We make love
This was when I was in eleventh standard. I was 16, and very high on hormones. There was a very, very hot girl in my class. Her name was Ishita. Her complexion was an exquisite blend of caramel and chocolate. Her body was consummately voluptuous and merely looking at her ever created a tumescence between my legs. I had known her for quite long, but we were not really much in contact. I was ever occupied with my gang of male friends, and never had the time for romance. I never even thought of it. But I turned sixteen, and … Read more