Indian Lit Erotica の小説・ストーリー

The chrome cage shines in the dim light and Ted lets out a soft, muted laugh. “Someone’s clearly been a bad boy. Let’s show him how his wife is supposed to be fucked, Teddie. Show him how that thick cock can make her cream.” Your body trembles, your lust and want building as you watch his cock stretching her open with each deep stroke. You can hear your wife’s muffled moans, her tongue working across Cathy’s clit and picking up pace as her body starts to shake. Cathy reaches down and squeezes your wife’s hard nipples between her fingers.

As if his presence isn't enough, now I am even more turned on. I squeeze my thighs together, shifting uncomfortably in the chair. "I'm sorry sir." "Sorry?" He slowly makes his way towards me, his eyes still fixed on me and making all my senses flare. I can smell his cologne, a thick mix of chocolate, spirit and cashmere. He stops right in front of me, his form completely enveloping mine. "Do you think sorry will take away the images you've planted in my head? Images of your tight, little cunt?"

⚠️ MATURE AUDIENCE ADVISORY This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and themes intended for mature readers only. By proceeding, you acknowledge that you are 18 years of age or older. Reader discretion is strongly advised. *********** Unlock the door to your darkest fantasies and prepare to lose control. Illicit Affair is an erotic journey where the rules don't apply and inhibition is left at the threshold. From stolen glances in crowded rooms to the slow, agonizing burn of secret encounters, these stories are crafted to push every boundary and satisfy your deepest, most primal cravings.

Long legs, curvy arms, not to mention thin lips decorated with red lipstick Atma's naughty mind wandered, imagining how erotic the woman would be when she was on top of him. “Tsk!” Atma chuckled when he realized he had imagined the wrong thing. Atma admits that he is not a holy man; his nightlife is even more scary. Hasn't that already been said? If the man named Adhyatma Mahavis is famous for his gallantry, which can melt women, With just one blink, two or three women who are willing to accompany him to sleep can sway wildly and fulfill their lustful desires.

“Not some prissy business cunt. Yeah, you’re gorgeous, hot as fucking hell, but deep down, you’re just a dirty little slut who needs her holes used, aren’t you?” Letty couldn’t stop, wouldn’t, even if a gun was jammed to her head. She kept grinding, her hips snapping with brutal, relentless force, her eyes rolling so far back they showed only whites, utterly consumed, loving every raw, agonizing inch of his cock relentlessly plowing deep inside her.

“Although the erotic scenes are beautifully written, the plot is hella boring.” Theo let out a deep chuckle, leaning back on the couch. “Finally, someone that gets it. I mean, it has so much potential to be a blast, right?” “Exactly,” Nico continued to flip through the book. “Sex is cool and all but it’s boring when it happens without any plot. You know what I mean?” Theo scoffed. “You mean like these p**n videos that just get into the whole thing without any prior action.” Nico watched him quietly, the corners of his lips tilted up in a small smile. “You sound like you know your game.”

The silence made my thighs clench. "What kind of dreams?" he asked, still calm. "I shouldn't say." "You came here to let it out," he answered simply. I held in my breathing. "They're... sexual. I wake up soaked. Aching. And ashamed." "Go on." I let my head rest against the wooden panel behind me. My eyes closed. "He touches me in ways no one ever has. And I let him. I want it. God, I want it so bad." The words spilled out, broken and messy. "Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days."

Something aching to be molded. I met him in my Tuesday night workshop. "Erotics of Language"—a curated space for writers who wanted to learn how to use sensuality in storytelling. Most came in with curiosity or thinly veiled hunger. He came in with a notebook gripped like a lifeline and questions trembling on his lips. I noticed him in the third session. He waited until everyone had left to speak to me. “I—um—can I ask you something… off the record?” I folded my arms, tilted my head. “You just did.”

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