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.

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 💋

An interactive erotic story. Choose how your desire unfolds 💋

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.