Stories

A modern Indian erotic short story 💄 ~ Some mornings, Ravi and I find it hard to leave the bed. Like a couple of days ago.

“Ahhh… you’re so wet already…Kritiii…” Ravi’s fingers slid between my folds to find me soaked. 

My head vanished below our blanket just as fast as he had done. I was eager to wrap my lips around his cock. It awaited me, standing tall and pink.

We stopped moving suddenly.

We separated faster than a millisecond, both of us pretending to do god knows what with the air in front of us on the countertop, our backs to her.

Ravi’s cock slided in me in one swift motion.

He can see my breasts in the full-length mirror I am sitting in front of. They rise and fall with each stroke of my brush running through my hair.

And risky afternoons like today were our favourite. Even if it meant while my mother-in-law was watching her soap barely 20 feet away.

An interactive erotic story. Choose how your desire unfolds 💋

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.

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.

I felt the contour of it so vividly even between the fabric of my basic hosiery. Lifting my short frill basic skirt higher, he found the edge and slid it down.

I remember clutching to our paisley print blanket, as I felt a hot orgasm build up in my core, distracted ever so slightly by the turning ceiling fan.