Indian Adult Stories Novels & Stories

Sex starved Indian mother seduces her son. This is a story of how a sex starved Indian mother of a 19 year old son seduces him and starts enjoying the carnal pleasures again. ***** Varsha along with her son Raju had come to attend her youngest sister's wedding. Large number of relatives had come for the festive occasion. Though the house of her parents was big, it was not large enough to accommodate all of them in separate bedrooms. Because of this Varsha, her son, her sister in law, her brother, and his two small daughters shared a bedroom and were sleeping on the mattresses laid on the floor.

A man hit by a car in New York in 1977 got up uninjured, but lay back down in front of the car when a bystander told him to pretend he was hurt so he could collect the insurance money. The car then rolled forward and crushed him I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

you are permitted and can ask them He nodded slowly. “Yeah.” “Ask.” He took a breath. “Why?” She didn’t flinch, she just leaned back against the cushions, looked at the ceiling for a second. “Simple answer? Money.” He waited. She exhaled. “My mom got sick when I was eighteen, she had cancer, it went real bad, bills were coming in faster than we could pay. I was working two jobs, at a café in the day, and at a bar at night and still we were drowning in debt. Someone offered me $500 for just lingerie photos. I said yes because we needed to eat. Then they offered more for videos. I said yes again. And again. And again.”

I panicked, Jax slipping out the window like a ghost. Body aching, pussy throbbing, I dressed slow, cum still inside. Downstairs, his eyes met mine over coffee promise of more anytime. The weekend? Far from over.

There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”

Hi, everyone! This is Curvy Writes, and first things first: I need to take a deep, dramatic bow and then just collapse on the nearest couch. Because, people, we did it! I just want to say a massive, soul-hugging, confetti-tossing THANK YOU to every single one of you who has been reading my short story, "In Her Skin." Seriously, from the bottom of my slightly exhausted but extremely grateful heart, thank you. You guys have been the absolute best audience a writer could ask for.

“I didn’t plan for us to have sex Aiden, I’m married to your father for fuck’s sake… I don’t know what you expect me to say” “I expect you to tell the truth” I replied “tell me how much you enjoyed last night. Tell me how my dick felt better than dad’s could ever. Tell me how much more you want me. How much you want to taste me. How much you want to be wrapped around my arms. Tell me how good our sex filled the void dad left behind…tell me…tell me all of it”

The Italian rolled off his tongue so easily and the goosebumps spread across my arms and up the back of my neck so fast it startled me. The cold office suddenly felt several degrees too warm. "What does that mean?" I whispered before I could stop myself. "Why don't you come to my office right now and take my cock into that sweet little mouth of yours. Maybe then I'll tell you what it means." His voice rasped hotly. My breath hitched. Hot heat rushed between my legs immediately and crossing them tighter right now was not helping in the slightest. "Why don't you go pay a sex worker to come suck your cock day and night,

Her fingers slid easily back inside me, picking up where I left off , withdeep, steady strokes that made fresh wetness leak out. “He won’t be interested in you like that, Maya,” she said softly but firmly, curling her fingers against my G-spot while her thumb circled my clit. “Dad likes experienced women — women who know how to ride a cock properly, not innocent virgins who’ve only been fingered by their best friend.”

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.