Embarrassing Stories

_______________________________________ They talk about love at first sight. This was lust at first sight. He was talking to someone else at the Christmas party, then turned towards me in mid-sentence – and stopped. Likewise, I froze, forgetting the people around me, a pussy caught in his headlights. He moved over, looked into my eyes, then said, “Shall we go?” All I could do was nod. Once at his place, he turned to me an...

I don’t know why I’m writing this, but fuck it, here it goes. It started at this party a couple of years back. Nothing too fancy—just one of those crowded house parties where the music is way too loud, the floors are sticky, and you end up drinking whatever cheap booze someone shoves in your hand. I was in a good mood, looking hot, feeling reckless. Everyone was in the same vibe: laughing, dancing, and bumping into each o...

(Mid 1980s) In our lives, we all suffer embarrassing moments. Some more than others, and to different extremes. But in each, I believe there is something we can learn about ourselves and possibly take the opportunity to grow. I venture to say that what I long thought of as my most embarrassing experience eventually became something for which I am grateful. I turned eighteen in February, was accepted to the University of F...

I knew it was bound to happen one day - to run into someone from the scene. But not in my most bizarre nightmare would he feature under these circumstances: My mildly dysfunctional but still kinda cute fam shopping for a roadtrip. Husband trying to keep the youngest from pressing the scales, me wrestling with the machine over an unrecognised fruit-pot, daughters arguing over some sweets. There he walks by, mouthing a casu...

I can remember it like it was just yesterday. I had just turned eighteen and was still living at home with my mother and my older sister by a year. My father had passed away suddenly a few years before, so it was just the three of us at home. My sister and I shared a bathroom in our small house, and as I went in to brush my teeth, I saw a pair of my sister’s baby blue nylon panties sitting on the counter. She must have dr...

I used to binge-read the oldest poems and follow the authors. Never a fangirl. Not until I read a relatably titillating story from a certain author. Every time, in each story, like a virtual reality experience, I would be transported into the heroine's character and feel what she experienced. My petals would be dewy; my pearl and nipples would be erect. My breathing would deepen while my heart would beat faster as I read...