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.

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.

Just as I clicked the stove on with milk on it, Ravi’s fingers found my warm waist below my t-shirt.

Rascal Ravi! Trapped me right where I wanted! I was kneading the chapati dough in the kitchen around 6:30 earlier today… alone. The...

He pushed his groin into my ass, his hard-on evident.