Indian Lit Erotica Novels & Stories

He led me through a side door, into a dimly lit lounge with velvet curtains, low couches, the air thick with moans and skin-slapping echoes. Shock rooted me. Other pet boys knelt or bent over—same mesh shorts and harnesses, collars glinting under chandelier light. One arched back, ass pounded by his Don, cries sharp and pleading. Another was on his knees, mouth stuffed full while hands roamed his body. My cock twitched hard, shorts tenting obvious. Palms curled tight at the sight; heat surged through me, unwanted but undeniable. Vittorio tugged the leash, pulling me to a shadowed alcove. Another Don, tall, scarred, eyes hungry, joined us, nodding at Vittorio. “Share?”

I grab her. My lips melt into hers, her skin meeting mine erotically. Her body is hot everywhere I touch her. I take her flimsy skirt off first, my fingers hooking on the hook for second, hesitant, before I rip it open. The skirt tears, revealing her pretty light pink pussy. Have I mentioned how soft her skin is? “Commando?” I say softly, smiling into her eyes, and she doesn't bother with a reply. She's forceful, movements impatient. Her hand pulls my head between her legs and I'm enclosed in their warmth. The heady, sweet scent of her pussy makes me drowsy, drunk.

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

I said to Ginger, as I slipped my hands under her nightshirt and felt her bare ass with both of my hands. "Right, they don't know about our sapphic love affairs yet," said Ginger. "Sapphic, I like that word. Why have we not used it before?" I asked. "Probably because I only just learned it last week while reading a story on Literotica," said Ginger. "Literotica, what's that?" I asked. "Only the best website in the world for erotic literature and the like. You should check it out," said Ginger. "I'll do that when we get back home, it sounds interesting!" I replied.

“Yes. Exactly like that.” His erection pulsed, pressing painfully against his zipper. His eyes roamed over her shamelessly, devouring the sight of her spread open. He had asked for this under the pretense of art, but nothing about the look in his eyes was detached or professional. It was raw. Hungry. Lena shifted slightly, and the movement only made things worse. Damien’s gaze locked onto her core, and she felt goosebumps rise all over her skin. Her body betrayed her, wetness began to gather, subtle but visible, glistening faintly in the soft light.

He was huge, throbbing under her touch. She unzipped him, freeing his cock that was so long, veined, the head already glistening with precum. She stroked him firmly, twisting her wrist at the tip. "This is what you've been thinking about in my lectures, isn't it? Your cock getting hard while I talk about desire in literature." "Every fucking day," he admitted, voice rough. He shoved her skirt up to her waist, finding her soaked panties. Two thick fingers pushed the lace aside and plunged into her slick pussy, curling against that perfect spot inside her.

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS HIGHLY GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT, TABOO STEP-SIBLING DYNAMICS, BLACKMAIL, ROUGH SEX, AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). "LINDA'S POV" I thought I had locked the doors. My parents had gone out for their weekly date night, and my stepbrother Royce was supposed to be at the gym. The house was quiet, the lights dimmed, and I was finally free to do what I’d been craving all day.

I stammered. “I see.” He smirked and continued walking. “So what do you think of erotic books? Do they convey the messages purely like movies do? The expressions, the feelings… everything.” I gulped. “It all comes down to how good the writer is.” I said, trying to steady my voice. “I most times prefer to read erotic books instead of watching erotic movies. “Interesting,” he smiled. “We really do have a lot in common.” “Do you get the urge to do it when you read them?” he continued.

He does the same on the other leg, slower this time so it dries while he’s still applying it, raising goose bumps in its wake and shooting a nerve tentacle of plea- sure to the peak of my clitoris. The rising carries on its journey and I fill my chest with breath to meet it at the tip of my nipple before it retreats back to my pussy. He’s on to a brush now. He swirls my Japanese sable bamboo onto the wet charcoal block, round and round until it’s good and swollen with moisture. He bids me to unfurl my knees and lie back like a Vitruvian man.

She felt herself getting wetter, her panties already soaked from more than just the rain. “Fuck, you taste good,” he muttered. He moved to the other breast, biting gently before soothing it with his tongue. His hand slid down her stomach and under the waistband of her jeans. He pushed them down along with her panties in one rough motion. Mira kicked them off the rest of the way. Now she was completely naked under him. Jake sat back on his knees and looked at her body. His eyes were dark with hunger. “So fucking pretty,” he said.