Erotic Desi Stories Novels & Stories

He bucked his hips into my hand. "You like that?" he growled. "Like feeling how hard you make my cock?" "Yes," I said, squeezing him tighter. "I want it now." He yanked my dress up to my waist fast. My black lace panties were dark and wet. His fingers hooked the edge and slid under. He found my swollen clit and rubbed slow circles. "So wet," he said, voice thick. "Your pussy is dripping for a stranger. Begging for my cock already." I whimpered and my head fell back against the door with a thud. "Don't stop... please."

, Porishma Das (Female Protagonist of book 2 'Sexiest Monster and His Possession) •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• ~ Description Of The Stories & Introduction Of The leads :- • Second Story : Sexiest MONSTER And His Possession {Davis-Porishma} [Warning heavy 18+ mature & sensitive Content] DAVISH' GREY POV:- The very first time, I saw her at my business partner's office. It was her first day and She was sipping her coffee. Yummmm, I wanted to fuck her sweet little mouth. The second time I saw her, i wanted my tongue to roamed all over her body. The third time, I saw her with another man, I wished to fuck her pussy mercilessly that she will never imagine about another man. I desired m

[Warning! Lesbian Content Ahead!] ***** Back to the interrogation room, Detective Adrian looked the hooker sympathetically and asked, “Are you going to tell me where you stole the money, or not?” Meanwhile, she slipped her fingers back to her crack and forced two fingers inside her warm c*nt. Immediately, she rolled her face to the ceiling and groaned, suddenly arching her toes. Trembling under waves of ecstasy, Detective Adrian added, “If you won't tell me where you got the money, I'll play with your p*ssy until you cry.”

I responded calmly, running my hands through his bare but hairy chest, making my way down his torso but he stopped me, gripping my hands hard causing me to whimper. “No, this is not the same, we've been fucking. Something we call a hate fuck where I'm from, but now it feels like you are trying to create a connection with me.” A man with experience like him would know if he was being played. “And who says I'm in love with you?, I want no connection to a murderer” I threw back, I was desperate and i had nothing left to lose, going back to an empty house these past weeks had been rough and I kept reliving the image of my father's lifeless body in the living room, so if I had to sell out myself

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

“You’re too fucking sexy to be here alone. Come with me.” I follow him without hesitation, my heart racing. The restroom door locks behind us. The second it clicks, he pushes me against the wall and kisses me hungrily. His tongue dominates mine as his hands roam my body — squeezing my full tits through the thin dress, pinching my hard nipples until I moan into his mouth. He drops to his knees right there on the dirty floor, yanking my thong aside. “Such a pretty little Indian pussy,” he growls, spreading my lips with his thumbs. “Already dripping for a stranger.”

I didn’t stop until she was trembling and whimpering, riding out every wave. When I finally stood up, she looked wrecked–blouse open, breasts exposed, skirt bunched around her waist, face flushed and glasses slightly askew. I freed my aching cock from my jeans, stroking it slowly as I stepped between her legs again. “Tell me you want this,” I said, rubbing the thick head of my cock against her slick folds. “Tell me you want your student to fuck you right here on your desk.” Ariana’s eyes were dark with lust. She bit her lip, hesitation flashing across her face one last time.

“But we can still smell last night on you. It makes us want more.” The others materialized around us. Elias with his wicked grin, already shedding his shirt. Seraphine in a sheer black gown that left little to the imagination, her fiery hair loose and wild. Viktor and Damien, both shirtless, their powerful bodies radiating barely contained lust. They surrounded me completely, cool hands sliding over the crimson silk, tracing the lines of my body with possessive familiarity.

Lila I have no idea how we got here but I'm too horny to think straight. My fingers are fisting his bulge through his pants with our lips merged together. He tastes like vodka and bad decisions. His lips aren't gentle against mine as he cups my face with one arm and fondles my left boob hard with the other. I'm fucking wet, my panties sticking to my pussy. I groan into his mouth, driven insane by the pressure of his lips and fingers. My body dying with pain and pleasure as he pinches my nipple. His fingers leave my face and he settles them quick in my skirt. He wastes no time to have them in my panties already. A tremor courses through my entire being when he does. It's so much different fro

Diavolo chugged down another glass as he watched the whore in front of him reach to her back and unclasped her bra. She rolled it down her shoulders and threw it to the floor. Her boobs dangled from the result. Usually, he would be impressed but then again, he wasn't. He had met all sorts of women. He had slept with all kinds as well. It doesn't matter how sexy she looked. What matters is if she would be able to take him, all of him for the rest of the night.