I've read Vikram's account of what he thought happened, but I'm sure you'll find my account a little more exciting. If you've read the first part, you'd know that I wasn't conservative and although I hadn't given up my virginity to some jock in college, I wasn't a prude either. I had taken good care of my body and was proud of it. I am 5’ 6”. I have a swart...
Bo stretched and grimaced as he sat in rush hour traffic. His right hip and lower back throbbed painfully and he grimaced, shifting to try and find a more comfortable position. He turned off of busy, six lane road onto a side street and searched for the correct street number. Bo had hurt his back the previous week and had been miserable since. His wife had t...
It all begins with a phone call from you. Its Friday morning and I'm at work, I answer the phone and I hear your sexy voice. You ask me how my morning is going, and I say I am thankful that it is Friday. You then tell me that you have a surprise weekend planned just for the two of us. I ask you what we will be doing and where we will be going, and of course...
Dear Paul, Hey, sweetie. I know I haven't written in a few days but I've been a little busy. How is everything going over in England? I'm really missing Michelle since she left for boot camp. I'm happy she joined the Navy of course, because I got credit for her joining. But, I wish she could have waited until I leave in June and we could have gone to boot...
Foreword These stories are based in Australia and written in the idiom the characters would use. Some issues in language variations I anticipated and built translations into my narrative. Others have caught me by surprise especially in their intensity. Generally, the intended meaning will be clear from the context if you don't cling too tightly to your us...
Misty stumbled into the kitchen, greeted by Sandy making some eggs. Both women were quite hungover from the previous nights activities. "Morning babe," Sandy called out. "Hey hey," Misty sluggishly replied. "Are you as toasted as I am?" "More so," Sandy grunted, "want some eggs?" "Sure. I'll pour us some orange juice." Misty said as she opened the cabine...
While attending College I met a lot of girls but none could compare to Mubjani. I feel very fortunate to be dating her because just about every other guy I know on campus wants her. Initially I had trouble being intimate with her since she is a conservative Hindu girl from India. Every time I made an advance or attempt to get close to her she resisted. Just...
Since I'm in college you might not think I was dumb or slow. But when it comes to my mom, the word stupid gets spelled with at least three p's. She has a way to work me over that makes me think one way but really is another. Let me tell you my story and you can judge for yourself. My name is Carl and I am the son of the late Al Spangler and his wife, my mom...
(The tags i've provided apply to the story as a whole {so far} - and there may be more coming. This story is a patchwork of ideas and bits of plot i came up with over literally years. For background music, i recommend Joan Jett's version of "Starfucker", Zappa and the Mothers' "Road Ladies" and "What Kind of Girl Do You Think We Are?" and the DiVinyls' "I To...
Buckling my diamond encrusted black leather collar I studied myself in the mirror with a critical eye the girl staring back at me wasn't the everyday Keira, but the working one. The Black leather corset made my tiny waist look even more delicate and pushed my breasts up to heights it could barely contain; if I moved wrong I would expose my nipples. The tiny...