by yanissa
Thirty-five-year-old Ishita steps onto a nearly empty bus carrying years of suppressed desire and rules she has learned never to question. What follows forces her to confront the uneasy territory between fear, vulnerability, and desire. As the boundaries she has built around herself begin to crack, Ishita discovers that what she has long understood as trauma may be entangled with desires she has never allowed herself to acknowledge. This is a story of psychological survival and a woman struggling to understand where trauma ends and her own desires begin.
by Stoirm
After Andy, Connie and Dave make a game of it. She can stop it. She doesn’t.
by yanissa
A rain-soaked Delhi night, a young taxi driver at the stand, and one ordinary woman’s sudden, unstoppable hunger. After a lively dinner with friends, Ishita waits for a cab and finds herself drawn to the tall, fit stranger leaning against the car; his eyes dark, his body strong. What starts as polite conversation ignites into raw, breathless passion right there in the taxi. Her soft, confident voice mixes with gasps of pleasure as he takes her hard and deep, pushing her body to three shattering climaxes. From the wet pavement to the passenger seat, this is Ishita’s private craving, the thrill of being wanted without names, without rules. A slow-burn erotic story of a 35-year-old woman’s secret hunger, set against monsoon Delhi rain, thin walls, and the constant hum of family expectations.
by Zip_Howl
On an urban nature walk she has to take a shit but lacks the confidence to go anywhere. While squatting on her heel to keep the shit in, her office-crush passes by and they start to chat. Little does the crush know that cutie-pa-tootie kneeling on the ground in front of him is holding in one hell of a hot dump. Let’s hope she finds a place to put it and that these two can get to some real cock sucking hanky panky.
by Zip_Howl
Someone driving a fancy electric car thinks they can pick up a slut and get what they want. Well, in this case, they pay for it all (and more) but leave like a loser.
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
