It was a business meeting. Not mine. My wife was to meet a potential client for her apparel business. Large order, long term contracts, a big advance, the works. She had been working on the presentation for three whole days now, barely getting any sleep. The client was visiting our city with his wife, and my wife had offered to pitch. He had given us 72 hours and taken, for that time, my wife’s sanity and peace. I wasn’t sure if she’d taken a shower at the time. I’d fix a plate for her at meal times, and leave it outside the study. Twice, the plate lay there untouched, long after I had left it for her. The client had changed his plans suddenly, and invited us for dinner instead. The restaurant in the hotel’s lobby was good. Could we join his wife and him? My wife was to pitch to him after dinner, and we could do it in his room. He assured us the dinner would not affect the decision he made.
Author: SwirlingRedInk
XO [TW: revenge porn, FM]
Note: The following work contains themes of sexual violation and intrusion of privacy that may be disturbing or traumatizing for some readers. Please exercise discretion.
The rain beat against the corrugated iron sheets. It made curved patterns on the windows. They had gotten caught in the down pour, soaked by the time they made it under the shed of the cheap hotel in the centre of the city. The coaching classes had ended early. She told her mother she was visiting a friend’s house to study, while he told his parents he had extra work in college. They walked hand in hand in the rains, trying to make sure their bags did not get wet.
She had saved up some money, and they had both decided to lose their virginity to each other. He had stolen condoms from his father’s cupboard.
Grey [indian, ff, milf, dubcon]
Note : The author does not endorse dubious or questionable consent. Any implications of the same are only for dramatic purposes.
The steam from the shower had fogged up the mirror. Radhika stepped out of the glass cubicle and wore her bathrobe. She realised it was unnecessary, her husband and children had left the house to herself. She wiped the steam and looked at the woman in the mirror. Lines were appearing around the corners of the woman’s eyes. She had met that woman everyday, and yet, she looked different with each coming day. Her long, black hair was parted in the middle, resting on her shoulders, with glistening droplets that made spots on her bathrobe. She could see her scalp in more places now. It worried her. As she picked her lotion and face cream, she thought about her hair thinning and if she would have to use wigs. She took off her bathrobe. When she applied the lotion, she ran a finger on her the stretch marks on her shoulders and around her belly. The souvenir from birthing two children. She cupped her breasts and held them up, the way they would be when she was younger. They felt heavier now, and she thought they sagged.
Ice [indian, ffm, threesome, dirty talking, hair play, slapping]
The ice cold water in the shower jolted me awake. Then I put on a hoodie, track pants, my mud caked worn out sneakers and stepped onto the pavement outside my building. It was still early in the morning and the air was barmy, but the sun wasn’t out yet. I began at a steady pace, letting my muscles and body warm up. I thought about the events of last night. My girlfriend and I had a long, loud fight last night. We yelled and screamed and cursed. I had slept on the couch. I needed to run today, to clear my head. I ran my usual circuit, pushing myself for a couple of minutes more to avoid going home. Today I was being extra friendly with all the other women in the park. I had fantasised about some of them, especially the slightly older ones that kept in shape.
History [indian, MF, milf]
I drew the curtains and got into bed with my book, a compilation of essays and articles about Indian history. My wife was finishing up her night time routine, applying lotion on her elbows and moisturizing the areas between her toes and fingers. She raised her cotton nightgown to apply lotion on her fleshy thighs. She climbed in to bed with her tablet, to read her ebook – an account of a war written by an award winning journalist.
I had been married for 10 years. For a year before that, I had been seeing my wife. I thought she still looked the same, although she would disagree, and point out every place her body had changed – the rolls of fat, the folds on her thighs, her hair had thinned, her breasts had become larger – her body had become more sensuous over the years, the kind that ignited fantasies. I knew, it still ignited my fantasies. Two of those had led to kids, who were out for the weekend.
[On request] Polo [Indian, erotica,spin off, orgy, MF, MMF, MMMF, car]
Note: This is a continuation of my earlier work Ladder. Reading that might help in establishing context. Both of these have been created on specific requests by a reader. If you want a fantasy turned into erotica, DM me.
