now might a good time to ask her if he could write to her, he thought. "Hi Don." "I haven't seen you in a while, what's up?"

"If it is the dirty element that gives pleasure to the act of lust, then the dirtier it is, the more pleasurable it is bound to be." -Donatien Alphonse François, Marquis de Sade "You follow the Scream from beyond, leaving traces of sin behind. Do not be afraid, for the Absolute knows neither good not evil. In the shadow of the Lustful God, we will free ourselves from concepts for eternity." -The Book of Lasih ~o0o~ No. Nononononono this was not happening. I could not have a tattoo above my private parts. I could not have lost my virginity to a woman, and before marriage. My mom was going to kill me. My dad was going to kill me. My preacher was going to make me say so many prayers for forgiveness, and then kill me. My cross was going to leave blisters on my fingers to complement the blisters my knees would develop from kneeling to pray. I didn't even know where I put my Bible to even read prayers from, for God's sake! Oh, God, I really was going to go to H

This is my second story about Madiha in Australia, and it's my entry in the 2021 April Fools Day Contest. I went with a surprise... It's been a collaboration with Sweetdreamssss who brought Madiha and Neha to life. I recommend you read her "Landlord" series for the background of these wonderful Indian women. ===== Madiha was looking through the latest implementation statistics in her desk space and grunted happily. Six weeks had flown by and everything was going to plan. She was pleased that her original work plan was on schedule, but also a bit disappointed as it meant that she would have to go back to India soon. It was strange, but she was starting to think of Australia as home. Russell, her Australian boyfriend had a lot to do with that. Since their little vacation together at his Grandparent's beach house, they had spent nearly every possible moment together. A lot of the time they were coupled, ravenously exploring each other's body but that really was