After our wedding ceremony, we joined my new in-laws in the reception hall. It turns out my wife’s family does weddings a little differently than other families, but that’s what made our wedding day so special.My bride and I made our way to the middle of the hall where her father awaited us beside a

Hansel, now a grown twenty-three-year-old man and nineteen-year-old Gretel, stood at the edge of the forest, their eyes wide with wonder. The trees, lush and green, seemed to stretch forever, their trunks rustling in the warm summer breeze. The air was sweet with the smell of wildflowers and pine needles, made perfect by the chirping

“Hey, I’m home”No answer”So, what’s the plan for dinner.”Again, no response.”Hey!””What? I already ate.” She replied with a dismissive tone, her eyes plastered to her phone.”Alright… so, what about me?”All I got in response was a half-hearted shoulder shrug, still busy typing away, her eyes laser-focused on the device in front of her.I didn’t bother

Seven or eight weeks after I first modelled for Jonty we had become ‘lovers’, nothing too serious; it couldn’t be with his job; more ‘friends with benefits’; I’d stop over at his place a couple of nights a weekend after work when we would fuck like rabbits, with nothing ‘off the table;’ even light bondage

— GREYHOUND BUS –The trees passing by brought back the familiar feeling of being on the cattle transport while we were in basic training. Last time I saw this I was falling asleep standing up, and now I’m watching them pass by comfortably. Well, as comfortable as you can be in faded and torn upholstery.

This story is for entertainment only, the places used in the story are actual places (you can find them on google earth) the characters though are fictional and if they bear any resemblance to persons living or dead it is just coincidental.This is the third part of my ‘Tina’ stories, if you wish please feel

A/N – In India, a relationship with a first cousin is also considered incestuous. As a result, this work falls into the incest/taboo category.This is a ero-romantic work of fiction. Enjoy!__________________________________During one scorching summer, my family visited hers. And since then, every summer breeze has become the harbinger of her memories.Her father (my maternal uncle)