Romans & histoires Indian Erotic Story

Her voice was very erotic and I could feel my legs getting lighter just from her first sentence. To feel your body, take your time and use your fingers to trail from your chest to your abdomen and then to your honey pot. Get your body in the mood to fuck itself. Shut your eyes very tight and imagine your body stimulating itself. Speak sexy things, talk dirty too to it and let it consummate. I did exactly as I was told by laying on the bed and spreading my legs slightly ajar, using my hands to fumble my boobs and nipple before stretching out to my abdomen, and cuddling my soft stomach.

I think the little boss lady wants me to do more than just caresses. Since she continues to not react, I must do more to satisfy what I need to do. I straighten up and lift her to place her on her desk, she gives a startled gasp. I prefer not to look at her eyes, I’d be far too afraid to continue. I raise her skirt and spread her thighs, still without looking, and she says nothing, so that’s what she wants! I tear her string off, and I caress the entrance of her string well. She’s quite wet. I take her head and devour her lips. She responds to my kiss. She caresses my shoulders, she lifts my shirt, her hands trace my hard torso. I insert two fingers into her clitoris, she spreads her thighs

“Does this bore you?” “Sorry, Ma’am.” It wasn’t so much that it was boring, it was that it was just stories. He needed more. “And then today, at lunch, I seduced a UPS guy. All tan and muscles, he looked great in his uniform shorts but he looked even better out of them. Nine-inch cock, at a minimum. Straight and thick. And boy could he eat. Someone had trained that boy well. I had three orgasms before we even got to the actual fucking. I thought about you—stuck here, cleaning the bathroom or the kitchen or whatever it was you were doing.”

His gaze dropped to my heaving tits, barely contained by the pulled-up gown, nipples hard and begging. “I know exactly what I’m asking,” I whispered, stepping closer until my body brushed his. “Damien hasn’t fucked me properly in five years. I’m soaked, Ethan. Look at me.” I hiked my gown higher, showing him my dripping pussy, lips swollen and glistening. “Fuck me. Please.” He groaned, a deep sound that vibrated through his chest. His hand came up, hesitant at first, then bold, cupping one of my tits through the fabric. His thumb flicked my nipple, and I moaned softly, arching into him.

Our Secret: My Dirty Tale is a compilation of short erotic stories intended for a MATURE AUDIENCE. Please note that ALL characters in these stories are above the age of consent. I would give a trigger warning, but there are wayyy too many. What to expect? Every kink possible. Every sexual pairing possible. Leave your morals behind, grab a toy or two. God knows you'll need a helping hand 😉*wink* Happy-horny reading! Xo, Athena♡

Lila I have no idea how we got here but I'm too horny to think straight. My fingers are fisting his bulge through his pants with our lips merged together. He tastes like vodka and bad decisions. His lips aren't gentle against mine as he cups my face with one arm and fondles my left boob hard with the other. I'm fucking wet, my panties sticking to my pussy. I groan into his mouth, driven insane by the pressure of his lips and fingers. My body dying with pain and pleasure as he pinches my nipple. His fingers leave my face and he settles them quick in my skirt. He wastes no time to have them in my panties already. A tremor courses through my entire being when he does. It's so much different fro

worshipping each other's lips. "You don't need to learn Disney stories for our kids bedtime..."I said to her. "Huh..why so..."she asked me confused. "Is ours less than a Disney one?"I said..."More magical or dramatic than those.."she replied..."But for bringing them on earth...we should keep practicing..."I said kissing her neck and shoulder length.She kissed my jawline. "We are in garden Randhir..."she moaned when I flop a kiss on her shoulder blade. "Our love story is an open secret now.."I replied and ignored her excuses coz I know she is having hard time to control herself.

Indira looked at Rahayu with a calm look even though her heart was beating strongly. "Of course it does. I can't give myself to a man who can't even promise to love me at all. His wealth may never run out, but he can throw me away at any time if he has no desire to love me at all." Rahayu coquettishly winked at Indira. "In that case, have you gotten what you wanted now?" Indira looked at Rahayu with a calm gaze and asked again, "Does Erga really love you so much that you are willing to carry his child? Are you really pregnant?"

I am Reema, a 20-year-old Indian girl with a body that drives men wild. My thick, creamy thighs and ample bosom strain against the confines of my tight saree, revealing every tantalizing curve. I live with my father-in-law, a paralyzed man with a perverted streak and a 10-inch cock that throbs with desire whenever he sees me.

"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.