by yanissa
In the quiet heat of the city, Ishita steps into a stranger's cab and discovers the precise cost of a long-suppressed hunger. What begins as a calculated risk becomes a private education in desire, power, and the fragile boundary between the life she maintains and the body she can no longer deny. Explicit, unflinching, and rooted in the textures of contemporary Indian domestic life, these are the stories of a woman who learns that some fares are paid in full only when nothing is left unsaid.
by VelVetVice
By day I'm invisible. By night I'm masked. He found me anyway — my biggest donor, standing at my counter, ordering black coffee.
by yanissa
A 35-year-old consultant in Delhi argues with her father, takes his car, and fills it with the wrong fuel. At a roadside garage two mechanics offer the only way to fix it before evening. What begins as desperation becomes a precise, wordless exchange in a vinyl-furnished waiting room. Ishita pays in the only currency that will jump the queue, then drives home to the same quiet flat and the same unanswered questions. The car is ready by half past four. Everything else remains between her and the smell of petrol that will not wash out.
by yanissa
Every Wednesday, Ishita leaves the chaos of her Mumbai office for one quiet ritual: risotto and red wine at the same back booth. She is careful, ordinary, the kind of woman no one looks at twice. Until Kabir. The new waiter with dark eyes and a name tag that means nothing. He tells her the others call her super hot. Something inside her snaps. She locks the last stall. Removes every careful layer. Stands bare on cold tiles and waits. What happens next is urgent, wet, and completely reckless - his mouth, his hands, the thick stretch of him filling her while the restaurant carries on just beyond the door. She comes hard enough to see stars, then returns to her table, hair messy, clothes askew, and eats the risotto he serves with a knowing smile. One Wednesday becomes many. The stalls. His narrow room. A secret that belongs only to them. Until the city, and life, demand their price. A story of quiet hunger, stolen heat, and the woman who finally stopped being plain.
by yanissa
I am four months pregnant, abandoned, and out of options. In a Mumbai park, a stranger in a tailored suit overhears my breaking. He makes an offer no desperate woman can refuse: fifty thousand rupees a day for complete access to my body. What begins as survival becomes something darker. Every night I climb onto his table in a luxury Worli apartment. Electric pumps drain my heavy, milk-swollen breasts while he takes everything else; my mouth, my cunt, my obedience. He watches my drink my own milk. He fucks me while the machines work. He makes me come until I no longer know where the shame ends and the hunger begins. The money saves me. The arrangement ruins me in ways I never expected. And every morning I wake already wet, already counting the hours until I return.
by Stoirm
Connie comes home wanting her husband. He takes her to Andy’s for drinks. By morning, she has closed a door with Dave on the other side of it.
by Zephyrin3
I give myself to you in every way. You can claim me, break me, own me and ruin me. Be my darkness and I'll be your light.
by serena
Fala de duas pessoas que encontrou pela internet e transaram muito.
by IrishWard
An epic tale of the pursuit of that "the one" where at first glance you know you are going to share a space in time together on this journey of life. "The Empty Page" is the last book in a series of 9. The last book is titled "the Marriage" and where this adventure started. The perfect family just didn't feel right. It was similar to an empty shell you find on the beach and wonder what happened to the creature that created it. The page really isn't empty but a canvas of infinite possibilities. Sex and romance can be fun and exciting and has no age limit.
by DreamingBard
Michelle falls, but how far? A/N: If you don't like Hentai logic, this is not for you.
by serena
Nesta historia, conto um pouco da safadeza que vivo ultimamente, por anos fiquei assexuada agora a safadeza sexual tomou conto do meu corpo e alma.
by Exhibit_ionist
A girl friend and her horny sister's
by JackHunter07
He left Nigeria as a boy. Berlin made him something else. Tolu has always been the golden child—the obedient son, the scholarship winner, the one who made his mother proud. But inside, he's hollow. His father's death left him hungry for something he can't name. Control. Power. Meaning. When his aunt places a leather-bound journal in his hands on the night before his departure, she gives him more than notes on psychology and leverage. She gives him a key to who he could become. Berlin is a city of second chances. It's also a city of shadows, secrets, and women who see through performances. Lena, the intellectual who uses her mind as a shield. Sophie, the rebel who fights structure even as she craves it. Clara, the wealthy heiress who dismisses him at first glance. Vanessa, the corporate player who plays his own game better than he does. As Tolu navigates academic pressure, public risk, and a rival who threatens to destroy everything he's building, he discovers that power isn't taken
by BoredBaddie
My encounter with a man named David in a brothel
by StannHope51
Frank, a middle-aged man, gets a new position; his wife gets carried away and thinks everyone is beneath her. He and his new secretary begin a relationship against all odds
by DiveInstructorPlaya
“No offense, but your puny pencil-dick doesn’t do it for me.”
by FellatioUniversity
One shot where Odette Fucks a discord mod
by FellatioUniversity
Oneshot Fairday First shoot!
by FellatioUniversity
One shot with Rosalia and a stranger!
by FellatioUniversity
Chapter 0: The Syllabus Introduction to Professor Anastasia Crone on the first day of class. The camera lingers on her figure as she explains her unconventional "Body Painting and Performance" course. She is captivating, beautiful, and carries an air of mystery. The student-narrator, who has just enrolled in her class, is immediately captivated not just by her art, but by her. A flashback to her arrival at the university years ago, showing her youthful and ambitious self.
