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Some of my stories are loosely based on real-life incidents, but details are fictionalized. My stories involve unsafe sexual acts. I do not condone unprotected sex and recommend readers to always practice safe sex. The risk is not worth it. These are fantasies and meant for entertainment only. My stories are my hobby \u2014 an expression of my erotic side. I mean no disrespect to women featured in my stories. If you know the woman in the story, please\u00a0write to me<\/a>\u00a0and the pictures will be taken down \u2014 no questions asked. <\/em>
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The group counseling coordinator walked up to the podium, tapped on the microphone and said “Hello, hello, 1, 2, 3,” to make sure it was working. The speakers shrieked with some feedback, so he walked up to the sound equipment and made some adjustments. Returning to the podium, he repeated the routine. When he was satisfied with the result, he looked up at the group sitting in a semi-circle before him and smiled.<\/p>\n\n\n

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“Hello everyone.” he said, and the group responded with garbled hellos, good evenings, and other greetings. “Today, we are joined by Sania, who wants to share her experiences with you all,” he continued. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

This was a group of troubled souls — a mix of men and women but mostly women — that came together once a week to share open their hearts out to perfect strangers in group counselling sessions.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sania had started showing signs of depression and emotional conflict months ago. On the insistence of Aftab, her husband, she had finally agreed to seek professional help. After a few individual sessions, Dr. Steven had recommended group therapy and today was Sania’s first group therapy session.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When she was introduced, Sania stood up silently from her chair towards the back of the room. As her tall, 5′ 9″ frame started walking to the front of the group, she could feel the eyes of the entire group on her. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her heart was pounding in her chest, her hands were sweaty and shook with nervousness and her legs felt like rubber. Taking a deep breath, she resisted the urge to run and made her way to the front of the group. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She turned around to face the group once she reached the podium. She took another deep breath, closed her eyes and clenched her fists as she started speaking.<\/p>\n\n\n

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“Never make decisions driven by irrational emotions.” She said and paused. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Opening her eyes, she looked at every member of the group listening to her every word. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She took another deep breath and continued, “That’s a lesson I learned the hard way over the past ten years. The decisions that have landed me where I am today were driven by strong emotions like disgust, revulsion, resentment and anger. Emotional decisions are seldom rational. As I tell you my story, you may judge me, and that is fine. I just need to get things off my chest and, since I don’t have the courage to talk about it with anyone in my family, I am sharing with them with you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I am Sania Khan,” she continued after another deep breath, “a dancer who doesn’t dance anymore. I am 28 years of age, a school teacher, married to Aftab Khan, my loving, trusting and unsuspecting husband, and a mother of two.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Unconsciously, her hand went to her belly and she corrected herself, “and soon to be mother of three. Seeing me bloated like this, you probably wouldn’t believe my age, but trust me, I am 28.” She smiled nervously seeing the smiles from many in the group that was listening to her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I am an only child, born in a supposedly liberal Islamic family. My parents always advocated that all humans are one, regardless of the name they address their God by. I was raised on values of love, equality and inclusiveness. That does not mean I am not religious. I pray to Allah five times a day and consider myself a true, devout Muslim. Yes, I am aware there are misinformed perceptions about Islam and these are a result of the hate being spread by a misinformed, misdirected and brainwashed few. The Islam I grew up following is inclusive, progressive and enlightened. But often, what you hear and believe as a child is completely different from reality.<\/p>\n\n\n

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“My first introduction to human two-facedness came at the age of 18, when my nikaah… marriage… was decided by the family without even consulting me. I hadn’t even met Aftab till my wedding day. All the talk of inclusiveness and equality seemed to have gone out the window when my own parents neither included me, nor treated me as an equal in the biggest decision of my life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I went into my marriage with anger, frustration and resentment. To his credit, Aftab is a very considerate man and was empathetic to my situation all along. It was he that encouraged me to continue my education after we relocated to a different city for his job and then encouraged me to start working as a teacher instead of staying home. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“But the heart is often unreasonable and over the weeks and months after the wedding, I unconsciously made him the target of my resentment and anger.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“While he himself was the kind of man I would have fallen in love with if the relationship was forced on me, the rest of his family were extremely narrow minded to the point of being religious fanatics and zealots. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Talk of Islamic superiority and derogatory comments about people from other religions were a part of everyday conversations for the first few months of our wedding till we relocated.<\/p>\n\n\n

