This is part two of my second story, "Our Steven, Our Stephanie". I want to thank the readers out there who have offered their kind words of support and desires for continuation for this story. I realize the chapters seem a bit short, but I like to try to end my stories at the cliffhanger points so as to leave the readers on the edge of their seats, so to sp...
Let me introduce our heroine Jenny, in case you have not yet met. Jenny is a happily married middle-aged woman, with all-American good looks, and a bit of a naive view of the world. Now what self-respecting man couldn't fall in love with a gullible blond beauty with blue eyes, an outrageous hourglass figure, and a penchant for landing herself in embarrassing...
She sees him in the frozen food aisle and picks him as her next "victim". Their eyes meet and she lowers her gaze and then quickly looks at him again. A small grin plays on her lips and she licks them with her wet tongue as she shakes her hair from her face. With a graceful movement, she finds herself bent over the frozen vegetables, her breasts in full vie...
I am writing about my Indian college. I will reveal many truths about the Indian education system by narrating my experience in college. It is in a little town. It is more than a hundred year old arts college. Subjects like Sociology, Psychology, Philosophy, Geography, English, Sanskrit, History, Hindi, and Home Science are taught here. Admission's Process...
Hastings sat at his desk contemplating his next victim. He had already taken care of the major competition. "Let's see," He thought. Who shall I do next?" Then his eye caught a name on the list. Angelscuck. He was not one of the top five, in fact he was a relative newcomer but he had been rising fast on the list. "Sometimes these newbies get lucky," Hast...
I can't believe I am doing this. It really is rather embarrassing. But, I guess I must. My sex therapist thought it would be in my best interest to get my thoughts down. He called it "an un-addressed letter writing exercise" and said it was very therapeutic in its own right. So, here goes nothing! I'm addicted to sex. There, I said it. I am addicted to sex....
"How could you . . . Forget when we first met in fourth grade. I stopped the bully from pulling your pigtails. I was happy you didn't make fun of my smile which had one front tooth missing. Suppress the memory of our first kiss. You were so excited that you had to run into your house and go to the bathroom for fear of wetting your panties. Ignore the fee...
Chapter 10 "To know oneself, one should assert oneself." The taxi ride home was a test of restraint and endurance as he remained aroused the entire time. He was afraid to touch, adjust or reposition anything less something unforeseen happen. To add to his torment, he had to pee but wasn't able. Instead he went around straightening up. Something he rarely...
It was a gloomy night filled with a mournful silence as we sat together, him and me, a long time after mid night. We were both sitting in his veranda which seemed a secluded temple that night. We sat beside each other but each isolated in his own mind. It had been hours since either of us had uttered a word. He had been sitting in his favorite sofa gazing va...
25 April 2012, 14:24 Headquarters Building, Fantastic Four Living Quarters Well halleluiah. I just finished work on a new project. A little early. It does not happen often, but it does happen. Sue is out. Johnnie is out. Ben is out. Does anybody else have anything to do around here? Cripes, just because I have four PhDs, you would think that the government...