Erotic Indian Novels & Stories

Derick, who had no idea what I have just done. I touched my lips, then my neck, then lower—just once, through my skirt—and felt her breath catch. I grabbed my bag, got out of the car, and walked toward the apartment. I walked into the apartment still feeling Mr. Grant’s cum leak out of me with every step. Derick was on the couch in a t-shirt and sweatpants, scrolling on his phone. He looked up and smiled. “Hey, baby. Long day?” “Yeah.” I went straight to the shower, but I didn’t wash between my legs. I left his cum inside me on purpose. When I came out in just a towel, Derick was already hard. He pulled me onto the bed and kissed me like he always did—soft, familiar, safe.

“This is serious. And he knows I’m not ready to do it right now, but we’re spending alone time tonight, and if other stuff happens, I want to be prepared.” India pursed her lips, her lime green hair twisted in a braided bun and her eyes narrowed. “Maverick knows you’re a virgin, right?” “Yeah, he knows.” “He’ll take it easy on you, and if he doesn’t, I’ll put my size eight boot up his pee-hole.” I chuckled. “I know he’ll be easy on me, India, I just, I don’t want to look stupid.”

I cried out louder, my hands gripping the edge of the desk as waves of pleasure washed over me. Damien's hands moved to my breasts, squeezing them through the fabric of my blouse. I could feel my nipples hardening, aching for his touch. He trailed kisses up my stomach, his tongue circling my navel before moving higher. He pushed my blouse aside, exposing my bra. With a swift movement, he unclasped it, freeing my breasts. His mouth captured one nipple, sucking it while his hand played with the other. I whimpered, my body writhing under his touch, my pleasure building to a crescendo.

"You wouldn't dare. Anyway, I got my eyes on someone." I felt a tiny spark of the old Danny coming back. The one who liked to gossip and talk about boys instead of wondering if his mother hated him or not. "Who?" "The Indian guy, Rojit or what was his name?" I snorted so hard it hurt. The idea of Erica, who is basically a human hurricane with a man like Rojit was hilarious. Rojit looked like he hadn't smiled since the nineties, even if he did it always looked so...fake.

he commands. And I do, crying out as the orgasm rolls through me. But he doesn’t stop. Just keeps pumping his fingers, working me through it and building toward another one. “Too…sen…si..tive,” I gasp. “I know. But you can take it.” He leans down and takes my nipple into his mouth, sucking hard while his fingers continue their relentless rhythm. The combination of sensations is overwhelming. I come again, harder this time, my whole body shaking. “That’s two,” he murmurs against my breast. “Let’s see how many more we can get.”

“This’ll make it a damn sight clearer of what I feel for you. I wanna touch you, Indy. Right here. With your back up to the wall. I wanna suck your nipples through your flimsy shirt. Taste how anger changes the sweet flavor of your skin. When that ain’t enough contact, I’ll lift up your shirt so I can pull those pretty pink nipples in my mouth, rollin’ my tongue around the hoops. I’ll suck hard, suck deep, suck for a good, long time.” Colt’s words set her blood on fire. “That ain’t all. I wanna go down on you. Yank off your jeans. Rip aside your panties and finger you until you’re nice and wet. Then I’ll drop to my knees and taste you. Gently at first. Lick a path from the top down to where

"When I was browsing a bookshop recently, I came across this. It was being sold openly. The illustrations inside are deeply improper, and the woman depicted in them is my cousin." It was an erotic picture book. The woman's face was never shown, yet her poses were overtly seductive, and a rose-shaped birthmark was on her waist. Eleanor frowned. "What is this? How do you know the woman in these pictures is Charlotte?" Yvonne's voice rang out clearly across the hall. "Because my cousin has the exact same rose birthmark on her waist." The room erupted. Every pair of eyes turned toward me, and the looks on their faces said everything. One moment away from becoming Crown Princess, and now this. Ho

She said, "Don't worry about it. Look all you want. It's not like I'm going to lose anything." She really didn't care. She was showing off her smooth legs right in front of me and letting me stare all I wanted. I smiled back and said, "You're really something. Those are the prettiest legs I've ever seen." And just like that, we started chatting back and forth. It turned out that her name was Lauren Ward. She had a boyfriend, but he could never satisfy her. Every time they were together, he would be done after just a few moments. The more frustrated Lauren became, the more she craved release, so she started using toys to take care of herself.

Her voice is delicious, and the sound of it slides straight between my legs and it makes my clit throb with need. My body has never reacted to anyone like this before…. Well, except the cute barista. But my pussy…. That has never throbbed before even when I see the barista. But right now? It’s uncontrollable. “I’m Lira, a succubus, as you can see.” She laughs, the sound sultry and seductive. “And I can smell your need from here. That shy little pussy’s been aching for years, hasn’t it?” I try to speak, try to tell her that this is just a mistake, but the words die in my throat like always. My cheeks burn. My soaked panties cling to me.

As a result, I was spending more and more time online reading erotic stories and looking at various websites. The sites I like most feature amateur and voyeur photos. There's just something about "the girl next door" that really gets me going. I'd much rather look at a real woman than some airbrushed, so-called "ideal." The idea that regular women are generous enough to take their clothes off so I can admire their beautiful bodies is an incredible turn-on for me. Unfortunately, Linda, my wife, doesn't always share my enthusiasm for surfing the web for p**n. Consequently, I have to sneak my viewing.