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 joctheroc
A woman is dog fucked.
by yanissa
Ishita has lived alone in Mumbai long enough to know what she craves. After years of keeping her body and desires, she finds her spark with Karan, a man who knows exactly how to unravel her. And then comes Kabir; an old flame, re-emerging with just the right fantasy at just the right time. From hesitant messages to daring confessions, from the jasmine-scented quiet of her flat to wild, hungry nights in Colaba hotel rooms, Ishita discovers what it means to surrender and take charge at once. In the end, her nights with Karan and Kabir aren’t just about sex; they’re about reclaiming pleasure, risk, and the sheer thrill of living out loud. This is a story for anyone who’s ever wondered what would happen if they finally said yes to the unknown.
by BrinnaDesara
Allie gets off in the bath in an unexpected way.
by FellatioUniversity
One shot where Odette Fucks a discord mod
by yanissa
Ishita slips into her slutty outfit, making every gaze she shoots become one filled with meaning. A mere look into her eyes turns into touching her naked breasts, tasting his tongue, and then taking him whole inside her while leaning up against the wall in the club restroom.
by yanissa
Forty-two-year-old journalist Ishita Banerjee lives for the big story. But a Defence Ministry leak drops her into a blazing desert camp near Jaisalmer, where rank is everything and her body is the only currency that matters. Assigned to Colonel Vikram Singh, a brooding, sun-bronzed officer whose authority is absolute, Ishita is ordered to “open the conversation” on her terms. What begins as a calculated risk spirals into nights of humiliating surrender: her throat, her cunt, and her ass are all claimed by the Colonel and two younger privates while the story she came to write is slowly released. With her husband in Mumbai, her teenage children asleep in their beds, and her reputation hanging by a thread, Ishita realizes the most terrifying truth: some privileges are paid in sweat, cum, and shattered vows. Every thrust, every swallow, every broken moan is recorded in her body and her soul.
by yanissa
On my wedding night, I woke up between my new husband and his best friend in a honeymoon suite. What began as a stolen hour the night before becomes an unbroken day of shared possession, dual penetration, and deliberate excess.
by BoredBaddie
My encounter with a man named David in a brothel
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.
by yanissa
In the humid evenings of Mumbai, a devoted wife begins to crave the raw, anonymous pleasure of strangers, and soon her perfect marriage rests on the razor edge of discovery. Her husband holds the power to destroy everything she loves, yet every night she returns home dripping with other men’s cum, ready to swallow Karan’s seed with a smile. Will the secret consume her, or will she find a way to keep both worlds alive?
by yanissa
On a sleepless sleeper bus from Pune, thirty-five-year-old Ishita meets a stranger who captures her in a stolen photograph while she pleasured herself alone in the woods. What follows is a dangerous, forbidden night of raw desire on the narrow berth, where pleasure collides with secrecy and the ache of unknown consequences.
by yanissa
When her boss, Mr. Kapoor, catches her watching him with hungry eyes and offers a stolen invitation in the locked elevator, Ishita steps into a world of raw power and forbidden pleasure. What begins as a simple reclaiming of a pencil becomes a night of intense, relentless sex that leaves her body and heart shaken. In this contemporary Indian office romance, every touch, every moan, and every forbidden glance deepens the pull between them until the line between employer and lover is crossed forever. A sensual, psychological story of surrender, risk, and the intoxicating thrill of being truly seen.
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
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 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 yanissa
One ordinary morning in a Mumbai high-rise, Ishita is bent over a copy machine when a young colleague’s hand finds her hip. What begins as a single forbidden touch spirals into a raw, trembling surrender in the copy room. What was once a comfortable marriage becomes a charged battlefield of jealousy, desire, and raw honesty when her husband witnesses the aftermath and demands every filthy detail. From a single wet spot on her panties to a living-room surrender under the city lights, Ishita is pulled deeper into a world of taboo pleasure where her body and her loyalty are tested to the breaking point. This is the story of a woman who steps past desire’s edge and discovers she never really knew how far she could fall… or how far she would want to rise.
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 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 Exhibit_ionist
A girl friend and her horny sister's
