Desi Stories Novels & Stories

This is the heart touching story of three beautiful people Dhiya, Akshadh & Janu. Dhiya and Akshadh are Famous Oncologists by profession. Janu is a Social worker. How do these three peoples get connected? What will happen if Dhiya and Janu fall for Akshadh? Whom did Akshadh choose as his life partner? Who is the sufferer? What does the destiny plan for them? Let's together travel with the beautiful journey of love...

His hands venture over her curved body, exploring. They pull apart and open their eyes. They stare at each other, deep into each other's eyes. Hussaini's full of wonder and love, Nafisa's full of curiosity and passion. No words are spoken but a story worthy of them is communicated. He leans in a softly kisses up and down her neck. She lets out little whimpers of anticipation. He works his way back to her tender, smooth lips. As they kiss she rolls him over and lies on top of his strong, muscular body.

Dave’s POV I have heard about Jessie Alviar many times already. People, specifically students, described her as a woman of lust who only knows sex. With her beauty, mature body, and seductive eyes, she can easily wrap the men in her hands whom she desires to fuck. When I saw her in our house wearing only an oversized shirt, I became angry. I don’t know exactly why I was so angry at her, but now I realize why. It is because my son’s fucking her, and damn, even if I’m already married and even if my wife does not deprive me from my lustful needs, I still can’t help but be seduced by her.

Gabriella “I want to stretch you out until you can’t close your legs, Gabriella. I want to watch my brothers fill your mouth and your ass while I bury myself so deep in your pussy you forget your own name. We’re going to paint you in our cum, record every desperate sob you make for us, and then we’re going to make Derek watch his ‘perfect, repressed wife’ transform into our personal, filthy little pet. You’re going to be so used, so thoroughly ruined by the three of us, that you’ll never even remember what his pathetic touch felt like.”

Jen's mind wandered to the blueprints on her desk, the lost project that had slipped away earlier that day because of office politics,her rival, Sarah, swooping in with a smile that hid daggers but even that betrayal paled compared to this: another night of unfulfilled promises in bed, where David's touch left her aching not with pleasure, but with emptiness. She tried to guide him, her voice a whisper laced with desperation. "Slower, David... touch me here." Her hand reached for his, directing it to her clit, but he brushed it away, too focused on his own buildup. "I'm close," he groaned, pounding harder, his face contorted in self-absorbed ecstasy. Jen faked a moan, "Oh... yes," but inside

The summer heat in the suburban house was stifling, even with the AC humming at full blast. Emma sprawled on the living-room couch in her panty shorts—tiny black cotton that hugged her ass like a second skin—and a matching bikini bra that barely contained her full breasts. The fabric was thin, damp with sweat, her nipples faintly visible through the material as she fanned herself with a magazine. Sarah, her roommate, lounged beside her in similar attire, scrolling through N*****x on the big screen. “Horror?” Sarah suggested with a grin. “It’s too hot for anything else need something to give me chills.”

Sofia Reyes killed the engine of her rented Jeep outside the dusty warehouse on the edge of the port city, notebook crammed in her back pocket, camera slung across her chest. Six months chasing this story had taken her from quiet mountain roads to flashy nightclubs to lonely beach towns. Women vanishing. No bodies. No clear pattern at first. But the deeper she dug, the clearer it got and all of them had been restless, bored, aching for something sharper than their safe little lives.

He was undressing her from his eyes . Lift stopped and they got out of it . Nikhil soon went into Room number 502. After a while Sunna got a message from her pimp to go into room number 502 . She knocked on the door saying" Hello, sir . I am Sunna sent by Laxman." Nikhil just came out from shower wearing nothing but towel. He opened the hotel door. Sunna was still looking down and Nikhil got excited by seeing the same girl that he met in lift. His eyes were bright and filled with shine.

"What a waste of a chance to be together!" Desi chose to unpack her luggage because she didn't have time to buy souvenirs. Desi hadn't seen her husband for a long time, so she let go of her homesickness by chatting about Wira, and her daily life. Desi also told Subroto about Riana, but he just answered her without much interest. Desi thought this was because that man was normal, and he was like that when him talked about other people in his family. So she didn't worry about her husband's lack of interest.

" I haven't seen you before blushing with the mention of a girl's name and the fact that you are actually shopping for Indian attire to match her...I doubt if you just consider her a friend." Mike has secretly asked Melissa while shopping to color co-ordinate them without Mary noticing. "It's just I want to try something Desi..." Mike justified "What is desi?" "It's a word Indians use. Actually, Desi is the people, cultures, and products of the Indian subcontinent." "Ok." They reached the mall in 30 minutes. Mary was already sitting in the lobby checking her phone. Upon seeing them she waved them. "Hey.." "Hey" Mike waved back. Mike introduced Melissa to Mary and they then went for brunch. T