I am a 28 year old guy from Ahmedabad who lives alone in this city for last 2 years and I am a great sex lover and get erection easily when the topic comes to sex. I also watch XXX movies and from which I have learnt lots of positions for having sex. This is an incident which I had 6 months ago. One day when I opened my e mail box to check my mails I saw that there was a mail from a lady named Deepa in which the subject was,’Please Help Me’.I got excieted and immediately opened the mail to read what Deepa had written. She was a 29 year old married lady from Ahmedabad with two kids (A 9 year old daughter and a 6 year old son) and was happily married.
Hi, I am 21 years old girl and my name is Swathi Reddy. This is my first experience and it happened 1 month back. Firstly from my status, I am 5?7? tall sexy girl with a 36,24,36. I completed my B.Tech 3rd year and I went to my relatives house in Anantupur in the vacation to learn some advanced courses in computers. In the house there were aunt, uncle and their son Rakesh who was studying engg 1st year in JNTU anantapur. Their son was 18 years old and 5?9? tall and fair in complextion.
Both the parensts were employees and most of the time they were out of town or busy with their duty. They asked me to clarify doubts in computers to their son as he took computer science in engineering and I was also a computer student. My parents said to me that they were very decent family and you have to behave in a nice manner.
Hello friends my name is xyz and I am 20, a smart looking guy and this is the story which is not real but my dream. Except for its inconspicuous lock, the door at the end of the short hallway of Miranda’s middle-class home looked perfectly ordinary. But the windowless room beyond the locked door was a sexual Never-Never Land, a fantastic reflection in a kinky Looking Glass. While Miranda watched, amused, the key dangling from her finger, I took one step inside, then another — and stopped, staring. My heart was racing, my eyes wide.
I’m a guy from PAKISTAN. This trust me is a true story. No not a storie it is an incidence which truly happened. So i’m not going to reveal my name & any identities. Here is how it goes.
I’m a guy working in a P C ( BHURBAN ).( I cant tell my post or name as I can lose my job. Actually I’m taking a great risk here as if anyone knows abt this i’ll be dismised immidietly but anyways!). Its a very royal hotel not meant for any ordinary middleclass people. Rich people come here. Some actors & actresses also come here for privacy. I like almost all actresses. But there is one actress who is a sensetion & is a persone ’cause of whom i’m wriiting this. Its REEMA !! This happened in Sept 2002. I was told thst REEMA is going to visit our hotel. I was happy as alway to know that an actress is coming. In that september our hotel was not crowded as it was a rainy season & not many times can people go out of hotel as it rains cats & dogs here.
Hello to the lovers of Indian-Stories stories. This is my really true story, where as everyone says the same but its really true. I tell you about myself, my name is Zargham, from Karachi, 26 years old and height 5 8. I chose the title of this story for the benefit of those females who live in Karachi, so that they can satisfy their needs easily.
Now, come to the story. I’m very horny from a very young age, I don’t know exactly since when? But when I was in 4th or 5th class, it started. Anyways, there are so many sex incidents happened to me but here I’m narrating the incident that I like most. It was a story when I was doing my masters, my younger brother found a tuition in our neighbors. His student was a little kid in 2nd standard. My brother was going their home to teach the kid. But after 1 week my younger brother got his inter exams so he left that tuition but the parents of that kid said my brother to give them a good tutor as a replacement, so my brother asked me to continue teaching that kid as his replacement.
People talk about there fantasies and much thing for others to enjoy them. Some may be just making other what they fantasies in their life and what they dream of but r unable to do. fantasising is not what we have the chances of doin or courage of doing. but telling what u have done really is very very difficult. u all be thinking that what am I saying to u all.to start what I really had very little of thinking to do I need to introduce my self to u.i m dida (fake) name from rwp Pakistan. I’m 25 now what I did came to happen when I was 22 only. Seeing me I look like 25 at taht time. ppl always confused bout my age n physic and they always used to say that I m lying when I told them bout my real age. The thing happened was between my chachi and me. Well her name tuba(fake) she was 34 at that time was awsomely beautiful due to her large breats that I was in luv of. She had a tremendous figure of 38c 30 42.u can now imagine what she been worth of looking at,,,, well she is a mother of 2 sons and a lil daughter ;
Her husband (Mr. Ram) was a businessman. They had a daughter also due to business work Ram had to visit different places in order to monitor and promote the sales of their products. She cannot have sex as much as she likes and at the time, she wants because her husband was always towards his business and do not take care of her and her feelings. However, she can go to trip with her husband but she never liked to go so she used to stay at home. Her daughter was in a hostel she mailed me with her feeling and told me that she want to have sex with me. She send me her pics through mail so seeing her pics I could say that she is a very horny woman with stat 37-27-38 and she told me her stat too who was hungry for sex. She was from BARODA and I from SURAT cant met but we waited for luck and one-day luck was on our side she mailed me saying that her husband had a 2 weeks trip to SURAT and she was also coming here with him. However, I have fucked many gals and woman before too but seeing her pics I had a dream to fuck her.
I had been sexually frustrated in my marriage for quite some time. At the time that the events of the previous rainy season transpired, I and Swami had been married for ten years. After an initial ‘honeymoon’ period of one or two years, the luster had faded considerably. From the perspective of my girlfriends, however, I had it all: a caring, doting husband who was not only handsome but rich as well. Yet behind the picture perfect facade was a marriage that yielded neither passion nor excitement. It was a case of the sum was not equal to the parts: individually both I and Swami were lovely people; as a couple, however, our union lacked that essential spark, both emotionally and physically. For me, the fact that my marriage was also emotionally flat only exacerbated the lack of sexual shortcomings of the relationship. I found my husband far too accommodating, too passive, and too lacking in ego to ever cause my heart to go pitter-patter, or my panties to dampen like they had in the beginning.
Vibha was herself crazy with hot incredible desire. She was positively dying with fuck-hunger. After watching the scene of Reena being fucked by Javed, Vibha’s own wet cunt was coursing and burbling with prickly fires. Vibha got down between Javed’s legs and grasped his semi-erect cock in her soft, skilled hand and began to lightly stroke her hand up and down the length of his cock, stimulating the super-sensitive underside with her supple fingers, feeling it still growing and swelling in her hand. She held his almost erect cock in both hands and started sucking him like it was the last cock she would ever see. Reena bent down and held his cock with both hands for Vibha as she was sucking the life out of it. Trying to get it hard again. Meanwhile, Reena also licked his balls and thighs.
When she knocked on the door I had just gotten out of the shower and was still dripping wet. I pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and ran to answer the door. I yanked the door open and was met with the sight of a woman probably around 34-35. She had a large friendly smile on her lips and in her hand she was holding what appeared to be fresh idlis..
I looked her up and down, and then I said, “Hello.”
She was dark haired, probably five foot five or six, with large breasts and what looked to be a very nice ass. She was wearing a kaftan. I figured that she was probably pleasantly plump, although if she was, she was in no way slim. “Very nice!” I thought to myself.
She said, “Hello. My name is Shanthi and I figured that I would welcome you to the neighborhood.” And she thrust the plate at me.