Stories

I watched Ravi, my husband, shut the car boot door. The crisp, cold air smelled of the fresh long weekend that lay ahead promising us a relaxing getaway. Ravi and I promised each other lots of sex, and then laughed.

An interactive erotic story. Choose how your desire unfolds 💋

An interactive erotic story. Choose how your desire unfolds 💋

An interactive erotic story. Choose how your desire unfolds 💋

An interactive erotic story. Choose how your desire unfolds 💋

An interactive erotic story. Choose how your desire unfolds 💋

An interactive erotic story. Choose how your desire unfolds 💋

My bare waist still anticipated Ravi’s touch, if he was around me. Especially if he’d just returned home from the office, like now.

This is what happens every time I drape a saree in front of Ravi.

I was naked in bed, with my left hand squeezing my breast tightly and my right hand firmly gripping my black vibrator pressed against my clitoris.

I’m sure my cheeks were still flushed, hair still ruffled, from the erotic impressions.

“We’re never going to make it past the living room.” I thought as I sprinted towards the main door. 

My already dripping cunt knew no limit when it came to Ravi.

“I love this cock so much, it's mine.” I whisper, going down. Its gleaming shiny head was already bouncing and hard.

In response, I smiled and I peeled the petals of my pink pussy apart. It glistened, revealing its juicy interior.

My hips eased down on Ravi, as I felt every inch of him move inside me.

Ravi doesn't slow down.

Ravi enters me in one swift motion. I can feel him so vividly, moving in and out of me almost instantly.

"I want it in my mouth", i whisper.

Drawing the blanket over himself, Ravi slides down slowly. (An interactive erotic story) - I close my eyes, waiting to feel the first lick. My body is too sensitive and my pussy squelches pleasingly as Ravi's tongue rolls between my labia.