She smiled. A is for Adam, she sang under her breath to nonsense music. She played with the string of her teabag, and played hard to get by not playin...g with herself. A is for Adam and B is for what? Or whom, she corrected herself, sipping tea and watching the sunset fade. Brad sounded like Pitt, who yes was hot, but she wanted her own man. Bob rhymed with blob, unappealing. She made childish letter-b noises in the gloaming. B names. Be names. Her well-read mind thought of Hamlet’s soliloquy and. It was my neighbour Nishant.He was a handsome young man living alone in the next flat. He had the eyes for me I could tell. I greeted him dressed in a see thru lemon color saree and an blouse which was at least one size too tight for me. My mangalsutre rested on my swell and my cute flat tummy was peeping thru my pallu. “Bhabhi needed some milk, “He said” too tired to go downstairs and fetch one and feel like brewing a cup fo tea”“Why don;t you have it here only? I was about to make one for. When I turned 18, I got my first digital camera, and started taking nudes of myself, and at the time, it was risky enough just putting those online. But of course that wasn’t enough for long, and I would start adding my personal information, and begging to be victimized one way or another. Again, nothing like that happened, thankfully.Then I met the guy I would eventually marry, and had my first time with him. He indulged my rough sex fantasies a bit, which was exciting for a while, but he. I was just going to let it go down but then I heard my mom’s shower turn on, and images of my mom’s naked body started to populate every thought in my head. I subconsciously started stroking my cock as I pictured my mom and her tits and ass bouncing on top of my cock. I shot my load all over the shower door as snapped out of my sex filled daze, embarrassed about my i****tuous fantasies. I left my shower and got dressed in a t-shirt and some shorts and went to sit and watch TV in the main room.