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.

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 💋

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.