Stories

I tilted my neck to accommodate Ravi. His lips brushed against my neck softly. Catching me off guard, my husband nipped my neck.

Slow fucking is the best way to wake up … A modern Indian erotic short story 💄 I don’t know if it’s just me, but I love waking up to Ravi’s morning wood pressing against my ass. It nudges me awake, his hands slowly gliding along my waist, as he’s still half asleep. I stretch like a cat, allowing more room for wandering. The stretching hardens my nipples. They almost slip out of my gown. Before I can cover it up, Ravi’s palms cover them… mmhhhh… His lips trail my neck as he s

Ravi and I would have barely half an hour together before my mother-in-law returned from her evening walk.

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.

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

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

Making my fingers curl tightly around his nape. Making my ankle dig into his back.

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.