Erotic Story Indian Novels & Stories

"Hillian told me everything about you. How you look when you cum. How long you’ve been untouched by the old man. How you touched yourself in his room that day. I listened to every word he told me." My throat had gone dry by now, I looked from one face to the other. Hillian squeezed my hands. "I’m asking you again. Do you want this? From both of us." I should have said no, I should have stood up and walked out. Instead I let my body answer first, I could feel myself getting excited. I had never had sex with two people before. It had always been a fantasy I kept private, but now it was standing in front of me actually playing out in real time. "Yes," I whispered.

"You haven't had a wax or a facial since before you were pregnant with Pennayyy. Yes, right there. Don't stop, you little fucker. Lick it. Lick it good. Suck this pussy just like you should." Addy ran The Hedonism Spa, the best private spot for miles. Clearly, she practiced what she preached. "Should I call back when you're finished?" I asked flatly. "No... no... I'm almost close," she gasped. I heard a muffled grunt from a man. "Oh, Baljitttttt. More tongue, yes." A few seconds of frantic groaning followed before a man's voice came through, thick with an Indian accent and heavy satisfaction. "Hmmm, my little munchkin, you had a large one, heh."

Pushing my hips forward, I slowly began grinding against his face, head thrown back due to ecstasy. He groaned against my clit, the vibration sending waves of pleasure ripping through me. He pressed his tongue deeper, sucking and flicking me with practiced strokes. My fingers tangled into his hair, pulling him close. Ethan had removed my gown now, such that it was hunched up at my waist and my nipples were bare, standing proudly under the dim kitchen lights. His large hand moved to caress my left breast before taking the other bud into his mouth. The dual sensation made me let out a loud moan.

“You want me to...” He nodded. “Suck your nipple. Suck it as if I were there.” I lifted one breast, bending down slightly, and allowing my tongue to circle my nipple. Within seconds, it was hard against my tongue. I sucked, flicking my tongue across both my nipples and around my areolas. An electric sensation coursed through my body as I slipped my hand between my thighs, stroking my already-sensitive clit. “Tell me what you’re doing,” he asked between ragged breaths as he stroked his dick, now visible, its head shiny and coated with a generous amount of precum. “Tell me.”

But one thing what is this Akshit thing? " ragini what you mean by she is not ready to accept me as Akshit? "I asked " Dada the story you read it's boudi's story. She is the writer of the story.. And it's your past.. You know that Akshit was Sanvi's husband.. "Ragini said and realisation hit me. That's why the story attracted me so much.. " OK Ragini I understand that what you did not one thing from now you will not give her that shit understood? "I asked she nodded

She murmured and not even a minute passed before I heard her soft snores as she slipped into sleep, exhausted and satisfied. It was so fucking crazy… whoever would've thought that once upon a time I’d go to India and fall head over heels in love with an Indian beauty, now my wife and my lioness. Not me for sure. ____ A. Gupta

- Later, over breakfast she explained things a little about the second time. She had caught a news item once, an old shipwreck was discovered and it triggered her into making her sole adventure in writing an erotic story, taking parts of the old trashy pulp story she read and punching it up with more erotic content. At first it was just the title, "Lady McGrady's Adventures In The Indies," about a lady who is taken by pirates off her small boat.

“Says the Alpha who gave his Luna oral sex in dream land.” “That would actually a very interesting story plot.” “Exactly why we should be doing more adventurous things while fucking…to spice up our lives and make good story plots.” “Hmm.” “Yeah, you mentioned one time that Everlery likes writing…she can write erotica stories with what we do and who knows? We might be the inspiration to a bestseller book.”

I laughed awkwardly. “Yeah, but you said you came in here to find something else, what's that?” His face was back to being serious and I broke contact from his eyes, he came really close, towering above me.”red? What were you searching for? He repeated firmily “proof that you have a girlfriend or wife and family back in India” I replied drily , burying my head in the ground , feeling ashamed of my own actions. Then I heard him laugh loudly, so loud making me feel even more embarrassed.

“What is wrong?!” She sniffles aggressively, mascara threatening rebellion. “I’m crying like a goddamn baby looking for some baby formula because…” her voice cracks wildly “because this is so fucking amazing that I think no fucking person deserves to read this, this is the best fucking story you’ve ever had and dammit India, I just can’t…” She breaks into another sob. I blink. “That’s like three fucking’s in a sentence,” I deadpan. “Baby girl,” she grabs my cheeks dramatically, “the whole world will be screaming India Seethal when this work drops!”