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Hello guys, my name is Aryan, and I am 19 years old. I was spoiled from a very young age and started watching porn, so I know a lot about sex. This was known to all my friends. I am currently pursuing commerce. So without wasting time, let me start this story. I was coming home from college, and my parents weren’t home. So I decided to go to my friend’s house. When my friend and I were in the lift, our mutual friend Gargi also took the lift to go home. We chatted about our college life until the 7th floor, where Gargi lives. My friend lives on the 10th floor. Gargi asked me to come to her house for a few minutes as she had some doubts, as she was also from the commerce stream. My friend smirked, teasing us, and went to his home. I assured him I would be back in a few minutes. I thought that Gargi had issues with her studies, as she was one of the most innocent girls in the society. What was going to happen next shocked me. When we entered her house, she asked me for water...

Hi friends, I am Charan, and I am 29 years old. I live in Hyderabad. This story began about six months ago. It’s about something that happened between me and a reader of my erotic stories. Her name is Nithya (name changed). She read one of my stories, and one day she texted me on Google Chat. Nithya: Hi, I read your story. It was really good. While reading it, I started imagining myself as the female character, and it felt so real. Me: Oh, thank you so much. But your name isn’t in your email ID – it looks like some random name. Can I know your real name? Nithya: I don’t like to share my name. Me: Okay, no problem. But tell me, do you want to start a sexual relationship with me? Nithya: Yes, Charan. But I’m really scared. What if it becomes a problem? Every day we see news about these things… guys going to a girl’s house and creating issues, taking pictures and videos, and blackmailing them. Thinking about all that, I’m afraid of having a sexual relationship with a strange...

Hey! I hope you are all doing well and are ready to read my story, which happened a year ago. I don’t like to fake or fantasize about something that never happened, and everything I narrate is one hundred percent true. My name is Dev (name changed, obviously). I am twenty-four. I am a decent-looking guy – five foot ten, and I have a dad bod. My lady in this story is a colleague who worked under me, Akanksha (name changed). She was much older than me. (Yes, I am into older women.) I don’t know how to measure body size exactly, but her body resembles Rashi Khanna’s current figure. She is very pretty, hot, and athletic. I was born and brought up in Bangalore, and she was from India as well. I would like to keep her details private because I respect her privacy a lot. So all this started a year ago. I was working in hospitality in one of the northern states in the USA. I was awarded Best Employee because I had just arrived a year ago and was already on top of everything. Be...

I was in my early 30s, married, and while my husband was away for a time, I started an affair with my 19-year-old Indian gardener. If you’ve read the earlier stories, you’ll know all about that. One thing I used to think about while we were getting it on was what my mother would say if she could see me. My mother and I were never really close. As I got older, we argued a lot. She disapproved of the way I carried on, and she had some very unfortunate attitudes toward things I enjoyed doing. In a way, that made it even better for me. If you’re a girl, there’s nothing quite like having the kind of sex that you know your mother would be shocked by. It feels naughtier, more thrilling. I even used to imagine her watching while I was getting laid. Something like this: “So here I am again, Mother, your wayward daughter, the one who always liked to do things that shocked you. Or that you said shocked you, but did they, really? Or were they maybe things you secretly wanted for yourself? You were...

This is another story about the affair I had with a young Indian guy, a college student just 19 years old, who came to help me in the garden. It was one warm summer while my husband was working abroad, and I’d been feeling very frustrated. If you have read the earlier stories, you will know how I seduced him and we started having fun together. I was in my early 30s at the time, with a lot of experience behind me. So, I had plenty to teach him – and he was a very keen student. This is about how he helped me live out one of my fantasies. Now, you guys who are reading this – I want you to remember that what he does and says to me in this story was only okay because it was something I wanted and I’d asked him for. You should never talk to a woman like this, or treat her this way, if she hasn’t told you it’s okay to. Got that? Well, after my young Indian “gardener” and I had been making each other happy for some time, and he was getting more confident, I plucked up my courage to talk to him...

It was his eyes I noticed at first, big, dark brown, and kind. And then his skin. He was an Indian, but much darker than most Indians I had seen around my city, a lovely deep dusky color. He was 19 and in college, trying to make a bit of money in his spare time. And he posted a flyer through my door offering to do gardening and odd jobs. I needed a gardener, so I called him, and he turned up on his bike. I was in my early 30s back then (this was quite a few years ago now) and I had been married for four or five years. My husband’s job sometimes took him abroad and this time he was going to be away for several weeks. It was early summer and everything was growing fast. We had a big garden, very private and secluded, and I couldn’t do it all myself. I liked this young guy, so we arranged for him to start a couple of days later. But the garden wasn’t the only thing in need of attention. I had always had strong needs since I was quite a young woman. I am fairly uninhibited, and I was very ...

I am Anita again. My husband loves to play with my Navel. I was sleeping on our terrace, and my husband was playing with a kite. Suddenly he made the kite dropped exactly over my navel and the kite poked my navel. I don't know what kind of pleasure does it give to him....