Urdu Novel Collection Novels & Stories

“But you have to stop being scared of the heat. This story has real heat in it, Lila. Don’t sand it down. Don’t make it polite. Write the dirty truth.” I nodded. I could not look at him. My pulse was pounding so hard I was sure he could hear it. Twenty-one years old and I had never felt this kind of tension before. I was the quiet girl. The overachiever. The one who turned papers in early and never spoke unless someone called on me. Crestwood University’s literature department had always felt safe. Then he walked into the seminar at the start of the term and everything changed. He was thirty-eight. The youngest tenured professor in the whole department. Tall. Sharp jaw. That deep voice that

Kira and Mary curled up on the floor beside the bed like dogs. None of them would ever leave. This was the new world. His world.

“You offer curiosity instead of fear. That is a rare currency here. I am a collector of such rarities.” He stopped before her, so close she could feel the cool energy radiating from his skin. He did not touch her, but his presence was a physical weight. “I think I shall educate you, little scholar. The books in your world are lies, written by those who have never truly felt. I will teach you the old ways, the true texts are written on the flesh, in the languages of pleasure and pain. They are, I assure you, merely different dialects of the same devotion.”

And yet I still couldn’t get through. What was the damn password? It took a lot of willpower not to slam my fist on the laptop in frustration. With each passing second, my eagerness to get to my destination intensified. In all my years on earth, I’d never seen a collection of p**n as voluminous as the one that resided on Daniel’s laptop. But the p**n alone wasn’t what had commanded my full curiosity. It was the toys that had been on a separate window beside it. My God. Never could I have imagined that any individual would have a toy collection that was that vast.

Chapter 4 Zara’s POV I slipped out of Victor’s main house the next morning my legs still shaky and my pussy sore from how hard we had fucked the night before. Cum dried on my inner thighs under my dress as I hurried across the courtyard hoping no one saw me leaving at this hour. My nipples stayed sensitive rubbing against the fabric with every step and my mind kept flashing back to his cock stretching me open making me beg like a slut for my landlord. “Morning Zara” Mrs. Patel called from her balcony, her eyes narrowing as she sipped her coffee. “You’re up early. Everything okay with the rent situation? Saw you heading to the big house last night.”

I signed for the plain brown box quickly, trying not to look too eager and carried it straight up to my room, locking the door behind me. I sat on the bed and tore the package open. My new thick veiny dildo, it was even bigger and more realistic than I expected, two slutty lingerie sets…one black sheer babydoll and one tiny red crotchless teddy, the upgraded ring light and the sturdy tripod. My pussy clenched just looking at it all. I was soaked again. I snapped a quick photo of the opened box and sent it to HotFantasy88. **Me:** It came. Look what I got 😳 The big one is huge. I’m so horny right now after all that stress.

Sara "Please, listen to me, Layla," I said, voice shaky as I stepped into the room. Her hands were jerking open drawers, yanking clothes from the wardrobe with quick, angry movements. T-shirts, sweaters, everything she could grab—tossed into a pile on the bed. She wasn't looking at me. "Layla—please," I said again, stepping closer. She spun around. Her eyes were red, burning. Her voice was like a slap.

Shit. That felt nice.My back arched, following his mouth.“Desperate little slut.” His tongue swirled around the bud, making me moan. “Is that what you wanted?”“Yes.” I groaned when the sharp end of his tongue flicked against my hard skin. New feelings filled my mind, and fireworks of sensations exploded behind my eyelids. My skin was burning and only he could put it out.“Yes, what?” His teeth grazed my nipple, making me go insane.“Yes, sir.” Just as the words left my mouth, I felt him sucking my nub. I meowed and raised my chest, my head growing hazy from the sensation.His lips left my breast. “Open,” he commanded, and I obeyed, opening my mouth wide so he could put his fingers in there.Only

My life felt biter at this moment. “When Indiyah and I were having problems… you remember?” Ace asked. I definitely did. Ace and his cuckoo wife were fighting nonstop. Truth be told, I had no idea how they made it this far. Indiyah was batshit crazy. I mean, crazy as in she once set fire to his car.

I dropped the panties back where they were and began to check the drawer. In it, she had some lotion, fingernails, and a book. In the bottom drawer, that is where the fun begins. She had 3 dildos of various sizes, lube, a vibrator, and a p**n magazine, which caught my attention. I grabbed and opened the magazine and started to flip through it. There was a naked posting for each session, and there was a picture of a girl licking the pussy of another girl.