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  My Life After all the drama, quarrels and fights between my family and my husband Sriram's family, the day of wedding arrived.   Me and my husband Sriram studied in the same college and both were madly in love with each other.   Our love was something special, all because of my husband Sriram, he was a gentleman and treated me like a lady.   He promised me that he would not cheat on me and will surely marry me, and also promised that until our marriage he will not make love to me.   Though we have kissed each other passionately several times and me being a naturally horny girl, got turned on several times and was ready for sex, my husband Sriram was very conscious about the promise he made to me, therefore we did not make love.   Though I admired him for being a Gentleman, there were many instances where I wished he broke his promise and we made love.   Nevertheless, we were having a wonderful time together, as I was very much sure that he loved me very much.   Somehow, I had

 I have close friends who know secrets about me, but there is one that I've never found the courage to tell. So I'm going to tell it here. Strangers can be easier to talk to. My name is Sasha and I am a graphic arts student, the only daughter of a Scots architect and a French actress. I have enjoyed the benefits (and sometimes suffered the confusion) of having dual cultural identities since I was a young child. We moved to England when I was very little, but I would spend long periods of my childhood staying with members of the extended family in the southern region of France. That's where this secret thing took place. I was eighteen at the time and spending the summer of 1996 with my Uncle and Aunt at their vineyard in Languedoc. Being an only child, I was often starved of the company of others my age (particularly during the school holidays when friends were away), and I loved to come and stay here with my Uncle. He has a beautiful daughter called Alex, who is the closest

 Vishal was too happy thinking how Anand will react on seeing Aditi in that dress and what will be his expressions. He was thinking for the 4-5 hours that Anand will stay with them how many times Aditi will do such movements where more of her intimate parts could be seen and how Anand’s eyes will devour her and how Vishal will enjoy seeing that. They were both leaning on the metal railing looking downwards. And Om found it so he was excited seeing Aditi in such a dress and admired her though she was in the company of her husband. He bowed his head and Vishal murmured to Aditi, “There your new boyfriend is looking at you!” And Aditi again naughtily hit him on his back with her fist! Now on seeing Om down there, Aditi became mischievous and she intentionally lifted a leg and put on the railing. Vishal did not notice that as Aditi was as though making Om jealous or it was just a manner of woman to hang on their husband when he is around, so Aditi started hanging on Vishal’s shoulder, hu

And between Aditi and Vishal that continued almost every night. Each night they had to do role plays and gradually Aditi got used and wanted that to continue same way since she started getting her orgasm fast and got stimulated faster. There was a sort of reluctance to talk the matter openly between them though. It was spoken and discussed only during or some minutes before the sexual encounters always. If ever on weekends, during the day Vishal started the subject Aditi always changed the subject and avoided to talk about it.   Yet in the brain when she was alone she always and often kept thinking about it and often got wet and longed to make love. Day by day she started feeling the need to have sex more than she ever had felt before. And that was due to Vishal who prepared her that way and inculcated sex that way in her. When at times they went out on weekends, Vishal made her wear sexy clothes, and he looked at other men’s eyes to check how many looks at her and either any of them

Boby knew he shouldn’t have sniffed the flower. As the clown had approached him, he had done his best to sit like a statue and ignore the grumpy old fart, until the ugly face had leaned in close to him and said, “Play along and I’ll make it up to you after the show.” It wasn’t the words that got his attention as much as the voice, though. While the face, at least as it was made up, was an ornery old man, the voice that came from it was sweet, young, eminently sexy, and definitely *female*. He quickly searched the face again. The makeup was very convincing, but it couldn’t hide… The eyes were sparkling green and boring straight back into his own so hard he almost shivered, despite the summer heat which had built up in the tent. Boby continued to watch those eyes as he slowly leaned forward and sniffed the flower on the clown’s lapel, right up until the flower squirted in his own eye and he had to blink. When he could see again, the clown was half way across the big top, handspringing aw