Category: Adult Story

My name is Rohan, and I hail from India. I have been happily married for the past ten years, and my wife and I are blessed with two beautiful children. We reside in a suburb of Mumbai, while I work for a large engineering firm. My parents live in Nasik, which isn’t far from Mumbai.I have fond memories of my childhood and early youth in Nasik. As their only son, I enjoyed the love and care of both my parents. My father once worked as a clerk for a small company and is now retired, while my mother, who has always been a devoted housewife, has been a constant, caring presence. My mother married my father at the age of nineteen, when he was twenty-nine, and I was born when she was twenty. Due to financial constraints, my parents decided not to have another child, although I often wished for a brother or sister.My father never paid much attention to his health, indulging in poor eating habits and regular drinking. In contrast, my mother always avoided oily foods, and her daily chores

This real life experience happened to me three years ago. At that time I had just started working in a shoe-making factory in Tamilnadu, as an accountant. I was twenty-four, unmarried, and had no experience in matters of sex, whatsoever. I mean, I used to think about having sex and I used to masturbate. But I had never had any real experience with a woman. For one thing, I was shy. Another, I abhorred the very thought of having sex with a prostitute. But sexual desire in me was there in plenty. I was masturbating almost every night, and I was also wondering if that was affecting my health adversely.I was a friendly guy at my workplace. Everyone liked me because I had a good sense of humor. I was from Kerala and I was not able to speak Tamil well. But I was picking up fast. There was one other malayalee in our company, a boy of nineteen named Shiju. He ran errands and did odd jobs. He was of a poor background. He was not a talkative person. And, even though we belonged to the same

1. DevikaWe girls were sitting on the lawns outside, awaiting the clock to strike for the practical class. Just then a flying bird shitted on the jutting of my left breast, I mean, over my blouse. I looked up: it was a crane."It's a good omen of luck!" opined my classmates.My father used to say that I was conceived in a spiritual way and would bring good luck and fortune once I grew, but he didn't have any luck to see it realized. And luck is here in the premonition of ...Oh shit! I had to have a wash and change. On my way to the hostel, I met Bhavana and she accompanied me into my room. Bhavana was doing her final year whereas I was a fresher in first year. She became my best friend from the very first day she rescued me of my college raking. And Hindi (though I knew little) was our common factor.Once inside, I undressed and noticed no strain underneath, but the devouring look of my best friend. A bit shocked but riveted, I felt a weakness in my knees.Moment next I was in the hold of

Hi all, My name is Sonu. I am a 20-year-old college student. I live in Pune with my older brother Raj, age 27, and his wife Sheetal, age 26. My parents died when we were young. Bhaiya had to bear all the hardships, getting a job while studying and taking the role of my parents. He made sure I never felt the loss of my parents and took care of all expenses and needs.Bhaiya was not just my older brother, he was my whole world. He was my father and mother and if there was a God, he would be in the image of bhaiya.When Bhaiya was 25, my relatives found a match for him. Then he got married to Bhabhi. Bhabhi was very fair. She was 5 feet 9 inches tall, which is a good match for bhaiya’s 6 feet 3 inches. She was well-built and homely. And she had motherly looks just like those bhabhis you see in the Indian serials.As for me, I got the short end of the genetic stick and stand at a measly 5 feet 2 inches with a frail physique compared to bhaiya’s tall and well-toned build. To my

My name is Asher. I am 20 years old and have a little hairy body. I have cut dick, and it is 7.5 inches long and 4 inches thick. My parents are Indian, but they moved to Bangkok, Thailand, after their marriage.Dad - his name is Aarav. His age is 42 years old. He has a hairy and muscular body. He has cut dick, and it is 7 inches long and 3-inch thick.Mom - her name is Anika. Her age is 40 years old. She has an amazing body with big boobs and butts.My parents are modern as well as religious. We run a nudist resort and dairy farm. My parents are open-minded. They never hesitate to have sex in front of me. I have seen them having sex many times.This incident happened during lockdown when my Dad and brother got stuck in India. I never had any sexual feelings for my Mom. I had seen her having sex many times, even with others. My parents are active in sex.It was just the beginning of lockdown. One night, I woke up to go to the washroom. I heard some noises from the hall. My Mom was fucking

