Novel & Cerita Indian Erotica

’ I groaned, squeezing the electrified, handful mounds, sending current sparking all through me. I shook out my long, black tresses and kneaded my tan-lined boobs, pink nipples jutting rigid, sniffing the salty air, buzzing with anticipation. The Koreans were kissing each other again, Kim’s strong hands plying Jang mi’s plump buttocks, Jang mi grabbing kin ’s head and savaging his mouth. I inched twitching fingers up to my straining nipples, my whole body shaking, heavy with erotic heat. And then…rain hissed down.

Her eyes were wide, haunted, but also glittering with a dark, excited fire. She was his. The thought sent a shiver of pure, undiluted lust through her. She was no longer just Ishita, the small-town girl trying to make it in Mumbai. She was Vikram Rathore's dirty little secret. His pet. She got dressed, her hands trembling slightly. What does one wear to be owned? She chose a simple cotton saree, a pale yellow one. But then she remembered his rules. Or rather, the rule he had hinted at. She took a deep breath and, with a sense of nervous excitement, she reached into her drawer and pulled out her most daring lingerie. A black, sheer bra that did nothing to hide her dark, hard nipples, and a ma

“Please.” He relents to my pleading. My eyes roll back as he slides into me with a little more pressure, but still in slow motion like the first time. I tilt my head backwards and part my lips to allow uncontrollable moans to escape. My toes curl as he slides in and out of me with such skill that can rival the Greek gods – not that I’ve had sex with the Greek gods, but this is how I imagine it. My fingers dig into the sheets, and I can no longer string a word. Moans and gasps are the only things I know how to say.

"You haven't had a wax or a facial since before you were pregnant with Pennayyy. Yes, right there. Don't stop, you little fucker. Lick it. Lick it good. Suck this pussy just like you should." Addy ran The Hedonism Spa, the best private spot for miles. Clearly, she practiced what she preached. "Should I call back when you're finished?" I asked flatly. "No... no... I'm almost close," she gasped. I heard a muffled grunt from a man. "Oh, Baljitttttt. More tongue, yes." A few seconds of frantic groaning followed before a man's voice came through, thick with an Indian accent and heavy satisfaction. "Hmmm, my little munchkin, you had a large one, heh."

He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen. The thought made my nipples, still exposed in the cool air, tighten again. I hadn’t had dirty thoughts about a man other than Nathan. I certainly hadn’t ever had phone sex with anyone besides him. I felt both aroused and ashamed.

Grabbing my pen, I start to scribble on my diary again. "He looked at me! He fucking looked at me and I am so wet already! Gosh! I just want him to dig his fingers into my pussy and finger fuck me to tears. I don't care that he's a shady man with a mysterious life, I just want to be fucked by him! Imagine what it would feel like to be naked under him, and to have those lips around my nipples, and then have his fingers stroking my clit until I can't breathe anymore." I don't realize that I am squeezing my thighs together as my scribbling turns into vivid images in my head.

The chat went wild, replaying that line: ‘Are you completely insane? Okay, I was out of tricks. I’m just a flimsy, pitiful, helpless erotica heroine. No sudden superhuman survival skills kicking in at the eleventh hour. I threw up my hands. No point fighting it anymore. “You don’t believe me? Fine. Ask him yourself later. Let’s see…” I pretended to think. “Why don’t you start with… ‘Did she kiss you yesterday?’ How about that?” Right then, the system chimed in again.

On the screen, a muscular top was destroying a younger guy’s ass in a brutal doggy-style, the bottom moaning like a cheap slut, begging to be fucked to stupor. Elena was whispering along with him, “Fuck me harder, fuck my hole,” her fingers plunging in and out in perfect rhythm. She came so hard she didn’t even notice me standing in the doorway at first. The second time was even something else. She was on the living room couch, skirt around her waist, no panties, one leg hooked over the armrest. Two hung studs were spit-roasting a eager bottom on our TV — one thick cock slamming down his throat, the other pounding his ass raw.

Priya ran her hands through her hair, over her shoulders, down her spine. “I want to taste you,” Priya said against her mouth. Dara shivered. “Yeah,” she breathed. “Yes.” Priya moved down her body, kissing her throat, her chest, taking her time at her breasts until Dara’s back arched. Kissed down her stomach. Her hip. Settled between her thighs. She put her mouth on her. Dara grabbed the headboard with both hands. Priya worked her slowly, learning what made her hips lift, what made that particular broken sound come out of her. She pushed three fingers inside her and felt her stretch and heard the sound she made and kept her tongue on her clit and drove her up steadily.

“Oh my God…” She presses on, her eyes holding mine, her voice raw. “So I suggest you just do as they say. Honestly, it’s not like it will kill you.” Her next words slice me open. “It’s just pleasure, Anita.” I recoil, my lips trembling. She continues, her tone strangely matter-of-fact, almost rehearsed. “I mean, you’ve already been with him once. And… he is very good in that aspect. He knows how to give women pleasure, the kind they can’t forget. That’s why they keep coming back. I’ve… I’ve lived with it for two years now. So, no, it won’t kill you. It won’t hurt you. And he’s very clean—trust me. No diseases, nothing to worry about. And he’s generous. Very generous. If you satisfy him, he’l