Novels by Mha Nitta

Katrina, a stunning 38-year-old woman, sat on the couch in her modern suburban home, her mind filled with dark, taboo desires. Her son, Mitch, was away at college, leaving her alone with her twisted fantasies. She had always been a dominant woman, both in her personal life and in the bedroom, but lately, her cravings had taken a disturbing turn.As she lounged on the couch, sipping a glass of wine, Katrina's bladder began to fill. She set down her glass and stood up, her silk robe clinging to her curves. Instead of heading to the bathroom, she walked over to Mitch's bedroom and knocked on the door. "Mitch, honey, are you in there?" she called out, knowing full well that he wasn't home.She entered the room and sat on the edge of his bed, running her fingers over the comforter. The scent of her son's cologne still lingered in the air, and it made her pulse quicken. Katrina's mind raced with depraved thoughts, and she knew exactly what she wanted to do.She stood up and walked to the ba

The sun hung low in the sky, casting an ominous glow over the small village as the annual catfight tradition began. Villagers gathered around the makeshift arena, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. This year's match-up promised to be the most intense yet – Shirashi, the village's reigning champion, against Aika, a mysterious newcomer with a reputation for being as ruthless as she was beautiful.Shirashi stood confidently in the center of the arena, her long black hair swaying in the breeze. Her husband, the Narrator, watched from the sidelines, a mix of pride and worry etched on his face. He knew his wife was a formidable fighter, but there was something about Aika that made him uneasy.As the two women circled each other, the tension in the air was palpable. Shirashi struck first, lunging at Aika with a flurry of punches. But Aika was quick, dodging each blow with grace and precision. The two women traded blows, their bodies slick with sweat as they battled for dominance.But it

Lucas was a star kicker on his high school football team, known for his powerful leg and keen eye. His best friend and fellow kicker, Kyle, was a close rival, with the two often battling for the top spot in practice. Despite their friendly competition, they remained the closest of friends, united by their shared passion for the game.Kyle came from a wealthy family, with his father Brian owning a successful construction company. Brian was a stern but fair man, with a commanding presence that demanded respect. Lucas, on the other hand, hailed from a humble background, his family struggling to make ends meet.One day, as the two friends were playing hooky from school, they found themselves at Kyle's lavish home. Lucas was in the kitchen, helping himself to a drink, when he accidentally knocked it over, spilling its contents across the floor. On his hands and knees, he began to clean up the mess, his face mere inches from the sticky surface.Just then, Brian entered the kitchen, complete

I sit on my bed, phone in hand, heart pounding with anticipation. It's been weeks since I've seen him, but his voice is enough to set my body ablaze with desire. I answer on the first ring."Hello, Candice," his deep, authoritative tone sends shivers down my spine. "Are you ready for your instructions?""Yes, Sir," I breathe, already imagining him standing before me, those piercing blue eyes boring into mine."Good girl. Now, I want you to slowly strip for me. Take off your clothes piece by piece, nice and slow."I do as I'm told, letting my robe slip off my shoulders and pool at my feet. I can almost feel his gaze on my body, those strong hands caressing my curves."Now, lie back on the bed and spread your legs for me. I want to see that pretty little pussy."I obey, my cheeks flushing with heat as I expose myself to him. Even though he's not physically here, I feel utterly vulnerable, completely at his mercy."Good, now run your hands over your body. Touch yourself like I would."I

I was always proud of my body, especially my ample breasts that stood proudly at 100 centimeters. My husband Graham used to worship them, but lately, he's been different. Unemployment has made him irritable and paranoid. I've tried to support him, but it seems nothing I do is enough.One night, I worked late at the office. As I walked through a dark alley on my way home, I was suddenly grabbed from behind. Strong hands groped my breasts roughly as I screamed. More men emerged from the shadows, their eyes gleaming with lust as they tore at my clothes."Look at these tits," one of them growled, squeezing my breasts until they turned red and swollen. "Fuck, she's got a body made for rape."They dragged me into a nearby building, a abandoned warehouse. I struggled and screamed, but no one could hear me. They took turns violating me, their cocks stretching my pussy and ass raw. They slapped and bit my breasts, pulling on my nipples until I thought they'd tear off. One of them even burned m

I am Hemanth, a 19-year-old Indian boy, living with my parents in a quiet suburban neighborhood. I had always been a shy, introverted kid, but lately, I had developed a fascination with BDSM and pegging. I spent hours online, watching videos and reading stories about dominant women using strap-ons to fuck their submissive male partners. The idea of being dominated, edged, and tortured by a powerful milf consumed my thoughts.That’s when I first noticed her – Priya Aunty, my neighbor. She was a 35-year-old beauty, with long black hair, full lips, and curves that wouldn’t quit. I often caught her staring at me, her eyes lingering on my ass. I knew I was in for something special.One evening, as I was walking home from college, Priya Aunty called out to me. “Hemanth, beta, could you come over for a minute? I need your help with something.”I followed her into her house, my heart pounding in my chest. She led me to her bedroom and closed the door behind us. “I know what you want, Hemanth,