Nude Stories In Urdu Novels & Stories

The fact I was about to live out my long yearned fantasy… or the fact that it was with strangers that didn’t bother with names. I was naked. A sharp breath sliced the air…from who? I wasn’t sure “You’re so sexy,”Mr Cinnamon whispered in my ear. He smelt like cinnamon,hence the name. Cinnamon, green eyes, brown hair…strangers yet I had a feeling I would never forget these strangers for the rest of my life. Every doubt I might have harbored vanished the second I felt cinnamon’s fingers graze my folds. “And you’re so wet..” his breath was heavier

She commanded. "Can at least I put my clothes on first", I pleaded. "Not yet Rose. You are going to level with me first". She explained. With no choice left and sitting there naked, I told her the entire story: How I had visited the local schwimmbad and eventually made a habit of going to the nude side. She had never been to one and interrupted several times with questions. I told her how I had befriended an old German gentleman named Gebhard and how we had become friends. Eventually Gebhard invited me to his home for dinner. I explained that on one such visit I had reluctantly allowed him to have sex with me. Sara was shocked that I would let a sixty something year-old man do that and asked

He wailed, a continuous, broken sound as his prostate was hammered over and over. “You’re gonna cum,” I told him, my own release coiling tight in my gut. “You’re gonna cream your stomach without even touching your dick, you desperate slut.” The words tipped him over. His back arched violently off the couch, his ass clamping down on my cock in rhythmic, milking pulses. Strands of white shot from his dick, splattering across his shirt, his throat, his chin. He convulsed, his hole spasming around me, the wet, hot clenches pushing me to the edge.

She seems satisfied with my answer and as soon as I’ve done my chores I’m back up in my room with my hand around my cock jerking myself off to my mental image of Mrs Sinclar again. Ok, let me tell you a bit about myself, I’m 18 and in my last year of high school before I go to university next year. I stand at 6 ft 2” tall and weigh 190 pounds, most of which I’m glad to say is muscle. I have short shaggy brown hair and a face that I got told by my last girlfriend was to die for. I'm very muscular and work out every second day in the gym, as well as working out in the gym I go for a 10-kilometre run every day and do an ab workout every day which has helped contribute to my six-pack. I often ge

“I need you to relieve me, please eat me!” “Talk dirty to me babe.” Her body moved so gracefully as it slid up mine at our lips locked again. Her hand found my love tunnel again, she pushed just one finger inside me. I was going crazy, I’d become so tight that just that one finger felt like three. My pussy was so tense, it was amazing. She knew all the right places to touch me, I was in heaven. I reached down. I was so dazed with lust I couldn’t remember if she’d taken off her clothes. But when I’d finally gotten my head enough to realize I should give her some attention too we were both completely nude. It was crazy, and I was going crazy.

I wondered if he knew how it felt to be washed clean in front of a crowd when all you wanted was to stay dirty. My father spoke words I only half-heard—about faith, rebirth, surrender—and then he tipped me back, water closing over my face, the world going cool and quiet. When I surfaced, gasping, the dress clung to me, transparent, nipples pebbled hard against the fabric. I caught a flash of Nathan’s gaze, a spark of heat that made me burn hotter than shame. I trembled, water dripping down my thighs, my cheeks pink for reasons no one could name.

"Well, to be fair, you are as greedy as a whole bunch of no-furs on your own. But there is a lot of me and all of it wants your undivided attention so I guess I like it too." Spitfire gave Guru another smile. But there was a part of him that was already bracing for the letdown. He talked a good game. He could play with Guru like there was a chance they could be everything the tom wanted. He'd heard the stories from the older no-furs who tended to the young, fertile ones at the Rodeos. There were stories of toms who loved and adored their no-furs behind closed doors. Stories of forbidden romances and sweet families raised in secret with a no-fur and tom together.

Tannu "Back? What happened to your back? Did a bull hit you with its horn?" Naina "I had found a donkey, not a bull, because of him I got into this condition! And he Destroyed that beautiful party" Tanu "what happened?" "I'll tell you later! I'm so tired right now!" Saying this, Naina got up from there and left. And Tanu again got busy in stuffing the pizza. She was a reporter in a news agency... although Naina was from Gujarat and her parents were also there at the time. Both Tanu and Naina were college friends and now working here together.

“Yeah. Just...take it easy.” “Fine. But this is kind of exciting! Just look around. All these half- naked people on the dance floor, making out at tables. Just...this is kind of turning me on” I looked around. We packed the dance floor with ladies in thongs and high heels and men in boxers and silky robes. A couple of women were making out in a booth as a pair of men watched. I locked eyes with a shirtless guy with nipple piercings that glinted under the lights. His eyes bored into mine, his erection visible in thin, white boxer briefs. His body, with its broad shoulders and taut muscles, reminded me of Nathan in healthier times. I had to look away. I clinched my thighs and threw back my gla

Arfaat knows, that he loves juwai more than anything, and he can do anything just to get her back, and he will. They all sat silently in the big sitting room, as Juwai narrated every single detail about her relationship with Arfaat, she told her parents that she lied, she lied when she told them that arfaat raped her. Arfaat also gave his own side of the story, and their parents listened attentively. Hajiya Azumi couldn't help but burst out laughing. "You children are silly, what type of game was this?” Arfaat was shy, so shy that he stooped so low and joined Juwairiyyah in her silly game.