Sensual Indian Stories Novels & Stories

She was in the middle of it when the phone rang, she turned off the stove and hurried to answer it: -Well. Someone answered on the other end, it was a woman's voice. -Mrs. Raquel. -Who is this? -My name doesn't matter, the important thing is that you know that the one who is talking to you is your husband's lover, yes, yes I am your husband's lover, I am a secretary in the company where he works and I am only talking to you so that you know it and leave him, you know, he is only with you for pity and because a piece of paper unites them, but you know, that's not important to me, I love him and he loves me, you see, your beauty and elegance are useless, that's what they say about you here, be

Lost in her fantasies, she imagined his touch, his kisses, and she could almost feel his touch again—his lips on her tits, his breath on her neck. Savita's mind wandered back to the intense lovemaking she had with Rajesh. The way his body moved against hers, the way he pushed his manhood in her pussy, all replayed in her mind like a sensual movie, feeling a familiar ache deep within her core. With each stroke of her fingers, she brought herself closer to the brink of ecstasy, her body trembling with desire, imagining him there with her, joining her in the steamy embrace of the shower. She finally succumbed to the waves of pleasure crashing over her, crying out in pure bliss.

I begged. He delivered dirty talk relentlessly. "This pussy was made for me. Soaking my balls. Come again, baby. Let me hear it." Multiple orgasms blurred together. We moved to the balcony overlooking the sea, staring back as witnesses. Slow and sensual at first, then building to frantic. His muscular body covered mine, every thrust hitting perfect spots. Revelation deepened our bond. He explained details—the crew paid to "disappear," supplies prepped. I forgave quickly, arousal spiking at the effort. "You're insane, but I love it."

Ara woke with her body aching with lust. Her nipples were still tight, and her pussy felt swollen and needy. The memory of Damon pinning her against the wall, his hard cock pressing against her ass while his hand rubbed her jeans, made her groan and squeeze her legs together. What the hell have I done? she thought. She had sold herself to a billionaire for one month. Her body for his “inspiration.” And a part of her was already throbbing with anticipation.

*Next Collection* **Story Synopsis** Nineteen-year-old Lisa discovers her married neighbor’s hungry eyes on her through the open bedroom window each sweltering summer night. Instead of hiding, she lets the forbidden thrill pull her deeper into a silent, shadowy game of temptation. What begins as distant stares slowly spirals into something far more dangerous—until one night the line between watching and touching finally breaks ***** Lisa's Pov ... I’d just gotten home from a late shift at the campus coffee shop, my tank top clinging to my sweaty skin and my tiny denim shorts riding up my ass like a second skin.

"You know how you said you and Indiyah went to therapy? Did she ever ask for stuff that was completely out of your comfort zone? Like, crazy sexual stuff?" Ace stopped drinking and let out a loud laugh. I just sat there waiting for him to stop laughing. Maybe asking Ace about this is a bad idea. "Oh, man. You have no idea. Indiyah tried to drag me into the whole BDSM world a couple of years ago. She bought handcuffs, whips. EVERYTHING. She wanted me to be this aggressive, dominant master character." My ears perked up. "And? What did you do?"

A emerald green backless dress that showed the curve of her spine. Every time she came out, Alexander would pull her close, whisper filthy things in her ear, and run his hands over her body while the saleswoman pretended not to notice. “You look like pure sin in that one,” he growled when she wore a tiny white dress with a slit almost up to her hip. “I want to bend you over right here.” Meera was dripping by the fifth dress. Her nipples were hard against the thin fabric, and her thighs pressed together desperately. “I need to use the restroom,” she whispered, voice shaky.

This was straight out of her filthiest fantasies and the videos she'd watched in secret, over and over. Nearby, on a plush rug that probably cost more than her tuition, a group of four had formed a perfect human chain of debauchery. A muscular guy with tattoos snaking up his arms was on his back, his face buried between a girl's smooth, shaved thighs. He ate her out like a starving man, his tongue lapping furiously at her swollen clit, delving into her folds as she ground down on him, her hips rolling in slow, sensual circles.

When I was done, I headed for my office, shutting the door behind me. Walking to my desk, my hands shook as I pulled the bottom drawer open. In it, several worn paperbacks of my secret stash were laid out. With titles like- CLAIMED BY THE PACK, BRED BY THE BEAST AND TAKEN WITHOUT MERCY. I grabbed Taken Without Mercy, the cover showcasing a naked curvy woman with a fucked out pussy, big tits and two guys by her side with huge mighty cocks. I slid onto my chair, the urge to resist failing me. It's being months and I told myself I'd stop, but the ache in me needed to be satisfied.

I have tried to seduce Lena countless times, but she always shyly pulled away like she was scared of getting tainted by me. I wanted to break that innocence. I wanted to hear her scream out my name in pleasure while I pounded her from behind as her huge tits bounced from the impact. I have envisioned this fantasy so hard that thinking about it made my dick twitch in my pants painfully. I fantasized about how warm her tight cunt would feel when I was balls deep inside her. How it would feel like when I fucked her mouth while those innocent brown orbs looked up to me like I was her salvation. And I would worship her like the goddess she was, if only she would give me a chance.