Indian Erotica Novels & Stories

“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

The screens showed live feeds of other rooms, and other people. A couple in one room was fucking on a table, the woman bent over while two men took turns. In another, a woman was tied spread-eagle, a man teasing her with a vibrator while she begged. Clara’s breath caught. Heat flooded between her legs. She was instantly wet. Julian sat on the couch and pulled her onto his lap, her back to his chest. His hand slid under her skirt, fingers pushing her soaked panties aside. “Watch them,” he said against her ear.

Denver smiled as he felt the kick in his veins whoosh into his bloodstream as she moved in her black, see-through panties. India dragged her hands along her bare thighs to her waist and the curves of her breasts. When India brushed her hands along her neck and face before spearing her fingers into her hair. Never stretched out his hand, asking her to bring all that lushness to him. "Look at you."

‘Sebastian Wolfe, are you telling me that you have developed a wedding henna tattoo fetish? He came over her then and she exulted in his solid weight between her legs which she was already opening to entice him to a more intimate position. Between kisses, he growled, ‘I have an Aneesa Adani fetish. Just be thankful that I got the whole unwrapping-the-Indian-princess-on-her-wedding- night out of my system. Otherwise I’d have you laden down with jewels and in a sari all over again. As it is I’m willing to settle for a simple white dress, no shoes, our baby bump and the tattoo….’

Her fingers grazed her breasts, teasing the hardened tips of her nupples before sliding lower, tracing down her stomach to the opening between her thighs. Damien’s breath caught. His trousers tightened painfully, the ache nearly unbearable. He wanted to just bang the door open and bend her over and fuck the living hell out of her body but it was against his work description. He has never felt this way for any model before,it was always posing,drawing and paying off. She gasped softly, her hand moving in slow circles, her legs quivering as she touched herself. Her reflection in the mirror revealed everything, her flushed face, her parted lips, the way her eyes fluttered shut as though she wer

My pulse hammered in my ears as I flipped it open near the middle while my eyes scanned the elegant handwriting across the pages. "She is just twenty, shy, innocent the type of girl who smiles so innocently when someone looks at her tits for so long. I want to ruin that innocence slowly and filthy. Spread her legs wide on my desk and teach her how to take every inch of my cock down to her tight throat until she gags and drools, spit running down her chin. I want to watch her pussy stretch around me while she cries and calls me daddy, begging me to pump her full of cum until her belly swells with my baby and everyone knows who owns that cunt of hers." Heat rushed straight to my face, then dri

As a result, I was spending more and more time online reading erotic stories and looking at various websites. The sites I like most feature amateur and voyeur photos. There's just something about "the girl next door" that really gets me going. I'd much rather look at a real woman than some airbrushed, so-called "ideal." The idea that regular women are generous enough to take their clothes off so I can admire their beautiful bodies is an incredible turn-on for me. Unfortunately, Linda, my wife, doesn't always share my enthusiasm for surfing the web for p**n. Consequently, I have to sneak my viewing.

Still, doubt creeps in as I focus on her eyes, “Is this the right thing for you though?” She looks at me for a long minute, before finding my hand and leading it down her body. Her boobs, soft and perky, her flat stomach, and finally deeper. Past her panties and I feel her wetness. My hand is soaked, and she groans when my hand comes into contact with her dripping pussy. The sound is so sexy, so raw. “Just from that kiss, my love. We can talk about whether it's right tomorrow.” I don't need any other confirmation. I grab her.

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

Destiny Ryder, 28 and virgin, craves her first taste of sin. At Adult Fun Inc., she strips bare, blindfolded, and ready. A stranger’s tongue teases her nipples and licks her dripping wet puss*y, then thrusts deep into her virgin cunt, breaking her virginity open with wild pleasure. Sweaty and free, she’s hooked—but someone’s watching, promising hotter nights ahead. NB: This steamy collection of hot erotic and steamy stories unleashes Destiny’s story and more: sultry tales of lust, tangled bodies, and forbidden thrills.