#cheating, #domination, #roughSex
’One night at a college party, Riya, who had always been the perfect student-bright, well-behaved, and on track for an elite scholarship, had a heated argument with Ajay that turned ugly when she accused him of using his connections with professors to stay ahead. Unafraid he retaliated by bringing up her own difficulties, including how she had relied on tutoring favours and avoided college regulations to balance her grades and part-time job.’
#nsfw, #romance, #cheating
’Now, here I was, trapped in this living hell that played out in front of our families, watching them play happy couple. How his hand came to rest on her lower back, how his fingertips touched the skin on her spine, made my stomach churn - I think it was jealousy, or fury, or something more sinister. It was like being a mere spectator while another person experiences all the things they had ever promised me; and this was slowly strangling me. My grip of the glass containing the wine tightened and the tips of my fingers dug into the stem.’
#nsfw, #teen, #adventure
’Seven days ago a video went viral. It was blurry, dark, and intended for her to remain anonymous in the frame. It was so vulgar, a girl kneeling down nude having sex with many men without mercy. The only noticeable physical feature was a tiny, beautiful tattoo on her right shoulder - an easily recognizable symbol that most people have seen on you wearing a sleeveless dress at different campus functions.’
#nsfw, #cheating, #milf
’I was done with the whole good wife act. Done playing house for a man who didn't give a shit about me beyond what I could do for him. If society wanted to call me a slut, fine. Let them. At least I was enjoying myself for once. At least I was _living_. I wasn't tied down by those suffocating traditions anymore. I had seen too many women in my neighborhood go through the same shit - spending their whole lives pleasing their husbands, only to be tossed aside once they weren't “useful” anymore. I refused to let myself shrink and vanish.’
#nsfw, #blackmail, #rough
’Neha sighed and moved towards him, she wanted to avert her eyes from few of the men hovering around and learing at them. The shoe maker, a middle-aged man who had white and black hair was looking up as she approached and his eyes popped open when he saw her. His gaze audaciously roamed through her body almost disrespecting her but his eyes were drawn to her exposed stomach and her firm bosom.’
#misogyny, #slavery, #nsfw
’Raj ke jaane ke baad, Vikram Singh ka Radha par adhik niyantran badh gaya. Unhone isse apni ideal traditional aurat banane ka mauka dekha. Apne kathor niyam aur ummeedon ke saath, Vikram Singh Radha ko apni poori tarah se nishan banane ke liye dabav daal rahe hain. Adhikaarik sambandh badal gaye hain, aur Vikram Singh ne yeh spasht kar diya ki uska kirdar sirf seva aur samarpan ka hai, use apni adhikaarik manzilon ko pura karna padega aur apne upar poori tarah nirbhar rahna padega.’
#domination, #roughSex, #couple
’However, as the months go by, Anay's demeanor begins to change. His initial sweetness gives way to possessiveness. He becomes increasingly controlling, insisting on knowing her whereabouts at all times and demanding that she spend every free moment with him. Anay's jealousy flares up when Aisha interacts with her new friends or engages in extracurricular activities without his presence. His sweet demeanor changes into a domineering attitude, with constant scrutiny over her social media, dress choices, and academic interactions.’
#nsfw, #threesome, #mature
’With a grin, I returned to her breasts, using my hands to blend and massage them while my mouth worked its magic. I alternated between sucking and nipping, enjoying the way she gasped and squirmed beneath me. Her moans grew louder, her body arching into mine as I pushed her closer to the edge. Each sound she made was a confirmation to the pleasure she was experiencing, a reward for every touch and kiss.’
#corruption, #multipleCharacters
’Unable to resist, Aisha finally succumbs to his advances. Raj's hands explore her body with practiced ease, their movements synchronized in a fervent, forbidden dance. They fall onto the plush couch, her soft gasps and innocent pleas mingling with his experienced touch. The room fills with the sounds of their fervent whispers and breathless moans, the intensity of their connection searing into Aisha's memory.’