Feet of Desire

“Ow Vijay!! My foot really hurts. Those stupid heavy tiles fell on my foot.”, she said.
My mouth was left open. She knew my name!? I was excited.

She removed her belly shoe and clutched her foot. I was excited to see her foot up close out of the shoe. Her toenails were painted in nice bright colors like that of the rainbow. A different color on each toe. The tile had fell on her foot but fortunately had landed on her metallic toe ring. It seemed to have taken the brunt of the fall and had actually protected the foot from injury. However, it had gotten deformed and was squeezing the toe now.

Shipra tried to pry the toe ring with her fingers. She then tried to slide it off by trying to put her nails under it. But it was clutching the toe tightly and did not move a bit.

“Do you have nails?”, she said. “Maybe you can try to pry this off by using them.”

“Well, let me take a look”, I said.

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Indian Girl and the Landlord 2: Deeper into the web

*FLASH* a closeup of clean-shaven pussy!
Darkness
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*FLASH* dark fingers riding up a bare thigh.
Darkness
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*FLASH* sweet moaning sounds.
*FLASH* pouty lips with red lipstick parted.
Darkness
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*FLASH* The sweet smell of roses and sandalwood
*FLASH* Tight dress over full supple breasts heaving up and down
*FLASH* fair legs and bare feet rubbing over a dark back
*FLASH* sweet sighs of a woman aroused
*FLASH* A tongue fervently flicking in a wet pussy lapping up the juices
EJACULATION!

Murali Krishna woke up from his wet dream. The dream had tingled all his senses – smell, vision, touch, hearing, and taste arousing him into a state of utmost ecstasy. He had never imagined that he would be reduced to ejaculating in his lungi in his sleep like a sex starved schoolboy at the stroke of puberty. Even during his school days, he had never experienced nightfall. Yet here he was decades later living that phase! Over and over in the past week he had been getting visions like these in his dreams and either they gave him a really stiff woody to take care of in the mornings or a soiled garment and bedsheet to take care of at night! This was crazy and it just needed to be taken care of.

Indian girl and the landlord [FM]

This story is divided into three sections to maintain the flow of ideas:
Chapter 1: House Hunting
Chapter 2: Life in the new house
Chapter 3: Radhika’s web

Enjoy!

**Chapter 1: House Hunting**

Radhika was new in town. She had landed a great job in Geographic Information Systems industry. The pay was good to start off her career with and that is what brought her down to a small town in the southern part of India all the way from her home in Delhi. Being a single girl and without any family in this new town, finding a home was really tough. With the duration on company provided accommodations nearing an end, she had to find a home for herself real soon. She contacted many real estate brokers but all most of them would simply not pick up her case as they knew that it was nearly impossible to find a house for her due to the conservative nature of the town. Who would be interested in renting out an apartment to a pretty, single girl? Not only will it attract a lot of untoward attention of many rowdy characters of the area but also it meant a lot of responsibility for the person whose house she would be living in. Even if a few landlords would seem to be agreeing, their wives would barge in suddenly remembering that a close nephew would be joining them soon and so the house would need to be vacated soon anyway.