Indian Erotic Novels & Stories

The whole day had been hectic. I took out a bottle of wine and poured myself some. I dropped onto the cushions, remote in hand, and flicked on the TV. Mindless noise to fill the silence. I scrolled through channels, news, reruns, some late night talk shows until I landed on a movie. One of those erotic thrillers, the kind with dim lighting and heavy breathing. I almost changed it, but the scene caught me. A woman alone in a lavish room, silk robe slipping off her shoulder, her hand trailing down her body as soft music swelled.

The touch was soft and smooth, and it sent a jolt through my whole body. Lauren's whole body trembled slightly, and she seemed to really enjoy it. Right now, a man must have been touching her in her dream, and she was loving every second of it. Then she parted her lips slightly and whispered, "Please help me. I need you so badly." I looked down and saw that the sheets beneath her were damp. Everyone around us was already asleep. If I wasn't going to do it now, I never would. I quietly climbed into her bed, and she spread her legs as if on instinct. Everything was right there, ready for me.

She suddenly turned around and rubbed her legs up to both thighs. She sat on the floor and imagined that she was trying to sit on the man's lap while grinding her boy. She saw those things in movies. She tried watching hot movies when she accepted that job offer so she would know what to do. She lifted her hips while holding the floor with both hands. She thought it would be better for her to face the man when she did that, so she stood up again and then slowly sat on the floor. She thinks of his body as she sits. She touched the floor again as her hips lifted. Eventually, her body moved as if something had penetrated inside her. She bit her lower lip as she closed her eyes and grinded slowl

“Fill my tight little virgin pussy with that thick cock of yours. Make me yours.” My fingers slide between my thighs. My breath catches. My heart pounds. My panties are almost dripping. I stand up, letting them fall down my legs, stepping out of them with slow, deliberate grace. My wetness clings to my inner thighs. I drag my skirt up to my waist and sit back on his desk, legs parted, giving in to the fantasy. One finger grazes my clit and my hips buck. It feels electric. I shouldn’t be doing this. I don’t care.

He does the same on the other leg, slower this time so it dries while he’s still applying it, raising goose bumps in its wake and shooting a nerve tentacle of plea- sure to the peak of my clitoris. The rising carries on its journey and I fill my chest with breath to meet it at the tip of my nipple before it retreats back to my pussy. He’s on to a brush now. He swirls my Japanese sable bamboo onto the wet charcoal block, round and round until it’s good and swollen with moisture. He bids me to unfurl my knees and lie back like a Vitruvian man.

"You see how beautiful you are when you're taking my cock?" I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small, silver vibrator. I turned it on. It buzzed softly in my hand. I leaned forward and pressed it against her clit while I continued to fuck her from behind. "Oh god," she cried out. The sudden stimulation on her clit was almost too much. "Keep watching," I ordered. "Watch yourself come."

Ginger Ryan knows all about getting herself off, and boy, is she going to have a blast teaching her new student all of her naughty tricks. Oh, you’re so adorable in that cute red skirt and white blouse. Now take them off slow and easy. Ah, such a lovely young body... to tender and fresh. Oh, yes... that little bra is so perfect for those cute breasts. Yes, slide the straps off your smooth shoulders... oh, wow, look at those cute and pert beauties. Caress them, slide your hands under them and press them together... squeeze those perfect globes lovingly. Feel those rosebud nipples rising up against your palms, and keep caressing the sensitive flesh. Do you feel that cosy warmth building up bet

“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.”

“If it isn’t little Lia the nerd. Come to watch the show?” “I—I’m sorry,” she stammered, clutching her books tighter. Her nipples hardened against her bra. “I didn’t mean to—” “But you’re not leaving.” He turned fully toward her now, cock still in hand, bold and unashamed. A bead of precum glistened at the slit. “You like what you see, don’t you?” Lia’s mouth went dry. Her pussy throbbed. She had touched herself hundreds of times thinking of him, but this was real.

But here, Gavriel was sweating, a surge of passion rising to heat his body from within. Anindira's caressing little finger touched a bead of sweat on Gavriel's neck which was about to drip down, she gently wiped it down to his broad chest, arousing Gavriel's passion even more. Gavriel gave kisses of short duration from her face, and neck, to her chest. Gavriel's hands slipped into her shirt, touching Anindira's breasts. The touch of Gavriel's finger playing and touching her tense nipples made Anindira scream. She was shocked. Anindira's voice, which sounded erotic, made Gavriel even more excited.