I gazed outside the window as the rain slammed the window ledge. The water trickled down the glass like tear drops. I placed my palm on the window feeling the coldness spread through my body. Today was going to be utterly horrible. My name is Nevaeh Longley or Nevvy for short. I have long black hair down to my breasts and brown eyes. I recently turned 18 and...
She sat in her chair and thought about all those years that had passed by. She was 42 years old and it seemed like yesterday when she left her home after her marriage. She belonged to a Pashtun family. Her family had inherited quite a fortune and some land, enough for them to lead a comfortable life. She was a thoughtful child who liked to keep things to her...
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This is a two-part short story about a married woman is taught the meaning of love by an exotic Indian woman. There is a rumour where I live about the garage door signal I write about in here. I don't know if it's true. My imagination imagines all sorts of things. Which led to this story. Enjoy. ***** I MARRIED OUT of college. I love my husband, but some...
I had recently moved to Denver with my husband after he got a job as a systems manager at the new Denver airport. Matt and I had been married for just over three years and, frankly, I must say that our marriage had lost much of the luster it had at its start. Matt always was, and still is, a very decent guy and he's a good provider. Though I do my share by t...
That night Sangitta masturbated herself to sleep. She must have masturbated four more times before she was finally sated and she fell asleep. In the morning she woke up and wiped the sleep from her eyes. She pushed herself up in bed and looked at herself in the mirror on the wardrobe that faced her bed. She examined herself closely but all she could see was...
It would have been easy and tempting to have blamed Steff, and so there were moments when I did; but that would have been to have ignored the ease with which I had given into temptation; so more often I blamed me. Circumstance, of course, played a role. Teaching at a Women's College had many advantages for me. Having been educated in all girls' public schoo...
My good friend, Rod suggested that I should sit down and write my life stories. He says that they are very erotic and that others would enjoy reading them. I love to read other peoples erotic stories so I readily agreed to write them. First a little about myself and my early life. My name is Jane and I was born in a little country town in Queensland, Aust...
Disclaimer: All characters depicted in this story are over 18 years of age. "Julie Marsh, I asked you a question young lady," Miss Bannister yelled at me from the front of the classroom. "Since you can't seem to keep up with the rest of the class, I will see you after class dismissal!" I looked back at the middle-aged woman with the stern voice and blushed...
-1- "Samantha, I can see Miss Collins driving down the road, you'd better get on down here." Sami gritted her teeth at being called Samantha; why can't her mother get it through her head? "Okay, momma, I'll be down in just a sec, okay?" Miss Collins, Sami's high school art teacher, was giving Sami a lift to a new life; the life of a college freshman at...