Sex Stories Marathi Novels & Stories

"Sex is always... boring with him so I never cum. I've been faking my orgasm since we got married." Seraphine felt the sweet sensation stop. Perhaps he was shocked. Maybe. The feather continued its maddening path, tracing the outline of her labia, dipping slightly into her entrance before retreating. Her muscles tensed, straining against the cuffs. "I'm tired of pleasuring myself... I want a rough fuck by a real man," she continued, the words pouring out of her now, fueled by the teasing and the darkness. He clicked his tongue, the sound sharp in the quiet room. "Interesting wishes whore"

Lexi They kept fucking me like that for what felt like forever—long, deep strokes that kept me teetering right on the edge without letting me fall. My whole body was shaking, sweat slicking my skin, my pussy making the wettest, most obscene sounds every time they bottomed out. I could feel their cocks throbbing inside me, both of them fighting their own orgasms, veins pulsing against my walls. “Please… please…” I was crying now, actual tears of overwhelming pleasure and frustration. “I can’t hold it… I’m gonna cum… I’m so close… Zach, Julian, please let me cum…”

"The drink was strong, I don't remember shit. But from her narration... I - I allowed her finger me and to top that, I fucking dry humped on her pussy." Fedora clapped her hand, shouting. "Go girl!!!" "Oh shut up." I glared at her. She suddenly stopped, sitting up right. "It wasn't that bad, was it. You got orgasm I guess?" Fedora whispered lowly. "It doesn't matter if I got orgasm or not, Fedora. If you hadn't taken me to that lesbian strip party or whatever. If I hadn't seen those girls scissoring themselves, enjoying it while I hadn't had good sex in more than 3 months, I wouldn't have done what I did."

"It's complicated. That night, after I got a photo of Kinan kissing a man, I don't know why my body felt like I wanted to go to a gay Bar. I saw there was a lot of happiness there. Then, I had a drink and the waiter offered me a one-night stand with a man. He gave me the key to the room. In the room, I immediately hugged him tightly. The hug he gave really made me peaceful. After that, we had sex and I became the bottom party who sighed deliciously. Our game really- really made me feel better. I didn't want him to go but he lied." Vero stroked the mane of my hair, he looked at me intently, his jet-black eyes made me get a little radiance of calm there. "Then after this, what are you going to

If she could just break through that last barrier to being whole… “A good man would teach you ‘sexy’.” Summer’s mouth twisted into a naughty grin as her eyes flashed fun. “Now, turn the radio on. ‘Speaking of Sex & Lust’ is about to start.” Rowena groaned. She had a love-hate relationship with ‘Dr. Lovejoy’ and his… radio show. There was something about that man’s voice that made her insides tingle and turn to goo. Listening to him talk about relationships and sex for hours every night drove her insane. Of course, Rowena supposed it was self-torture, considering she’d given up all hope of ever having sex again.

I had to be reasonable. “Burbok! You don’t understand anything. When I say I want to give her, all I mean is that I want to give nobody else but only her! All my life! No other girl!” he jumped up, and in a jiffy, took out another cigarette. “Even before marriage?” I asked him. It was so villainous of him to have pre-marital sex with a girl he loved! It was like cheating that girl. None of our heroes had done this so far. They just hugged and on rare occasions kissed on ruined fortresses. And Biswa’s favourite, Raj, in the film Dilwale Dulhania Le Jayenge, didn’t do anything to the drunken Simran, even though he had all the opportunity to do everything while changing her dress during their t

I raised my eyebrows, letting go of his shirt and pushed him away in a playful manner. "Uhh...but I don't mind if you wanna--" He started but I cut him off midway. "I wasn't going to have sex with you, asshole. In fact, having pre-marital sex is frowned upon in Indian culture." I stated with a huge smirk and he looked at me as if I was joking. "Yeah sure," he let out a small chuckle, pulling me closer by hooking a finger inside the skirt but I remained silent, shaking my head slowly and stepped away from him. I started to walk back inside the living room, trying so hard to hold back my laughter.

“Then do not stop it. Come on your Daddy’s cock like the dirty wife you are.” I shattered with a long raw cry. My pussy convulsed around him in strong milking pulses while fresh wetness gushed out around his shaft. I felt myself squirt again, less forcefully than before but still enough to soak his thighs and the bed beneath us. The sensation left me shaking and lightheaded. “Ahhhhhhhh… Daddy… ahhhhhhhh… I am squirting on you again…”

But Alas! His hands moved up to grab and squeeze her breasts while he pulled her hips against his pelvis and she moaned softly “Samaira Khanna, have you forgotten how angry you were the other night when I had the girls here to entertain me?, you scared and scarred me for life, I can’t even look at any other woman now.. Let alone let her touch,” Samaira was amused, if only one would see the mighty ferocious and most feared Siddharth Kapoor whine at the moment for sex like a boy for his favourite toy!

You have to claim them. When he’d gone, because I wasn’t finished yet, I lay on the rumpled bed, and brought myself off with my fingers. I thought of how he’d behaved earlier, sadistic and cruel, reveling in my cries from the pinch of the clamps and the slam of his cock. Then I fell asleep for an hour or so. When I woke, my hair was in a crazy, damp tangle and my breasts were a mess of scratch marks and blotches. And he was probably eating wild turbot because he usually does when it’s on expenses at Saxby’s. I would too. The point I’m making: sex isn’t like it is in the movies; it isn’t even like porn. Sex isn’t like anything except itself.