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“That resentment and anger made me take decisions that I probably would not have taken under other circumstances. It led me down a path that has brought me here today.” <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Here, Sania paused, weighing whether she should come clean and share what was burdening her heart the most or whether she should stop here. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She closed her eyes, wiped the tear that was trickling down her cheek, took another deep breath and decided to continue.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I cheated on the most loving, caring, trusting and understanding of husbands that a woman can find. Not only did I cheat on him, but I also kept him and his family in the dark about the identity of the father of both my children and the child that’s currently growing in my womb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I have carried the weight of my deceit for the past ten years and it has left me a disturbed woman. My depression and guilt have kept me from being a good mother and even a good human being, and I know that I need help forgiving myself.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As tears rolled down her cheeks, Sania paused to relive the memories of the past ten years while composing herself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“All set?” Aftab’s father asked from the door to our bedroom.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Yes abbu,” he replied without taking his eyes off the packing that he was in the middle of, “just a few everyday items to pack and we will be set.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Have you thought about my suggestion of taking Shankar with you?” <\/p>\n\n\n

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Sania lifted her head from where she was packing another bag, to glance at her husband. This wasn’t the first time this suggestion had come up. The couple were on the same page on the subject. She looked back down as Aftab stopped packing and faced his father.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Abbu why do you keep insisting?” he asked his father, “It’s not fair to take Shankar chacha away from his family at this age.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Oh come on,” his father said dismissing the argument, “first of all, stop this chacha business. Shankar has been a servant of this family since he was a young boy. He rarely ever goes to his village anyway. It’s a wonder how he ever raised a family or fathered six children. His wife must have slept around since he is always here and never home. What difference does it make whether he is an overnight bus ride away from his village or a week away?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ignoring his father’s comment about Shankar’s wife and family, Aftab stuck to the main issue of relocation, “But Abbu, should we not at least ask him how he feels about going so far away?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Shut up!” his father said raising his voice in irritation, “masters don’t ask their servants about their opinions. They order and servants follow.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As the debate between father and son raged on, Sania silently continued packing her bag, her head down, but her fair complexion turning beet red with anger at the derogatory way a human being was being treated. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She knew better than to speak up, having learned a harsh lesson in the past when she was shut down rudely for voicing her views on matters.<\/p>\n\n\n

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She already knew what the decision would be. Aftab was fighting a losing battle here and even he knew it. It was a power trip and one more way for his father to suppress the hired help and stamp his authority.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

After close to half an hour of back and forth, the inevitable decision was made — Shankar chacha would be accompanying the newly wed couple to take care of all household work, getting groceries and to be a general handyman for their our needs in the new city.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Shankar chacha was summoned and informed of the decision. Sania’s heart broke at the look of utter hopeless sadness on his face when he was told he would be going so far away from his family. But decades of service had taught him not to protest. He merely nodded his bowed head and left to pack his meager belongings for the upcoming journey.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Shankar chacha was more than 60 years of age then — now he is over 70. Still, he was stronger than most men half his age, having lived a life of hard labor. Short in stature at just 5′ 3″ and dark complexioned from having burned in harsh sun all his life, he was all muscle and effortlessly carried all the bags to the taxi as they set out on the journey.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As she watched him quietly go about his work and hiding the pain his heart must be going through, Sania had one redeeming thought — at least he won’t be mistreated at our house the way he was mistreated here. That thought almost made the unfairness of it all bearable for her and she vowed to make sure that he was treated as one of the family.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“Aftab is not only a good hearted human being, he is also a very sensitive lover. After our relocation, it was just us three in the house, away from his parents, siblings, their wives and kids that we shared the family mansion with in the past. <\/p>\n\n\n

