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My name is Erika Davenport and this isn't my story, though I am a large part of it. No, this is my child's story. My child is my life, as it usually is for single parents. I got pregnant at an extremely young age and ended up marrying the father. We weren't forced into it at all, because we...
I'm dead.
No I'm not writing this from beyond the grave. Obviously I'm not really dead, but pretty much anyone who's ever known me thinks I am.
So how is it that they think I'm dead when I'm clearly not? That, my friend, is a long story. So if you're curious, and you do seem to be curious...
They say that all's fair in love and war. Well, I certainly disagree with that. There's absolute nothing fair when it comes to love. And when it comes to war, those who can gain an advantage in any way they can, they'll use it. I certainly did. Fuck being fair about it. All thanks to a woman who...
I sit here quietly in my bed, looking out the window. I enjoy seeing the birds flitting about, flying, landing on the feeder that's hanging from the tree. I hear someone come into my room and say good morning to me. She has a very sweet voice. I look over to her and she calls me "Anna". Is that...
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நினைவோ ஒரு பறவை
வருடம் 2016
பெங்களூர் சிட்டி இரயில்வே ஸ்டேஷன்.
காலை 7 மணி
பல ஊர்களுக்கு செல்ல வேண்டிய ரயில்கள் புறப்பட தயாராக இருந்தன.
அப்பொழுது ஒலி பெருக்கியில் மைசூரில் இருந்து காட்பாடி அரக்கோணம் வழியாக சென்னை செல்லும் வண்டி எண் 12610 சென்னை சூப்பர் பாஸ்ட் எக்ஸ்பிரஸ் இன்னும் சிறிது...
கிரஹப் பிரவேஷம்
என் காலேஜ் ஃப்ரண்ட் சுரேஷ், இப்போது ஸ்விட்சர்லேந்தில் இருக்கிறான். அவனிடம் போனில் பேசினேன்.
“ஹலோ,….”
“ஹலோ,….. ரமேஷா?”
‘ஆமாண்டா,…. நான்தான் ரமேஷ் பேசறேன். நல்லா இருக்கியா? ஸ்விஸுக்கு போனதிலேர்ந்து அதிகமா பேசறதில்லே.”
“அதில்லேடா,…இங்கே பிஸ்னஸ்,…அது,… இதுன்னு கொஞ்சம் பிஸி...
Ecr Road ல அந்த காலேஜ் பஸ் ஆவரேஜ் ஸ்பீட் ல போயிட்டுயிருக்கு.Towards கோவளம்.பஸ்க்குள்ள 30 பசங்க, 20 பொண்ணுங்க இருப்பாங்க. எல்லாரும் காலேஜ் 2வது வருஷம், கம்ப்யூட்டர் சயின்ஸ் இன்ஜினியரிங் படிக்கிறாங்க.இன்னும் கொஞ்ச நேரத்துல ரிசார்ட்டுக்கு போயி சேந்துருவாங்க.பஸ்ல ஒரே ஆட்டமா பாட்டாம ஜாலியா போய்ட்டு...
என் அக்கா பெயர் சரண்யா…..
அவளுக்கு 25 வயசாகும் போது என் எப்பா அவங்க அக்கா அதாங்க என் அத்தை பையனயே கட்டி வச்சிட்டாங்க… அவரு இப்போ சென்னைல Inspector-ஆ இருக்காரு…. அவங்க marrisge அப்ப நான் 12 படிச்சிட்டு இருந்தேன்…. எனக்கு பொதுவா இந்த Family-குள்ள கல்யாணம் பண்ணிக்குரதுல இஷ்ட்டம் கிடையாது...
I could hear my daughter charging up the stairs. That was not unusual, she charged almost everywhere. She had been out late the night before, her eighteenth birthday, with friends and had been downstairs chatting with Ryan, her father and my husband, while he prepared omelets for breakfast...
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My First Session with Theresa -- Friday Afternoon
I reviewed the patient information sheet for the day's final client. It was her first consultation. She was a thirty-six year old accountant who worked at the local firm that did my taxes. Her health was good; she took no medication other...
In retrospect I had no one to blame but myself. I love clothes. I can't remember when I didn't. I wanted to be a designer. Mom thought that impractical and said I should be nurse. After all, Mom suggested, with my looks I could rope-in a doctor husband. Chasing dreams was something rich people...
My decision to attend college and law school at Arizona State University and not in my native Los Angeles was due to several factors. First among them was my love of the desert. I come by it naturally.
Mom, her name is Charlotte but she goes by Charlie, grew up in Kuruman, South Africa, which...
I studied myself in the mirror. Sometimes the simplest things are the best things. I was wearing a black tank top, form fitting jeans with a wide belt, and boots with a 3½ inch chunky heel. The tank top was just long enough to reach my jeans. Most any movement revealed a narrow horizontal view...
My parents stopped fighting when I turned sixteen. It's not like they started getting along; they just stopped fighting. They were polite and civil, like business acquaintances who mildly disliked each other but understood decorum would help get them through the day. Over the next two years I...
Before it blew up my life had been comfortable and easy. I lived in Mountain Brook, a tony suburb of Birmingham, Alabama, in a big house. I drove an expensive car. I wore beautiful clothes. I entertained extravagantly. My biggest complaint was that I spent too much time car pooling.
My name is...
You noticed Selena. Of Hispanic ancestry, she was short, maybe five feet, four inches tall, with a curvy hourglass figure, wide face, big brown eyes, good lips, and nice round tits. I suspected a boob job. Her dark hair ended in long curls that ran past her shoulder blades. She was twenty-four...
It was August 2005. I was set to begin my junior year at Tulane University, but the city was emptying out. I stayed, convinced that Hurricane Katrina would turn right and head for Florida; they always did. On Saturday night I went out with the guys, but the scene was dead and I got home...
Over the years of I've enjoyed a number of Literotica stories in which a mother and son become sexually involved after circumstances force the former to sit on the latter's lap during a long car ride, Mom Takes A Ride by NakdSalr and Sitting on My Son's Lap by retired04 among them. (No slight is...
I recently posted Making Room for the Art, my iteration of the popular account of the incestuous consequences for two relatives packed closely together in the back seat of a car (or in my case, a pick-up truck). I wrote about an aunt and a nephew. The story was well received and one reader...
I recently met a strikingly attractive woman somewhere in her mid to late forties. Unlike some other beautiful women her age I've known, she did not dress or style herself to look younger than she was; she seemed perfectly comfortable with her age. She was also smart, confident, funny, earthy...