I am Jayanthi, 33 (now), good-looking, mother, homemaker, and caretaker. My life is filled with feelings but I could not say less about sex because I enjoy doing sex.In this part, I will be narrating my old experiences and the things involved in my life which started this journey. I would like to share here the last 11 years of my life.2010 College FarewellLike everyone, my college life was also so colorful. I enjoyed it. I was a BA English graduate. I was good at my studies. Sometimes, even seniors also came to me to clear their doubts during my second and third years. I also enjoyed clearing those doubts.At college, we usually wore half-sarees and hence so many people called me ‘Teacher’. Even some professors also called me like that!My body figure was very clear to people (my stats were 26-24-28 at that time). I have seen many people ogling at me with waterfalls in their mouths! But I could not feel anything about this up to the beginning of my third year.At that time, one of

This incident happened when I was studying Engineering and was around 19 years old. My dad asked me to go to Madras (now Chennai) to his sister’s house to give her company. Her in-laws had left for the US to see their daughter who had given birth to a baby.Unfortunately, my Uncle had passed away 10 years back in an accident. My aunt Mandhira never married again and was staying with her in-laws without any issues. I have to tell you about my Mandhira aunty.She was around 37-38 years old. After her husband’s death, she didn’t marry again even though she was very young at that time. She decided to stay single and to look after her husband’s parents who were quite old and alone.I had just written my 1st-year exams and was enjoying my holidays. As ordered by my dad left for Madras by the morning first train. I reached Madras around 5 pm and went to my aunt’s place around 6 pm. Mandhira aunty was very happy to see me after a long time. She asked me to take bath and refresh myself

I, Nalini of 21 years old got married recently still enjoying my honeymoon with my husband Radhakrishnan who is into marketing and travels a lot. My size is 34-26-36 got medium sized breasts but fully firm with pink nipples and a bigger firm ass. My brother ravi is staying with me as he is having summer vacations, and since I was alone, to keep company. He was studying in 12th standard about 18 years of age.One day, as I was cooking breakfast and was alone as my hubby was on tour, I heard the doorbell. My hubby was supposed to arrive tomorrow morning, wondering who is at this earlier hour went and opened the door. I was surprised to see Manjula didi at the door who was sobbing, who came inside the house and locked the front door and she hugged me and said:" Nalini please help me my breasts are paining a lot, help me release the milk from my breasts". On hearing Manjula I was dumbstruck, in fact, Manjula was our neighbor of 26 years age married to Rakesh who is currently in us on an

I am a newly married housewife aged 26 years with a 34B-26-36, enjoying and satisfied with my husband’s lovemaking in bed, but still, yearn for a feminine body touch which I am missing from college girlfriend during our golden college days. I loved the soft hands of my girlfriend roaming and caressing my body and especially the soft hands pressing my breasts instead of my husband’s rough hands.It was a Monday morning at 11 am, had finished my bath and was wearing a loose T-shirt with no bra because I love my boobs dance freely when I am alone in the house and a long skirt with a panty. And as usual, I was busy with the cooking for the afternoon lunch when the doorbell rang, opened the door and saw our new maid Shanti at the door. Shanti was working for us from the past one month, a middle-aged decent looking lady of maybe 30 to 33 years old, slightly brownish in colour and she was about 5’ 3 "in height, slightly a plump lady with a 36D boobs and a fleshy stomach which was

I am Latha, a 23 years old housewife. My husband Ramu is employed in a private company as a clerk. I am having a child, aged about six months old now.It happened about a year ago. My husband had left for office in the morning. It was about 9.30 in the morning when I got a telephone call from him. He asked me to urgently come over to his office. He insisted that I should rush immediately. He did not tell me the reason, but his voice made me feel that he was in some trouble. Although I had not taken bath, I washed my face, applied light make up, left the child with a distant neighbor, hired an auto and reached his office. On seeing me, he took me to a private place. He looked shattered. His voice was choked. He told me that his management had fixed him up in a money misappropriation matter involving about 3 lakh rupees, and wanted to hand over him to police. Although he told me he was innocent, I didn’t believe him. We had constructed the house with some luxuries. He did not take any