Story 142

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Story 142

on April 11, 2019

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Story 143

Life is made up of several little things and then there are big things that change the course of your life.

She was a seventeen year old simple, normal, healthy girl; eagerly waiting for her Eighteenth birthday. She was good in her studies, always got good grades, had many friends, few really close friends.

All her friends, even the close one’s had long explored their own bodies and had even lost their virginity to their boyfriends. She did not have a boyfriend. Did not attempt to explore her body and she was a virgin; waiting for the right kind of person and the right time. Peer pressure never worked on her even though her friends tried to hook her up with the besties of their boyfriends. When they had to go out with their boyfriend, her friends told their parents they were going to study with her in the local library, and she confirmed it for them over the phone. She told her parents she was going to the local library to study and she did. The main section of the library closed in …

Story 146

In continuation of Story 145
The story begins here.

“Hi, my name is ___, I was abducted, tortured and raped multiple times for weeks. No one knew where I was. My parents told me they searched for me; my case was still open but there was very little they could do. This man had kept me far away from the city, in an isolated place; at his farm, I think. Finally, when I got the chance; I killed him and saved myself. Dialled 911 and was found. I tried to kill myself when I was in the hospital. The nurse who was with me asked me how I could do that? She could not believe that after surviving the assault, after saving myself, I would give up and try to commit suicide. I could not explain it to her. I was not killing myself; I was killing my rapist. I was stuck in a sort of loop. Even after being free, even after being safe, it was as if he was still a part of me. I started having nightmares. The hospital staff tied me down, which worsened things. When I jabbed a scissor in my neck, I was ac…

Story 119

Extended version of the series (Story 108 to Story 118)
In continuation of Story 118. The Series begin here

They did not have sex that evening; they lay semi-naked in bed facing each other. It had been a long time since he had been so close to a woman, and the first time he was close without having sex. She ran her fingers over his cheek and kissed him on the mouth. He closed his eyes, he wanted to cherish every moment.

He told her how he had fallen in love with her when he had seen her for the first time. And, he knew it was not the addiction – what he felt for her was different. He told her how he had convinced himself that she was out of his league and he had never imagined that a day would come when he would be so close to her.

She said nothing. She moved closer to him and he put an arm around her, his hand resting on her waist. She closed her eyes.

He had hoped she would say something. Tell him that she felt the same way about him. Yes, things had changed between them, but it a…

Story 145

In continuation of Story 144. The story begins here.

When he woke up, he climbed out of bed and walked out to put on his jeans; he left her alone, lying naked in the bed. During her time underground, she had gotten used to being naked; but out here in the open, in daylight she felt too exposed. She curled into foetal position and fell asleep.

She woke up when he came back to the room, sat on the bed and ran his hand through her hair matted with sweat and dirt.
“You need a bath” he said.
He walked out of the room and returned after some time.
“Let’s go” he said and she climbed out of bed and followed him out of the bedroom. She felt too exposed and tried to conceal as much of her nudity as she could. He looked at her, one arm covering her breasts and the other over her privates and he laughed.

He made her stand under the shower while the bathtub filled with water. She reacted to the hot water as it made contact with her skin, it hurt at first but then she gave in and relaxed as the …

Story 116

In continuation of Story 115. The Story begins here

“Everything is so messed up” she said to her best friend in school.
“Tell me about it!” her friend exclaimed; her eyes set on a guy talking to another girl in the parking space of the school.
“I think we both are crushing on the same guy” she said
“What! No way. Back off. I told you he’s mine.” Her friend reacted.

“What the hell are you talking about?” the girl asked, confused.
“Him” her friend replied, nodding towards the guy. “Whom are you talking about?” she continued.
“Keep him. I am not talking about him.” The girl said, wiping her sweaty palms on her school uniform.

“I think mom and I are crushing on the same guy. The guy we are staying with.” She clarified for her friend. “You know, I dreamed about him in the morning.” The girl blushed as she confided in her friend. “It felt so weird, I woke up because of the dream and hoped I had not said anything in my sleep because mom sleeps next to me. But when I opened my eyes, she was…

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