"Natalie the Nympho and other 50 word Stories by Kamala Devi

# 17
My A/C went on the fritz again. My landlord sent his daughter over to wait for the electrician. All the tenants call her “Natalie the Nympho.” It was extra HOT when I got home from work and found her on my bed with a geeky dyke who never fixed my A/C.

#18
“So, how many people have you slept with?” He asks between coughs.
“I never counted,” She lies and changes the subject without admitting the growling list she kept hidden in her dormitory night-stand . Ultimately she gave up, not because she couldn’t remember their names, but because she never learned them.

#19
She let the “drunk bastard” sleep on her couch again. This was the last time, she swore. But sometime before 2 AM he slipped under her down comforter and did that thing he does with his pierced tongue. Who couldn’t forgive the father of her son, he could always lick clean any grudge.

#20
He rolled up to the packed night club in his beat-up Cadillac with charred upholstery. That didn’t stop him from smoking. He cut in line, and squeezed into the VIP lounge. He ordered a martini and let her take a few sips, before distracting her and slipping her the ruffies.

#21
She sent her lover away with a fuck he’d never forget. Then cried buckets and marveled at how he’d never cease to make her wet. After months of masturbation she had mastered her etheric cock and when he returned she discovered he was even better in fantasy than bed.