Neha began to work and paint a lot more, she claimed the experience with Ryan had opened up her third eye creatively. We fucked a lot less, but when we did, it was always more experimental. The last time we had had sex, Neha had blindfolded me, using only the tip of her tongue on the head of my cock, and talked dirty to me. She spoke about Ryan, and her fantasies of being watched and parading her naked body for strangers. She had my neck in a firm grip, and was teasing my cock with her thumb when I came, on her hands and on her stomach.
Stripes, turquoise and maroon – alternate [indian,FFM, threesome, MILF, exhibitionist]
She was pissed, my girlfriend. We had been driving for an hour, and were still some way off from our resort. We had fought some time before and now it was the heat and the lack of food in us that was making matters worse. I couldn’t wait to get to the beachside luxury resort that we had booked for our little getaway.
It was our last night in this sunny beachside town. The earlier days had been partying and lots of passionate fucking. I couldn’t get enough of her body. Her petite frame, her large boobs that made her conscious and made me drool, her fine black hair that always smelt good, and the way her waist curved in under that large bust.
Her top hung loosely, and I kept stealing glances at the top of her cleavage, where her locket rested. As angry as we were, I couldn’t wait to get to the resort, strip her, and lick on those delicious tits. The thought of it made me hard. By the time we checked in, her top was hanging low, showing off her tanned tits, and she was too tired to pull it up. We checked into the room, which had a balcony and old-ish wooden furniture, and after grabbing a snack we made our way to the beach. She tied her hair in a bun, put on her black and white striped bikini, and tied her hair in a loose bun. I just put on my beach shorts and we made our way to the private beach, hand in hand.
Chai [indian, couple, MF, married, realistic]
She made her way to the kitchen to make her second cup of tea. Her husband – Mr. Husband- as she called him in her head sometimes, was still sleeping. Work had been consuming most of his time lately. Yesterday would have been their designated “Together Night” but he had returned home much later than usual. It wasn’t entirely unusual, but now she realized that over the last two months she had missed him. His parents had been home for a month, then work had consumed her time , and then the last two weeks had exhausted them both entirely- busy work days coupled with all the social obligations of a wedding in the family, her cousin’s wedding. They’d gone days without talking to each other. She thought of all this, and the Sleeping Mr. Husband while she waited for the water to boil. She had just finished a leisurely morning walk and her kurti and track pant was damp in places because of the sweat. Their off days had finally converged, and she was hoping neither of them would get any frantic calls from their respective workplaces.
[On request] Ordinary [Indian, interracial, heteroflexible, cuckold, anal, MF, MMMF]
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Note: Any reference to any sexual orientation is only for dramatic purposes and should not be construed as mockery or degradation
If you saw Ajay and Ria in a supermarket, you probably wouldn’t give them a second look. They looked like any of the young couples you’d see in a city, late 20s or early 30s, married or possibly living in.
You’d spot them getting bread and eggs, or a big jar of nutella on a weekend morning and then go about your day. You wouldn’t notice their clothes either, faded sweatpants and tshirts, or Ria in shorts. A conventionally attractive, “decent” couple. The kind landlords thought would probably not party much. And they were right too. They were ordinary and decent, Ajay with his tech job, and Ria with hers in a PR agency. They were batchmates in engineering college and had started dating when Ria had come to seek advice from Ajay before switching her field. A few months later, after a drunken date, Ajay had taken Ria’s virginity in a hotel room. Not like Ajay had been particularly popular with women, but his ex-girlfriend had ensured he wasn’t a virgin. Ajay wasn’t particularly skilled, but years of viewing porn in seedy cafes, on cheap dvds and on mobile screens had given him fodder for imagination.
Glow [Indian, female POV, MF, masturbation, exhibitionism]
The screen of her smartphone glowed under the cover. She had been trolling this chat room for almost an hour, but found no one interesting. As soon as they found she was a girl, the chat turned juvenile, and guttural. She turned over and adjusted her panty that had become moist. She was unsure if it was real arousal or just the dry heat. Any urges that seemed to have existed, evaporated with the badly framed questions and misdirected sexual energy of the chat room. She was tempted to take off her tshirt so she could sleep peacefully in the oppressive heat. But she settled for airing her hair, rolling up her tshirtto expose her belly, and hitching her faded skirt just above her knees. She rolled over and went to sleep, with the restlessness that marks a job unfinished.