Sex Stories Marathi Novels & Stories

Wanted: sexual mavericks, exhibitionists and voyeurs. Win the prize of your dreams. Apply within. I woke up giddy with excitement, my heart beating rapidly. The warm light of the sun had crept between the cracks in the curtains and had gently nudged me from my slumber. Today was the day. Ii had felt like such a long wait and now that it was finally here it didn’t seem real. It had been two weeks since I had seen the small handwritten sign in the derelict looking shop window. Two weeks since I had entered the shop only to be surprised by its luxurious interior and grand size. Two weeks since me and my husband had discussed the prospect of entering and me being thrilled that he agreed. Fourtee

THAT excited me tremendously, as well as our conversation, because it was a huge new 'beginning' of sorts in our sex life. That evening I went through my collection and picked out 'Behind the Green Door', the Marilyn Chambers flick where she is kidnapped by devotees of a sex club and forced into a group sexual encounter after being ravished by a black man. I was very pleased and also more than a bit surprised when Alexis agreed to view the film with me. I got everything ready in our bedroom upstairs - towels, pillows, vaseline, and got the film ready in the VCR. I was almost

The ropes bit into her skin in pretty patterns, and the sight made my nipples tighten against my dress. My breathing was getting shallow. I could feel myself getting wet, the slickness between my thighs impossible to ignore as we moved from scene to scene. Alexander pointed out different kinks: a St. Andrew’s cross with a man being caned until his ass glowed red, a couple engaged in sensual wax play where hot drips made the woman gasp and writhe, a quiet corner where a Domme had her submissive licking her boots while she casually chatted with friends. Every explanation he gave was calm, but his voice grew rougher with each one. I noticed the way his hand froze at my back, his fingers occasio

Drishti pulled out a bottle of champagne from the ice container below the bed. "Champagne," Drishti said. "Champagne sex, huh?" Shravan asked with a smirk, making Drishti grin. Shravan slammed his lips against Drishti's mouth in a passionate kiss, leading to their champagne-filled love night.

By the next morning, I woke up in my own bed, being lightly shaken by Marina. “We need to change for the wedding,” she said before leaving the room. Last night’s events started flooding back, and in the bright daylight, the embarrassment hit me hard. I had always found Bruno handsome for an older man, but never, not in a million years, would I have imagined watching him masturbate while he watched me doing the same… let alone having sex with Nathan twice while pretending he was his father. I had no idea how I’d be able to face either of them after that.

The same clenching and milking of my walls that had made Forest cum in me was now pushing his load out of me as I came on Marissa’s tongue. Now I couldn’t believe what was happening. I looked up to see Forest standing over me. He was still hard and dripping with both of our cum. Perfect lubrication as I watched him spread Marissa’s lips and stretch her tiny hole. Oh fuck. Oh holy fuck! Her lips gripped around his girth and pushed and pulled in and out of her with his slow thrusting. Her sex wrapped around him, and he stretched her to her limits instantly with only half of his cock inside of her.

She reached down, tracing his hardness over his towel with her fingertips, her touch filled with promise. Rahul's response was immediate and passionate. He pulled her close and leaned down, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss, squeezing her breasts, and making her moan against his mouth as their desire for each other intensified. Suman felt herself melting into his embrace, responding to his touch hungrily after hearing about Maria's affair with Satish and seeing their intimate pictures. She let go of all inhibitions, allowing herself to be consumed by the passion, urging Rahul to enter her completely. With each thrust, she yelled out in ecstasy, visualising how Maria and Satish might ha

"You say he didn't hit you... but it looks like you're in pain..." Dylan sighed, "Just close the door and get back here..." Lizha remained silent for a few seconds, "Okay..." She closed the door and walked back to where Dylan was. "I'm all ears…" she crossed her arms. "I had sex with him yesterday..." Lizha looked at him totally dumbfounded. "How come?" Dylan rose and crouched slightly. "God… my back…" he reached around the waist. "Can you explain to me what's going on? You said sex... with him? You mean the Emperor's son, don't you?"

~• Disco XYZ (Kolkata city, India) Porishma, Pashika, and Maria were enjoying their time and ogling at some other men but at last Pashika said, "Our men are much more handsome than them". Maria laughed at Pashika's comments and Porishma rolled her eyes as she said, "Who told you to compare my brother and his hot features to these useless men?". Maria looked away and stated in an icy manner, "They're only good in looks not by hearts".

Walking back to her desk was the longest journey of Ishita's life. Each step was a reminder of her submission. The thin fabric of her saree rubbed against her swollen, sensitive pussy. Her legs felt weak, like they might give out at any moment. And the smell... the musky, salty smell of Vikram's cum, mixed with her own arousal, clung to her. It was a dirty, public perfume, and she was terrified someone would notice. She sat down at her desk, her body trembling. Her colleague, Priya, a sweet, naive girl from Pune, looked over at her with concern.