In my first story I wrote about taking the virginity of a girl in a moving train. I am here with my second story. I want to tell you myself . I am 25 ...ear old. Belong to Delhi and is working in a private company after completing my MBA.This is a real incident which happened with me with a girl in my neighborhood.Her name is Pooja. At the time of incident she was studying in class 12th. She was 18 yrs old. I was in college. I was good in studies. everyone in the neighbourhood liked me for my. ”He rubbed his face. “Why have you been spying on me?”She let it fall out of her hands and cupped herself with her palms. “You’re right there. Come on. I have faith you’ll get it.”Brett launched to his feet. “Enough.” The recliner toppled to its side. Samantha gripped herself tighter. “I don’t know what sick game you’re playing but I’m calling the police and reporting you to HR first thing in the morning. Now get out of my home before my wife finds you here like this.”He was inches away, fists. Now that I'm here I don't quite know what to do."I knew that by typing this answer, the implication was that I accepted the title of "slut."I felt sexy and a vague feeling of self pride in being seen as a slut.___________________________________________________________Things had rapidly escalated since that first tentative foray onto the Forum. Several men were now conversing with me, and their dialogue was crude and degrading. I loved it and felt so sexy and lustful. Thank God that my husband. .. Was I reading to myself? What did I whisper? Did it sound something like "oh my... lovely breasts." Or, was I reading to myself? She is not sure; is her imagination playing tricks? Then I reach for a book, one very close to her behind her in the stacks. My hand gently brushes against her shoulder as I removes it. The slight touch felt like a bit of electricity passed between us. Was it intentional, or accidental?I stand nearby and read for awhile, then I sit down next her at the end of.