Cute Girls

*”Acknowledgement:*” The main theme is an inspiration of Ms Pooja Chaudhary’s story: A PLEASANT VISIT. I am indebted to her.

*”Background:*” This story is written against the South Asian backdrop, staged in the largest port and city of Pakistan: Karachi. Urdu is widely spoken language in Pakistan and is almost identical to Hindi spoken in India except the script. English is yet another language largely used in the Subcontinent. In middle and upper classes usually either English is spoken or a lot of English words and phrases are used during the conversation in the local languages. I’ve used the same practice in the dialogues for realism. Nevertheless, for the non-Urdu speakers, every Urdu phrase or sentence is immediately followed by an English translation. Therefore, if you alien to Urdu/Hindi just skip the italic (or Capital) words, and surely you’ll miss nothing. Readers will also find a short glossary of Urdu/Hindi words frequently used in the story. (more…)

Steve slowly slid his tongue into Amy’s mouth, just as he had done with her sex. He found her tongue waiting for him, and they began to eagerly kiss each other. He felt Amy begin to run her hands over his back, moving closer and closer to his hips. Up till now, he had been careful to keep his hips away from hers.

But now he moved his hips forward a few inches, until his firm shaft rubbed lightly against Amy’s clit. He was a little surprised, almost startled when she gasped and pulled suddenly away from the kiss. (more…)

The invitations were ambiguous, yet intriguing.

They were sent out to 10 young men who either still lived in the town of Smallwood, population approximately 3,500, or who had grown up there and lived reasonably close. Most of those lived in Hazelton, a university town that was actually a small city of about 60,000 located 25 miles away.

The men ranged in age from 18 to 27, and they had several things in common. They had all graduated from Smallwood High, they had all been in the school’s gifted student program, particularly in English, and they had all been a little outside the social mainstream. (more…)

That night Will watched as Jessica made up her face and put on stockings and heels. She looked damn sexy and he could feel himself getting hard just from looking at her. A part of him was already regretting having asked Greg if he wanted to come over and share her… sure, he’d always wanted to find out what it was like to fuck a girl with one of his buddies, but he was feeling surprisingly possessive of Jessica. Even though they’d had sex several times this afternoon after Ellen had left.

Maybe he was just afraid that she’d find herself more attracted to Ellen or Greg… but that was silly, it wasn’t like he and Jessica were actually dating. Maybe it was just one of those stupid threats to his “manhood” although he’d thought he was more mature than that. Sighing, he decided to try and forget about it and just enjoy tonight. He was getting one of his fantasies fulfilled, and so was she. Tonight was really for her, because he’d been much less interested in having this particular fantasy completed. Really, for him, it was more of a curiosity than a fantasy. But he knew that it was something she’d always thought about. (more…)

“Based on a true story…”

It was a pretty normal Friday evening in my little college town. Basically, I had the choice of going to a frat party and drinking: staying in the dorms and rounding up a couple of the guys and drinking: or going to a dive bar and, ta-da, drinking.

The futility of it all was starting to wear me down so I decided against all three and just kicked back in my room and read a book while listening to some tunes. A solitary evening perhaps, but one that would most likely be more intellectually stimulating then normal. Plus I would not be paying for it with Tylenol in the morning. (more…)

*Chapter 2: Cum Now*

As the plane slid down the glide path toward LAX, crossing the vast expanse of Los Angeles from the mountains toward the ocean, Tabitha leaned over Rex to watch the sea of lights outside the window. It was a marvel that thrilled Rex every time he saw it and he was glad to share it with her. He pointed out the tall buildings of downtown, glittering with reflected light, and the relative location of the Hollywood hills.

Rex enjoyed working in Hollywood and he was happy to be able to share the experience with Tabitha this time around. While he was working, she would explore the area. In the evenings, they would explore Hollywood and other parts of LA that Rex had enjoyed on earlier trips. They would also explore each other, as they were wont to do, tongues and lips leading the way. (more…)

Let me begin with descriptions of Danny and Zack, two of my companions for the evening that I have yet to describe in detail.

Danny was the typical blond surfer type. His hair just reached his shoulders and was wavy and sun kissed. He was very tan and healthy in appearance, surprising for someone who spent so much time in dark nightclubs and practiced in abandoned factories. He was rather thin, but not unattractively so, just not as muscular as Sam. His eyes were an interesting grayish blue, and he had a fabulous mouth. Pouty lips and great teeth contributed to his beautiful smile. (more…)

As I drove along the lonely stretch of route 152 somewhere west of Cordell, Oklahoma, I noticed a new peculiar sound coming from my car. New sounds are always a concern when you drive a vehicle that is well past its prime. A few miles later things got worse. The glow of the bright red idiot warning light filled the dashboard instrument panel. I knew from previous sad experiences that by the time those lights came on the situation was usually past the warning stage. I drove on hoping to make it to the next small town before the car gave out. I did not relish the idea of being stranded on the side of that quiet nearly deserted back road somewhere between ‘nowheresville’ and ‘you-can’t-get-there-from-heresville’. (more…)

I can still remember the first time our eyes met, we never spoke in words yet we knew each others troublesome secrets and desires. I knew the first time that I read your mind beneath your cold icy stare lie a venerable shy woman, who could never trust again, whose innocence had been used up when she was a child, who had endured the indignities of a mean oppressive father who saw his daughter as an albatross around his neck after a night of drunkenness with a stranger, your mother, a distant self serving vain women of privilege. (more…)

As I lay in the darkness, I tried to make sense out of the past few days. I thought of the bizarre things I had learned about my mother, and the rest of my family for that matter, and the strange relationship she and dad and Louise had shared. It seemed to me as if mother had concocted this wild and crazy scenario for their lives and then, wasn’t satisfied with her results, and just gave up and conveniently died leaving Louise holding the bag. She had created in Louise, a woman of huge character and determination, turned all of her problems and possessions over to her and just checked out. Louise appeared totally submissive at times, but still, she had the strength and resilience to keep the entire family functioning. She has now chosen to devote herself completely to the task of making my life a success. Go figure. (more…)