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My name is Ashish and I am going to narrate a true story between me and my hot neighbour bhabhi whose name is Kalpana, a mother of two children of 8 and 6 years respectively. I am 28 years old and Kalpana was about 32 years old whitish complexion and average built. As her family is conservative, she always used to wear saree, anklets in her feet and mangalsutra. Her husband is a business man and mostly stays in a different place. She stays there with her children and mother in law. I was friendly with the family so one day Kalpana asked me to give tuitions to her children. I agreed as I remain free in the evening and it will be a pastime for me. So the tuitions started on a daily basis. Everything was normal, the children too liked my teachings as I was very friendly. In between the tuition, Kalpana always comes to serve me coffee and enquire about their studies. In this way, days passed. I had a crush upon Kalpana from the first day I saw her, though she is not very beautiful but she ...

This happened when I was 19 and on my first holiday alone. I decided to go to Paris and visit the museums that I have always read about. I was staying in a small hotel not far from the center of Paris. I had just finished my first day of sightseeing and decided to go back to the hotel for a drink before going out for dinner. As I entered the bar, I saw that it was almost empty, there were only 2 other people in there. I sat down at the bar and ordered a drink. I was just about to take my first sip when I heard a voice say "Bonjour". I turned around and saw 2 women sitting at the table behind me. They were both in their late 30's or early 40's, they were both wearing black dresses that hugged their bodies perfectly. They both had long brown hair and they were both very pretty. "Bonjour," I said back to them. "You're English?" one of the women asked me in a French accent. "Yes, I am," I replied. "And you are?" I asked her. She...

The ice cream seemed a great idea at first. The day had been hot, searing hot. The road tar was sticky, dogs were silent, even the trees wilted. Talaya had got back from working a half-day, and the relative coolness of her flat had inspired some tidying up. This had been a mistake: now she was hot and grumpy, but not much tidier. So she had promised herself an ice cream. Outside, the city shimmered in the heat. No one was making much of an effort. Definitely ice cream o'clock, she thought to herself. She put on a light top and skirt and went out into the street. The heat was intense, but there were clouds in the distance and a sense of expectancy in the air. On the corner near her flat, there actually was a corner store. Talaya liked to use it when she could, hoping to keep it in business. Ice cream bought, she stood outside under the awning. The ice cream melted, sending trickles over her fingers. She watched the clouds building up and felt the crackle in the air as the thundersto...