A Descent into Forbidden Pleasure After a mixed response from you all here, i have decided to approach a friend who is good at grammar and language in general. She has agreed to help me and i will be meeting her almost every weekend, for months to come, unless i improve my storytelling skills in every way. I know that i am not polished and appealing to the senses as other popular writers are, but i'm trying to improve the bits. I had shown an extract of my diary to a publisher, and he said that actually the raw, stripped down style of my writing appealed to him. But he also advised me to come back after some changes. I would also like to tell you, that the stories you're reading here are amongst the foremost pages of my diary. Most of these have been written years ago when i was new to writing erotica and i have somewhat improved. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Patricia had left me for her boyfriend few weeks ago. One fine evening she confessed to me that she still had feelings for him, and was doubtful whether she was bi, rather than being lesbian. It had been almost a month ever since i spent some time with my friends. I had been trying to keep myself preoccupied with my work schedule. One weekend i decided to spend it with Bob who had been my friend since college. He was dating a nympho named Cynthia who was in her early twenties at that time. Bob was aware of my being a lesbian, inspite of my promiscuous reputation in college. I had confessed to him that i didn't feel comfortable even talking with men, if compared to talking to a straight girl, who wasn't interested in me any way at all. That weekend i spent some time chatting with Bob and Cynthia at a Disco. I was an occassional drinker, so i didnt have any drinks at all, aside from a few sips of beer . I was unaware of Cynthia's being a nympho. …and then things took a turn