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“The privacy that the relocation brought to our lives meant Aftab showed his love openly. From intimate touches to sex almost every night, he spent hours trying to pleasure me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“If I hadn’t been forced into the wedding, I probably would have enjoyed the attention and the sensitive love making. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“However, I just lay there, seething in anger, when he enjoyed my body, faking orgasms to get it over and done with and taking his seed silently when he came in me.<\/p>\n\n\n

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“Aftab, tried his best to give me every pleasure a wife could want, and it wasn’t his fault that I felt used and abused whenever we had sex.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Shankar chacha must have sensed something was wrong with me because he devoted himself to making sure I was well taken care of. Since moving here, Aftab and I had treated him as an uncle and he had reciprocated by treating me like a daughter. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“But however much he and Aftab tried to make sure I was happy, it seemed to have the exact opposite effect.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“As days turned into weeks and weeks into months, my anger and resentment had brought me to the brink of rebellion. The dam burst three months after our relocation, when I cheated on my husband with the only other man in the house. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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It was a hot summer day. After Aftab left for work, I got busy cooking. Shankar chacha had got vegetables from the market earlier in the morning and while I cooked, he went outside to tend to the little garden we had planted since moving in. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

By the time the food was ready, the heat from the stove combined with the summer heat had me sweating and I decided to freshen up with a shower. <\/p>\n\n\n

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I stripped out of my sweaty clothes in our bedroom, took my hijab off and wrapped my naked body in a towel before heading to the bathroom.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When I opened the bathroom door, I gasped. Shankar chacha was sitting on the bathroom stool facing me, his legs spread wide, his dark, limp member dangling between his legs. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

He was covered in soap suds, a pail of water in his hand that he had filled with the hot water from the bucket next to him. Hot steam rose from his dark skin and his muscled body could put a 20-year old body builder to shame. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I watched transfixed as he poured the water over his head and followed the soap suds as they flowed down his naked body. My eyes couldn’t go past his dick and I watched as water and soap caressed it on its way down. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

He hadn’t heard me open the bathroom door. His eyes clamped shut to protect them from the soap, he dipped the pail in the bucket of water before pouring it over his head again. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I could hear my heart beat and felt wetness rush to my pussy. Naked lust and the biological needs of my body took over. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I shed my towel and stepped into the bathroom stark naked. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

He was still oblivious to my presence as I sat before him, my face inches away from the head of his cock, admiring his naked manhood.<\/p>\n\n\n

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As he poured another pail of water over his head, I reached out and caressed his shaft from base to tip with my fingers. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

He rubbed his eyes in surprise at my touch and bolted up when he saw me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“What are you doing beta?” he said shocked as I crawled on the bathroom floor towards him, my eyes locked on the prize I craved, hanging between his legs. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“No beta, no…” he said inching backwards as I crawled towards him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There was nowhere to go once he reached the back wall of the bathroom and I was soon between his legs, reaching out for his member.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Even as he protested, trying to push my hands off his shaft, his body reacted to my nakedness and his cock started stirring in my hand. He continued to protest as I started stroking him with one hand and cupped his balls with the other. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Please chacha,” I begged, my eyes pleading with him not to reject me as I inched closer, intending to take him in my mouth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Shankar chacha groaned as his erection grew and although he continued protesting and begging me to stop, his shaft rose to full erection in no time. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

He was at least as long as Aftab — maybe marginally longer — but the girth of his member was significantly wider than my husband’s. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Continuing to stroke him, I took his balls in my mouth and started sucking them one by one. <\/p>\n\n\n

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After a few minutes, I shifted my attention to his shaft and took the head of his cock in my mouth. I stroked him and caressed his balls while starting to suck on as much of his erection as I could take in my mouth without gagging.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As pure as his heart was and although he never saw me as anything more than a daughter up to this point, there is only so much a man’s resolve can take. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Presented with my naked 18 year old body and my hands and mouth doing a number on his manhood, Shankar chacha’s resistance and protests ended as they were replaced with grunts and moans of sexual pleasure.<\/p>\n\n\n

