Indian Erotica Books Novels & Stories

“Hmm… I think you need to satisfy your curiosity.” Aria frowned. That didn’t sound like a real solution. “Don’t worry,” Elda leaned in as if she were about to share a secret. “You can do it on your own. I have books,” she said. Aria looked confused. “Books?” “Erotic books.” “What?” Aria’s eyes widened. “They’re written by women and sold secretly to other women. My friends and I got our hands on a few. You need to read them, my lady. You’ll enjoy them.”

She automatically closed her eyes when his mouth was nibbling one of her ears. His hand immediately went inside the loose shirt she was wearing. He immediately touched one of her healthy breasts. "Unggghhh... C-clayyyy," she moaned as she called his name. His hand was already squeezing one of her breasts as he licked her ear. His tongue went down her neck as his hand also went down to the thin shorts she was wearing. She was just surprised when his hand was already inside her panties and he was feeling her femininity. "Ohhhhh... Hmmm ..." her body was so hot as she moaned.

She smiled and ended 'I do sound it don't I? Julia rarely smiled, at least not at work, but when she did it lit up the entire room. 'A bit,' I conceded, 'seriously though. Have you ever read any erotica?' 'No. I just don't like all that foul language.' 'Eroticism is in the mind,' I argued, 'you don't need bad language to be erotic but equally the language of love, however crude, is nearly always erotic to some. Look I've just finished reading a story that I think you'll like. Why don't you read that and then decide?'

Some days she’d climb on top and ride him slow and deep, her hair falling around them like a curtain while she whispered how much she loved feeling him stretch her. One Thursday evening Priya decided to cook his favorite butter chicken wearing nothing but a tiny black apron and high heels. The sight of her bare ass and the soft sway of her heavy tits as she moved around the kitchen had Ethan hard before she even turned on the stove. He couldn’t wait. He came up behind her, bent her over the counter, and slid into her soaked pussy in one smooth thrust. “Fuck, yes,” Priya moaned, gripping the edge of the counter. “Take what you want.”

He continued, voice dropping lower. “An erotic novel. Quite explicit. The heroine was bent over her boss’s desk, skirt around her waist, getting fucked hard while he called her a dirty little slut.” My cheeks burned bright red. I wanted the floor to swallow me whole. I had been reading during my short break, thinking no one would return. I opened my mouth to apologize, but no words came out. Adrian stood up slowly and walked around the desk like a predator. He stopped right in front of me, towering over my seated form.

The VIP room was small and dark, lit only by a faint purple light that made Layla’s skin look like glowing silk. She stood in the center of the room, and the three men, Marcus, Jax, and Leocouldn't breathe just looking at her. She was built with incredible curves, her waist tiny and her hips wide and heavy. Her breasts were the best part; they were huge, round, and so heavy they swayed beautifully with every step she took. The skin on her chest was pale and soft, and her nipples were dark and hard, poking out like they were begging to be tasted. She reached back and unhooked her gold bra, letting her heavy breasts fall free, bouncing softly as they were released. The men groaned at the sight

His hands made their way to my back, loosening my dress. Then he stared at my breasts. “These fucking tits” he breathed in my ears as he used his hands to fondle my breasts. Massaging them, and circling my swollen nipples. Everywhere began to feel hot. I couldn’t hold in anymore as he pinched my nipples and used his finger to circle on them.

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.

He ate my pussy so desperately and with the camera in view I came on his face, forcing his head to my crotch to drink every drop of cum. He obliged, drinking all of it. Then I got up and pushed him onto the back seat of the Jeep, sliding off the cock ring. The fishnets and blue lingerie hugged my body as I climbed over him, and impaled my swollen cunt onto his thick ten-inch cock in one brutal motion. I bounced on him like crazy, building a fast rhythm with my hips. My ass slapped against his thighs as I moved and my breasts jiggled inside the sheer lace. Digging my nails in his chest, I increased my pace, bouncing even more till my breasts spilled out of the lingerie. His groans sounded lik

"Bend over the desk. Ass up, legs spread." I scrambled up, skirt hiked to my waist, tits spilling out as he ripped my blouse open—buttons pinging across the floor. Cool wood hit my nipples, hardening them more. I arched my back, pussy exposed, lips puffy and dripping, clit peeking out begging. He stepped behind, rubbing his cock along my slit slow, coating himself in my juices. The fat head nudged my entrance, parting folds, but didn't push in. "Beg for it, Mira. Beg your boss to ruin this married pussy."