Aditi woke up to the aroma of freshly brewed coffee drifting in to the room. She sat up using the pillow as a backrest to find Dev standing before her with a tray in his hand. Groggily she reached for the coffee and took a sip. The coffee was perfect -- made just the way she liked it. 'Morning, Love!' she smiled. 'Why are you up so early on a Saturday? And...
I had lived with my first really serious girlfriend, Pamela, for around 18 months when the following events I'm going to relate occurred. I'd met Pam whilst working in a bar during a college year. We'd gotten on right from the start - she loved to party, and we clubbed many nights after work. Though outgoing, she was quite a private person when it came to s...
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My husband is a bit of a jack the lad, or so he likes to believe, ducking and diving, bobbing and weaving, he does come up with some good ideas that have made really good money, and some not so clever ones that have taken away the good, he has a regular job, but is always into or onto the next way to make us the proverbial millionaires. It never happens, an...
My mother was a slut and a whore. My earliest memory is of my mother and some guy fucking on our kitchen table. I was about six at the time. Mother saw me watching and did nothing to shoo me away. The guy saw me and said: "She sure is a cute little thing; how much to be her first?" My mother had laughed and said, "You never will have enough. She isn't for...
Disclaimer: This story does not contain explicit sex, so if that's what you're looking for, this may not be your cup of tea. Thanks goes to Stella_Omega and Rozezwild for their advice and editing. Somehow, he had anticipated that knock on the open door. She had gotten into the habit of showing up in his classroom after hours irregularly a long time ago, w...
This happened on the 3rd of January 2013. Or did this happen at all? For the people in the story what mattered was what happened. What ALL happened that night when they were supposed to visit their office senior's wedding anniversary in a farm house. The group worked in an IT MNC in Bangalore. Their senior had made sure his team was given the office shuttle;...
I could not wait to get home. It had been the trip from hell. We had spent the weekend in New York City—arguably the most exciting city in the world and all my fiancé could come up with to do was sit in a sports bar and watch "the game." He could do that at home. This fun weekend for us had turned out to be anything but. I made my way down the aisle of the...
It was a day like any other, a day like the thousand before, or the thousand which followed. It was a day which seemed to begin with the rising of the sun and the transformation of the slumbering masses into the active souls. It was the time when dreams shifted; slipped once more behind the veil of consciousness and yet for some this was not the case. Bria...
Rain battered the villa like a meteor strike from out of space whilst thunder rumbled from the heavens above and lighting lit up the evening Turkish sky. It would have been a spectacular sight for any photography enthusiast if it wasn't for the torrential rain making it virtually impossible to step outside. Rachel couldn't believe it. It was the last week...