True Story

Hi readers my name is Anitha (Anu), 21 years old, from Kerala. I live with my mother and younger brother. My father died when I was still young. My brother's name is Sanjay (Sanju) he is 18 years old. Both of us were liked normal sister and brother. We used to fight with each other. My mother got govt job as my dad while he was in govt. service. Since mom goes for work, me and my brother used to get time to spend together. I forgot to mention about myself. I had a good figure of 32-26-30. I was fair...

William Potter The story of William Potter is harder to tell than either of the previous. Maybe it would be best to start with his arrest in New Haven Connecticut in 1662. (Note: the Salem Witch Trials took place in 1692.) His adult son John Porter had confessed to the minister of the church that he had witnessed his father committing a sex act with a calf. The minister went to the authorities and told them what he and been told by John. When the authorities went to John to hear the story from him, he refused to talk to them...

Two years had passed since Mr. Connor and I ‘took our relationship to a new level.’ It was also safe to say that we had sex in almost every room in the school... And that's not an exaggeration. Our situation was quite complicated. Tim and I (he hated when I called him Mr. C if we weren't having sex) were spending so much time together, but we weren't boyfriend and girlfriend...but at the same time we were. I don't know what you would call our relationship. Maybe friends with benefits or just his side bitch. But we were much more than...

I could not take Vathsala out of my mind. She was not a beauty queen as I have mentioned earlier, but she was definitely attractive and sexy. Now that I have had two encounters with her, all very erotic and sensual, she totally occupied my world. And she owed me for what she had last time when I was stuck under her table and I haven’t’ forgotten that. Vathsala avoided me for the next few days after that incident, and I was getting rather upset about the whole issue. ‘What have I done wrong to her?’ I always wondered. But not...