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After about five more minutes, Shankar chacha, stiffened, grunted loudly and shot his load in my mouth and all over my face. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

His load — thick and warm — flooded my mouth. Spurt after spurt kept erupting from his shaft. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I was sexually hungry and swallowed as much of his cum as I could. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was in that moment that I knew I wanted his shaft to explode in me, wanted to feel that warm load fill me up and fertilize my eggs. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Once he was spent, he spent the next half hour bathing me. <\/p>\n\n\n

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His rough hands explored every inch of my naked body as he rubbed and soaped me, kneading each of my breasts passionately in the guise of soaping them. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

His fingers stimulated my already hard nipples as he rubbed and pinched them, making me moan and groan with pleasure that I had either suppressed or not experienced during sex with Aftab.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His hand explored down my ass crack. He spread me ass cheeks wide and fingered my ass hole, probing inside it with a soapy finger. When I moaned he started drilling my ass with his finger.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Finally, he switched his attention to my hungry pussy. His fingers caressed me all around it before his thumb rubbed up and down my opening. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

He started rubbing my swollen clit with a thumb while two fingers entered me. Instantly I started moving my hips. I was moaning and groaning loudly as my clit was being pleasured by his thumb while his two fingers drilled my hole.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He finger fucked me till I screamed and came all over his fingers. I was amazed to see his shaft spring to life during my orgasm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

After my orgasm passed, he washed my naked body and toweled me dry. Picking me up effortlessly, he tossed me over his shoulders and carried me to my bedroom. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tossing me on the bed, he stood back for a few minutes, his eyes exploring every inch of my nakedness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You should not have done this beta,” he said, his raging erection pointed at me.<\/p>\n\n\n

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Spreading my legs wide, he attacked my pussy with his mouth. He ate me with the hunger of a man deprived of sex for years.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My hunger was no less and I was instantly thrusting my pelvis, feeding him my pussy. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

His hands played with my boobs and nipples while he devoured me. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

At times I felt his tongue sliding in and out of my hole. At other times, it was flicking my swollen clit. He sucked on it with his lips, even biting it gently with his teeth. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Every nerve ending in my body was on fire and I was in pure erotic heaven. <\/p>\n\n\n

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Within five minutes, I was wriggling with erotic pleasure but his mouth seemed to be glued to my pussy. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I exploded with my second orgasm, screaming with pleasure as I came in Shankar chacha’s mouth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He ate me right through my orgasm and when it passed, I expected him to stop, but he showed no signs of stopping. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Within minutes, my body was rocked my another orgasm and just as it was beginning to subside, a fourth orgasm rocked my body. <\/p>\n\n\n

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This time, I squirted like a tap, shooting my eruptions into Shankar chahca’s mouth, who drank as much of my nectar as he could.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I collapsed utterly spent and content once the orgasm passed. When he released my pussy finally and looked at me, there was manic lust in his eyes. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I will never know whether it was his own rage at being mistreated for years, sexual deprivation, lust for my body or a combination of all three that possessed him.<\/p>\n\n\n

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He was rock hard by now. Spreading my legs wide, he entered me. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I felt his manhood impale me and bury itself deep inside my pussy. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Throwing my head back, I surrendered my body to him, enjoying the sensation of his shaft filling me. While his cock may not have been longer than Aftab’s his sheet girth seemed to fill me completely and, for the first time, I felt content to have a man’s cock in me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The gentle Shankar chacha I knew was replaced by a wild bull in heat. <\/p>\n\n\n

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Once he had shoved his hardness all the way into me, he started plowing me hard and deep.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I was moaning with pleasure and that seemed to drive him to fuck me even harder. Before long, his shaft was drilling in and out of me like a piston.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I screamed and came, squirting all around his hardness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He fucked me for an incredible thirty minutes making me cum twice all around his shaft while he drilled me relentlessly. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

