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It had been a long day. I had spent most of it avoiding the immagration officials, as a Bengali girl of 16 all on my own and with no papers I knew if I was caught I would be deported. It had rained most of the day and I was wet and to top it all I had had a run in with Steve and his mates, Steve was 18 a right hard nut who ran a gang of teenage thugs; all were racists. They had seen me in a carpark where I was begging and gave me the uaual racist taunts I had managed to slip away when a lorry...

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I could feel him about 2 inches deep; he moved slowly in and out trying for my sake to put some tenderness in this thing we were doing. He curled my legs a bit more as he went in again and finally felt some spark of sensation. “Come on, baby.” he moaned so softly I only guessed the words. Then again it wouldn’t have been hard to. He always said that. He always begged me, ironically, to enjoy it.Searing hot. His skin was searing hot. And sweaty. His hands were sliding with no effort over my ribs...

The Long View

When I got back to the apartment there was a package in my mailbox. It looked like it had been hand delivered and not come through the postal service. I took it up with me. When I opened it I found a DVD labelled (by hand) "erotic video sample". Well as I wasn't proposing to go out again, I would have changed into my female clothes anyway. But the anticipation of watching the DVD added an extra frisson and urgency. I didn't have a long soak in a bubble bath, but just a quick shower...

Willis Point of View

[ For Megan (and her mom)! ]As Willis showered he kept thinking about all the incredible sex he'd had with Megan, the young white female who was staying with her grandmother and who lived in the house next door to him. It had been, at first, like a dream come true. After all, Willis had never had sex with any white female (though he'd naturally, as a man with a healthy sex drive, had often wished he could); and Megan? Megan really was like some dream-image come to life! For Willis (and for many...

What is a mother to do from the son s point of view

Bill was a reasonably normal sixteen-year-old boy. He still played too many video games but was doing more and more adolescent and less juvenile things. Bill had started getting boners when looking at girls with big titles. Of course, he had noticed his mother’s tits; how could he miss those. Mostly if she was in a hurry on some mornings and fixed and served breakfast in her bathrobe. He just knew she did not have on a bra under that. On rare occasions, he even saw the outline of a hard...

A confirmed lesbian 8217 s point of view

I really enjoy walking through the mall on a Friday night. Why? I like seeing the growing wolf cubs practice their time honored craft. I laugh as they watch me walk by, judging me like I’m a side of beef. A few have even tried their lines. None have worked, and none ever will. I am a lesbian. I’m also black. I remember clearly the first time I had sex. It was not exactly what I had expected it to be, but it was not a disappointment. He was a skilled lover, and I really liked it. Yet...

Tube Ride Home her point of view

It was getting hot- I was getting hot. Riding the tube commando was both a delicious empowerment and a slow edging torture. Ever since I left home that morning, every light breeze of air, every soft rub against the chair when sitting down and standing up…Bodies pressed against me as the train came to a halt. I was caught off guard by the draft of air as the doors opened and squirmed in delight. As people got simultaneously on and off the train, I couldn't help but sigh at the unintentional...

Campus Tail Kelli s View

I kept seeing this guy around campus. He was clearly admiring me, but would look away and not stop walking whenever I would try to smile or encourage him to stop and chat. I knew his name was Ryan from a class we had together. One day he saw Megan and me at a local fast food place. Megan was my BFF, and we went everywhere together. "There's your admirer" Megan smiled, even as Ryan ducked out the door. "Maybe he'll put up a 'missed connection' ad," she joked. "Then you can actually get...

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Hey, I'm a penis. Call me Dick. And now I'm writing this for you for the hell of it. Yeah I know I don't have arms or fingers to write with, get over it. Let me tell you how things are from my perspective. During sex. Yeah. So like, I'm about seven inches tall at full height, and an inch and a half or so wide. There is some hair around my base. I am fleshy pink, and my tip reddens and swells when I am excited. I get very warm when I want some action. So okay, first we'll forget those...

The Patio With a View

I was sitting on the patio drinking a beer and looking at the snow capped mountains in the distance. It was my favorite place to sit and I was wondering how I was going to be able to keep the house in the divorce that was coming. It was going to take some creative thinking on my part, but fortunately I had time to work on the problem. Kathy didn't yet know that she was going to be divorced. When I did drop the hammer on her I wanted to have all my ducks in a row. Fortunately, at least for me,...

How High a Price Another View

Dear Reader, The Troubador wrote a story entitled How High a Price in March, 2003, about a man and his cheating wife. That is always a popular subject. Since then, other authors have written stories based on The Troubador's theme and his characters, Early and Susan Conroy. Thanks to Lazeez, those stories can all be found at storiesonline.net This is my story using the same theme and characters. It is a realistic story. Not sexy. Not sweet. Sad. Heavy. But realistic. I thank The...

Betting On My FamilyChapter 2 A Room With a View

The next two weeks were spent unpacking and getting accustomed to the place. The new house was a large one, but we were also trying to squeeze two households into one. Because of their devotion to fitness, dad and Babs decided to turn one ground-floor bedroom into a training room where dad and I set up our free weights and the girls stored their mats, and steps, and resistance bands, and ankle weights, and all of the other weird shit they apparently required to get not as fit as me. They...

The Brass StatuettesChapter 5 Different Points of View

On Saturday morning Trudy rose early to eat breakfast with Frank. She decided not to wake the girls; they would have been grouchy for having been rousted at that hour. She wanted to talk with Frank, anyway. "Frank, before you leave to play golf, I thought that I'd let you know—Gloria Warner called me up yesterday." "No kidding," he answered, "it must have been about the charity foundation." "How did you know?" "Don't you remember? We talked about it a few days ago." "Well, I...

CynthiaChapter 11 Cynthia s View

Four unhappy women climbed into the van to head back to Raleigh. Although it would be a long day, it would be nothing compared to Charles' trip. In the mirror, I noticed Alyssa crying quietly. I said, "Alyssa, are you having a hard time?" "Yes. I didn't want him to go. I'm scared." "We all are, sweetheart. It's okay to cry. I certainly have and I think your mother is still a little damp." "What are we going to do? He did everything around the house. We can't even go bike...

Bottoms UpChapter 6 Debbie s view

Larry was sparkling with excitement as he went back upstairs. He opened the front door in a hurry, pushed it shut with a bang and headed straight for the living room. Debbie was standing by the window, staring rather wistfully towards the hills that rose above the city, framed against the afternoon light. Alicia must be in her bedroom, he reflected. "Turn around Debs", he said in a low voice. "No, please don't. Not here. Alicia is bound to hear us." Going up to her he encircled her...

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