Part 14 - "Into the Shadows" LATE IN 1997 "It seems like everything in the Summit Conference preparations was coming together," observed Sophia. I agreed, unable to say more due to the toast with marmalade in my mouth. We were having breakfast in our room in the Oxford, Room Service now having become our practice. It was a luxury, but Sophia's business was...
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Ok here we go. Again and always I will thank jacuzzigal for all the help she gives me and for her eternal patience with a dumb writer like me. And a warning no sex in here. Enjoy! * "But I knew we would face it always together," I said. I tore my eyes from Lisa's face and looked to her mother, Amanda. This was our last chance. Twelve, almost thirteen,...
I sat on the high-backed stool in an irritated huff, blowing a strand of ginger hair away from my face and raising the fingers of my right hand to grab the bartender's attention. Not that I needed a lot of help getting noticed in my sleeveless, body-skimming sheath dress with a hem that stopped a few inches north of my knees. The garment clung to my hips and...
I'm Vanshika, fair-skinned South Indian, just-wedded woman of 24. This story narrates how I lost my virginity to a senior, when I was in college. ********* It had been a month since my husband went to the Middle East. He was an incorrigible workaholic and the only time we ever had physical intimacy was on the night of my marriage. The whole thing was like...
She rides, she shudders. She sucks air into her throat, says Ooh as it cools her. She squeezes your knees with fingers so tense the knuckles have turned white. She swishes her head down and you wrap your fingers around black and yellow hair. Regrowth is coming through, fresh, happy hair pushing the sad hair away. She's facing away, twisting and shimmying on...
Please don't read this story if you are easily offended by politically incorrect stories. The Party --------- After my third glass of wine I was feeling pretty mellow. My husband David and I were at a party at his faculty. Both of us work at the university, he teaches while I work part time at the library. The mood around the table where I sat was prett...
I first met Brookie in the Autumn, just as classes were starting at the local University (the very same school where I'd met Melissa.) Brookie was working at the Campus Bookstore, a place I like to hang out, if only to look at all the hot co-eds in their Florida-Finest attire! (Actually, ANY place on that campus is a great place to see hot babes, scantily dr...
Anita's story I woke up the next morning to the sound of the shower. The fog cleared from my brain and the delicious events of the previous evening swam into my mind. A bashful bath-robed Anita appeared from the bathroom and began to speak "I... I don't know quite what..." "I don't know either" I interrupted, "but it was wonderful." We smiled at each ot...
This is a story of what was and what could have been. Suzette worked with my mom at the university where I was a 3rd year student. She was 22, tall (taller than me) and absolutely gorgeous. Big blue eyes, a really wide, generous, slightly crooked smile. Her dress was usually professional and modest, but there was no hiding her pert small breasts, large c...