Sensual Indian Stories Novels & Stories

One touch and my cock already flinched. “Fuck…” I groaned. Her hands and fingers are soft like cotton. With her eyes burning with so much lust and in combination of innocence, I fired up even more. “I’m a better sucker than your wife. Even than your boyfriend, Mr. President.” She then swallow me wholly and widely that I had to stop myself from being shock. “Shit!” Damn! This girl is so fucking good! All I knew was she’s so full of innocence. But the saying is really true. Those who have innocent face are the ones who have better skills in sex and oral.

“Take my virginity. Stretch me. Breed me. I want to feel you come inside me.” He pushed forward. The thick head parted my lips, the ring pressing against my entrance. I felt the stretch immediately, a burning fullness that made my eyes water. Inch by inch he sank into me, the piercing dragging along my walls, hitting every sensitive spot. When he bottomed out, his heavy balls resting against my ass, I cried out. The feeling was overwhelming, perfect, too much.

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

“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.

The next day at work felt like absolute torture. I was the manager of Velvet Desires, an upscale adult store located in a quiet corner of the city. We sold high-end toys, luxurious lingerie, premium lubes, and everything a woman could possibly want to explore her deepest fantasies. Normally I loved my job. I helped shy customers find their first vibrator, recommended the perfect bullet for discreet public play, and smiled through awkward conversations with complete confidence. Today, however, I could barely concentrate on anything.

He fucked her with savage, short strokes, one hand stroking Priya’s clit while the other choked his sister lightly, reminding her of the blood they shared. The chamber grew sweltering. Sweat poured off their bound bodies. The scent of sex — sweet pussy, salty sweat, masculine musk, holy Ganges water, blood, incense, and bhang — became overwhelming. Vikram used a leather strap blessed in mockery of Shiva’s trident, cracking it across their asses and bound tits, leaving bright red welts that made them scream and cum even harder, their pussies clenching and squirting with every strike. “Recite the Kama Sutra while I fuck you,” he snarled, pounding Lakshmi mercilessly. “But twist every verse int

Lila POV I smile to myself when I take a glance at the reflection in the mirror. The woman staring back at me spells of one word; a seductress. Yes, that's what I plan to do tonight,seduce my boyfriend ànd have him f*ck me senseless. It's been a week since Mark ànd I made love ànd just as always,he left me unsatisfied. I have been pondering on how to make things spicy and steamy between us and this is the solution I came up with.

Her fingers teased my nipples as she whispered in my ear, “You wanted to tempt my husband? Now you’re going to tempt me.” Aaron had removed his shirt. All his body is filled with muscles and tattoos. He looked like every dirty fantasy I’d ever had. Genevieve guided me toward the bed, and I felt her unzipping my skirt until it pooled at my feet. I was naked between them, I felt vulnerable, exposed, and aching in all the right places. Aaron stepped forward first. He kissed me hard, then moved to my throat, down my chest. Genevieve watched, biting her lip, then slid a hand down between my legs from behind as Aaron’s mouth found my nipple.

I am Reema, a 20-year-old Indian girl with a body that drives men wild. My thick, creamy thighs and ample bosom strain against the confines of my tight saree, revealing every tantalizing curve. I live with my father-in-law, a paralyzed man with a perverted streak and a 10-inch cock that throbs with desire whenever he sees me.

The disdain in my voice shocked even me. He growled and enclosed his large hands on the left-over skin I couldn’t hold. A whimper left my lips. Unlike my previous caress, his strokes were fierce. Each pull made my knees weaker. Why did it feel so good? It had to be his pheromones. It had been some time since I had sex. Having sex with some random chick or guy was never my thing. It felt uncomfortable being in the presence of alphas and omegas alike. Ryder never liked my abstinence. He tried to set me up on any and everyone. I often canceled. My libido was non-existent anyway.