Indian Erotic Novels & Stories

"You simply have options that I don't!" I protested, as my friend Meredith and I continued marinating ourselves in the hotel spa. I waved my hand dismissively at her from across the jacuzzi, shouting through the steam and noise of the spa jets. "You have so much more sexual capital than I do. The guys are falling over themselves to talk to you, and your breasts" -- I mimed cupping and squeezing her ample D-cups -- "they're like beacons to horny guys."

“I need you to relieve me, please eat me!” “Talk dirty to me babe.” Her body moved so gracefully as it slid up mine at our lips locked again. Her hand found my love tunnel again, she pushed just one finger inside me. I was going crazy, I’d become so tight that just that one finger felt like three. My pussy was so tense, it was amazing. She knew all the right places to touch me, I was in heaven. I reached down. I was so dazed with lust I couldn’t remember if she’d taken off her clothes. But when I’d finally gotten my head enough to realize I should give her some attention too we were both completely nude. It was crazy, and I was going crazy.

So, in a mocking tone, I said: “I understand that your intellectual, workaholic daughter has really taken a hit. time to walk on the beach. Wasn't it, Tree? Her lips twitched. — I confess to the walk. It's Damien's fault. He even managed to get me to wear one bikini. And undress him too, I was sure. "I can't wait to meet you." I fixed my eyes on her in a look that said and hear every detail from you, then I turn to Kat. — Nav made you do something unusual? Her eyes sparkled over a spoonful of whipped cream-covered mousse. “He taught me a little thing or two. Indians are extremely polite. Nav stifled a giggle as Kat leaned in and whispered “Kama Sutra” into my ear. heard. - Oh yes? I looked a

Walking back to her desk was the longest journey of Ishita's life. Each step was a reminder of her submission. The thin fabric of her saree rubbed against her swollen, sensitive pussy. Her legs felt weak, like they might give out at any moment. And the smell... the musky, salty smell of Vikram's cum, mixed with her own arousal, clung to her. It was a dirty, public perfume, and she was terrified someone would notice. She sat down at her desk, her body trembling. Her colleague, Priya, a sweet, naive girl from Pune, looked over at her with concern.

His fingers stroked my g-spot perfectly, making my vision go blue, stars exploding behind my eyelids. He pulled away just enough to smirked down at me, his lips shining with my juices. "Look at that," he growled, his voice low and possessive. "You are already leaking for me. Such a fucking bitch." Then he dove back in, this time licking one breast, sucking hard and pulling my nipple harder into his mouth, while his fingers pumped faster and faster in and out of my pussy hole. My wet sounds filled the office, followed by my broken moans. I knew this was bad, this was the man I was supposed to be spying on, and here I was getting fucked by him.

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS EXTREMELY GRAPHIC GANG BANG SCENES, PUBLIC SEX, DEGRADATION, MULTIPLE PARTNERS, AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). READER DISCRETION IS STRONGLY ADVISED. "MELANDA'S POV" My name is Melanda, and I was twenty-one years old when I made the stupidest, hottest decision of my life.

“Is that all?? You can go ahead.” Naomi walked to the bookshelf and bent down. Her skirt lifted high, showing him the blue lace stretched over her ass. She dragged her finger slowly across the spines. “You have a nice collection,” she murmured, pulling one free. She flipped the pages, pretending to read. “Romance.” Her eyes flicked back to him. “Do you have something raw? Something erotic?” "Is that what you want to read?" Raymond asked. "Yeah," she replied. "I love reading erotic stories."

His eyes roamed over my body, taking in every curve and line. He leaned down, his breath hot on my inner thigh. I gasped softly, anticipating his touch. His fingers traced the lace of my thong, sending shivers down my spine. He hooked a finger under the fabric and slowly pulled it aside, exposing my most intimate place. My pussy. His tongue flicked out, tasting me, and I gasped, my back arching off the desk. He sucked and licked, his movements slow and deliberate, driving me wild with desire. I cried out louder, my hands gripping the edge of the desk as waves of pleasure washed over me.

“I’m taking you home Juliette after this.” “Kiss me,” she said. He did and cupped one of her breasts, making her long for more. He stepped back, but her cleavage heaved through the low front of her wrap-around blouse. She had round full breasts, larger than he had realized when he first saw her. They fit his palm perfectly. She was still holding her skirt. They were supposed to walk inside, but he pulled her shirt apart and groaned at the delicate lace that just barely covered her heaving chest. Impulsively, she reached a finger down and touched herself. She had been wet all day. He moaned watching her. She used another finger to circle around her clit the way she had when she was lying on t