Indian Sex Story Novels & Stories

“Fuck. Fuck.” India craved that burst of male heat inside her, not trapped in a condom. She wanted to stand up and see his seed trickling out of her sated and swollen sex. “God, woman, the things you do to me.” After he pulled out, India collapsed on the bed. Vaguely she heard the toilet flush. The rustle of his clothes. Then his yummy scent surrounded her. “Mmm. Can you stay and punish me some more since I tricked you?”

Maybe for most women nowadays a virginity and chastity are not the most important thing anymore, but, unlike me, I feel humiliated, depressed and feel dirty. Some of my friends who wear Muslim clothes and I know the same pious, many of them fail, get pregnant outside of marriage, quit school or go to college because they are pregnant. But, but I don't want to fail here, and can't stop all my dreams, youth, and future here because of a destructive boy like Hery. He does not love me, he is impure and sincerely loves me and I am very, very sorry to know him.Sintia is crying here. In the corner of this room. What must Sintia do for Febri. Sintia is embarrassed by Febri, Sintia realizes that Febr

Singhania Mansion Mumbai, India Sanjana's POV: After our lovemaking, I am lying in Akshay's arms. He is in deep thoughts as he caress my back. "What are you thinking about?" I interrogated though I am fully satiated my curiosity not so much. "You have to know everything, don't you?" He teased while pinching my side breast. I squealed at his sudden attack. "Tell me." I demanded while holding his hand in order to prevent him from any tricks.

Hope that is alright. Of course. Come in. We settled in the living room. The men opened a laptop and started talking numbers and timelines. I sat on the opposite couch and tried to look interested while my body did something else entirely. Richard’s legs were stretched out in front of him. Every time he shifted the shorts rode a little higher on his thighs. The polo pulled across his abs when he leaned forward. I kept staring. My panties grew damp and the ache between my legs became impossible to ignore. After a while the need got to be too much. I stood up.

My desire here is to share my story. My name is Geena. No, not Gina, that would be normal- my parent's weren't normal, so it had to be Geena. These stories, if you have read them up through now, are the story of my strange journey. The earlier stories and the many that follow will make very clear just how un-normal my life is.

Jax demanded, his voice raw. “I’m yours,” Richy chanted. “Yours, yours, yours—” His body shook as a nerve-wracking orgasm rocked him, forcing the doctor to join him. Jax’s climax hit him silently at first, then Richy felt it: the hot, pulsing release deep inside him, a flood of heat that seemed to sear away the last cold trace of the doctor’s violation. Jax groaned and collapsed his weight onto Richy, still throbbing within him.

Layla let out a fresh moan, her voice raspy and tired but full of desire. They spent the next hour exploring every part of her, moving from the sofa to the soft rug on the floor. Her breasts were squeezed and kissed until they were flushed red, and her thighs were bruised from the grip of their hands. She felt like a queen in the middle of her own private storm. Every time one man finished, another was ready to take his place, keeping the fire burning bright. By the time the lights in the club started to dim and the morning was close, Layla was completely spent. She lay on the floor, her hair a mess and her body glowing with the remnants of their passion. The three men sat around her, lookin

She was a woman who had found her home in the arms of a giant. The story of her innocence was over. The story of her life with Liam was just beginning. And it was going to be a story full of raw sex, deep love, and a passion that would never fade.

he murmured, voice thick. I braced against a stack of crates, heart pounding. No turning back now. One of the others, a short, stocky guy named Tom, knelt in front of me, unzipping his pants. His cock sprang out, thick and veined, already leaking at the tip. “Open up,” he ordered, fisting my hair.

I panted heavily. He stilled his movements, then looked up to give me a wolfish smile. "No, you don't." Marcello moved my panties aside, plunging two fingers straight inside me, kissing my lips to stop me from crying out. I hadn't had sex in over two years, so I was tight as fuck. He didn't care as he kept moving in and out of me, his thumb stimulating my clit. He was right. How could I hate someone who gave me this kind of pleasure? "Marc… more." I breathed out.