We were both grunting, moaning and screaming in sexual bliss. <\/p>\n\n\n

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Finally, he arched his back, thrust his hardness to the hilt inside me and screamed as load after load of his hot cum spat out of his cock deep inside my pussy and coursed through my body.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I felt a river of his hot sperm fill me. I imagined his seed fertilize my eggs even while I knew it seldom happened with just one fuck.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The realization made me me want even more of his seed inside me and was hoping he would continue to fuck me even after he was spent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When he rolled over and collapsed next to me, panting heavily, I felt disappointed. <\/p>\n\n\n

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Not willing to give up yet, I got between his legs and started sucking his limp cock. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

After half an hour of sucking, he was hard and ready to go again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Taking me doggy style this time, he drilled me for close to an hour more, giving me orgasm after earth-shattering orgasm, before creaming my pussy for a second time an hour later. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I let him rest for a bit before sucking his cock back to hardness. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I made him fuck me four hours — hard and deep, in every imaginable position. <\/p>\n\n\n

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The only time his shaft was out of my pussy was when I squirted during an orgasm and he pulled out to devour my juices.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Along the way, he deposited his sperm deep inside my pussy two more times.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Usually, an indiscretion like that results in guilt later in the day or the next day. Instead, the fire in me was well and truly stoked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That day, two different versions of Sania were born. One that endured loveless sex from her loving husband at night and the other that enjoyed multiple orgasms during the day with her 60-year-old man-servant.<\/p>\n\n\n

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On the second day of our affair, I surrendered my ass to Shankar chaha. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Aftab was too loving and caring to want me anally. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

To this day, Shankar chaha is the only man to have ever fucked my ass.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

From that day, he made sure to take my ass at least once. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

As much as he enjoyed taking me anally, what he enjoyed most was eating my squirting pussy and filling it up with his load.<\/p>\n\n\n

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As many times as he creamed my pussy every time he fucked me, it was a wonder that it took nearly a year before I got pregnant. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

While Aftab refrained from sex during my pregnancy, the sex with Shankar chacha became even more intense and orgasmic. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

One look at the complexion of my child and I knew whos seed had fertilized my eggs. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I expected everyone to know that the child wasn’t Aftab’s and was pleasantly surprised that nobody commented on the baby’s dark complexion even once.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

After living five more years of a dual life, I was blessed with my second pregnancy, by Shankar chacha. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Sania’s Confession…<\/h2>\n\n\n\n
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After what seemed like an eternity, Sania managed to stop the crying and composed herself. As she looked at her wrist watch, she realized less than a minute had passed while she had replayed the past ten years in her head. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She had no intentions of speaking out the gory details of her sex life, but talking about the past ten years had brought the memories back to life.<\/p>\n\n\n

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“I am sorry,” she said finally to the audience facing her. “My guilt is not just limited to my sexual indiscretions with a man who was old enough to be my grandfather. That man is today fighting for his life in a hospital because of me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I agreed to counselling after his heart attack, at Aftab’s insistence.” Sania paused. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath before making her final confession.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“He might be less understanding and loving if he knew that it was while fucking me, and trying to meet my demands of a harder and faster fuck that Shankar chacha had his heart attack. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“How I managed to get him dressed and out of our bed I have no idea. He had to undergo surgery and is still fighting for his life. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“If he dies, I don’t think I will ever be able to forgive myself.” <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sania quietly walked past the stunned group, her hand rested on her swelling belly as she hoped Shankar chacha lived to see the third child born out of their taboo relationship.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Some of my stories are loosely based on real-life incidents, but details are fictionalized. My stories involve unsafe sexual acts. I do not condone unprotected sex and recommend readers to always practice safe sex. The risk is not worth it. These are fantasies and meant for entertainment only. My stories are my hobby \u2014 an expression of my erotic side. I mean no disrespect to women featured in my stories. If you know the woman in the story, please\u00a0write to me<\/a>\u00a0and the pictures will be taken down \u2014 no questions asked. <\/em>
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