Desi 49 Novels & Stories

His hands made their way to my back, loosening my dress. Then he stared at my breasts. “These fucking tits” he breathed in my ears as he used his hands to fondle my breasts. Massaging them, and circling my swollen nipples. Everywhere began to feel hot. I couldn’t hold in anymore as he pinched my nipples and used his finger to circle on them.

“Please, come with me.” Chained to the wall on the opposite side of the room, I stared at Laila, who struggled against the restraints, and for the first time, I really had the chance to admire her body. Dark brown hair cascaded past her shoulders. Huge brown eyes watched me as I watched her. Her breasts were bigger compared to her smaller frame, bouncing slightly every time a vibration shot through each of us. “You’re so fucking sexy,” I whispered, pussy tightening on the vibrator for the umpteenth time in the past couple hours.

*This is another one from an unpublished book. It is a bit dark in the middle, but gets steamy at the end.* Destiny Stepping out of the shower, I walked into my closet and looked for the perfect dress. Tonight was going to be special since we didn't have to hide anymore, no matter where we went. I decided on one of my favorites, a fuchsia sleeveless bodycon mini club party dress. I let my towel drop to the floor and I slide the dress on. I went over to my shoes and decided on a pair of silver heels to go with it. I walked out of the closet and into the bathroom where Jasmine was now getting ready.

They both turned fully toward the exit tunnel. More passengers began streaming out pulling roller bags. They stood there, using their eyes to look at every passenger who walked out so as to not miss the face they came for. Finally, she appeared. Didi stepped through the doorway carrying a medium-sized suitcase, a light scarf draped over her shoulders. She was fair-skinned, moderate height, pleasantly rounded and chubby in a way that spoke of good meals and a happy life. Her brown hair was pulled into a neat bun, silver threads catching the fluorescent light. But it was her eyes that stopped Charlotte’s breath. They were storm-gray, exactly like Johnny’s… bright with warmth and intelligence

Sumire viciously added making Charlotte hang her mouth open. "Are you saying I'm a wanton woman?! How dare you!" Charlotte hissed angrily. "You heard me right? Look at yourself, you have no decency and modesty. You're the perfect definition of a wanton woman." Sumire then smirked and sip the wine to annoy Charlotte more. "I think you misunderstood. Ms. Charlotte De Mavius is a suitable wife for my eldest grandson. She is an heiress to a Mafia clan which is lacking in your family." Don Zagreus calmly said.

"Disha I am sorry but I have a far urgent matter to deal with right now." "Wait! Wait! You are Disha Irani, the dectective tv series actress?" Mahi suddenly asked curiously looking at the woman. Well, yes she did look like that half Parisian and half Indian beauty who's tv series was at the top of TRP from last many weeks.