Hi. My name is Radha. I am a twenty year old Indian girl with brown skin, dark eyes, and black hair. I am a freshman in a Bangalore all girls college. I grew up in Hebbal, which is Northern most part of Bangalore. We have a large lake, which is very creatively called Hebbal Lake. Many people come for bird watching. One of my strongest childhood memories happ...
My name is Charles Murphy. My friends call me 'Chuck', unless they want to piss me off, then they call me 'Chucky'. That does piss me off but I never show it. I am very good at concealing my true emotions. It was almost noon, on a bright sunny North Central Florida day, when I saw the old Rolls Royce limo approach the entry gate. It sat at the gate for abou...
Bethany lay on my left, Naomi on my right; both were dozing, nude, but I lay mostly awake. It wasn't any one thing that kept me up - I just didn't really sleep well at all in those years; even after the awkward and intense threesome we'd just had while crammed in this tight little spot. My thoughts went to my children not there with me - both those still in...
As told by Horace Mandrake "I took near four months to pluck up the courage to ask Ellie - May out and finally when I asked her she turned me down flat, she was eighteen and sort of beautiful, so it wasn't no big deal, hell near every other half beautiful girl had done the same, I never even asked the real beautiful ones like Emma Hart, Jeana Ransome or eve...
All the characters are at least 18 years old. This is my first story so any feedback would be great good or bad. I plan on making this a series with this being the first chapter. I also plan on each chapter being a little longer to. I hope you all enjoy. * Let me start off by telling you a little bit about myself. My name is Jeremy and I'm a senior at Jame...
Please note that the described Native American ceremonial and social scenes are not intended to be a reflection of contemporary Cherokee cultural practices. The dream-world is an entirely fictitious construct, and while it may resemble some aspects of pre-historical society, it is not intended to be definitive. "Maybe you should whip up a light lunch, D...
This is a story of some young construction workers who taught me some important rules of playing pool. Well, a year or so ago, I was visiting a friend who lived in a small country town, just outside of Sydney. Now those small towns can get pretty rough on a Friday night and it so happens that this is the setting of my story. The Pub was called THE HOLE and...
The cold North wind blew down the leaf strewn street causing Leah to shiver. The black mini and fishnets she wore were almost like nothing against the late November weather. A light rain had begun an hour before. She pulled her coat closer around her throat against the water that run from her hair and down her neck. Jimbo would be mad if he saw her. The coat...
"Natty, honey, can you come here please?" Mr. Jordan called his girl from the study. She hopped up off her bed and scurried downstairs, straightening her skirt as she went. She racked her brain for any misdemeanors she might have perpetrated lately, but nothing came to mind. She peeked around the door of Mr. Jordan's study. He was working busily on his compu...
This is fact, not fiction It was cold-ish, around 8c on the thermometer by the clubhouse and there was wind and occasional bursts of rain, so although it wasn't deserted it wasn't exactly over-run either. It was also a par-3, so skill really wouldn't be the deciding factor. Instead, what would be critical was the first hole. (That latter bit is hindsight) A...