Issac writes

She is dark, sexy , beautiful and had this long strands of beautiful hairs. She was a good friend of my ex, though they were not in talking terms. I never knew this, through long conversations we became great friends. She had a boyfriend too. She was an avid reader and had some great sense of intimacy too. Her desires were a bit weird, her wishes were a bit wild. In the midnight hours she used to call me just to exchange novels of mills n boons. I felt quite lusty for her at times, she looked stunning always. It was one of those nights, she had called me, we flirted a bit too much that day. It was 1 am in the night and it was all dark around, I crawled through the barb wired fence and went inside. She was standing there waiting for me. I handed her the novel, she took it and was about to leave that’s when I caught her and forced her towards myself, I peeped my hands inside her and caressed her bareback.   Her dog started barking and that gave both of us scary goosebumps...

When you see her picture,  she looks beautiful,  her face void of flaws like an angel... heart emoticon   kiki emoticon But the day you get close to her,  as close as to feel her breathe, As close as to kiss her lips,  kiss emoticon   you could easily see those scars on her face,  those marks of imperfection and  those scars make her more beautiful,  more human and you realize  Imperfection is sexier than perfection..............

Ohhh……I was lying there in bed with you, naked wrapped in bed sheet and you sleeping in my arms. I could make out, we just had a wonderful sex session. I could see that peace on your face.   What I saw next was, you sitting beside me, I looked tensed and you were giving me courage holding my arms. I could make out, I was still struggling professionally. There were some problems, I don’t know what and then I saw myself going out of the house. I couldn’t recognize the house too, it was neither yours neither mine. A new place, it was. I then saw myself walking away waving hands at you, You with a smile wishing me all the best. I didn’t understand why that all the best was for. May be I was out in search of a job. I then saw you in a red colored saree, it looked like it was made of silk. You were looking gorgeous as always, we were having a talk together. As usual I was teasing you and you were hurling abuses at me….i couldn’t say what the whole conversation was about…I don...

Sometimes the worst years of our lives are our teen years, those years that we spend while growing up facing the internal changes in our mind, body and soul. The bad part of our teen life is that those things which would pass with time seem permanent; it can be a casual affair or troubles that you have to face in those days. Teens are vulnerable to problems that come their way; they get depressed very soon and lose hope quickly. This is the story of 16 year old Leena who was yet another example of being a victim of a failed relationship during her teenage. She was madly in love with a guy and their relation was in existence for two years. In those two years they had shared so many roses, teddy bears, promises, moments of love, moments of intimacy, kisses and hugs.  They were so happy together, Leena was happy with him dreaming about a future together.  Only to realize that her high hopes will come crashing down one day & her dreams would be shattered one day. T...