Fiction Roleplay Plots

2025-09-06

Fiction

The Best Gift Ever

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’The sway of her bare waist looked even better with the jingling of her kamarbandh. When she stood on her toes to stretch her back, her curves became more enhanced due to the saree that fit tightly against her ass. Rahman's fixated stare at her movements showed he was completely captivated with her intentional show. Then, with one intentional sway, the kamarbandh slipped and fell. At that moment, she finally raised the cutlery and glasses. “Found them!”’

Riya JadhavRead more

2025-08-30

Fiction

Pleasures of Holding Back

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’She was left now with only her black sheer bra and petticoat on. She grabbed the towel off the hook on the wall. Standing in front of the mirror, she started drying herself up—her waist, her arms, her wet legs. She rubbed the towel across her collarbone and over her cleavage and through her long hair. The slow rubbing warmed her up a little, and she found herself admiring her mirror image. Her thin waist, her flat stomach, the 32DD breasts she had maintained so well over the years—not an hourglass figure, but undeniably feminine and attractive. She smiled a little at her own reflection.’

Riya JadhavRead more

2025-08-28

Fiction

No More Deception

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’Isha glanced down and laughed a little, which did not quite reach her eyes. “Oh, this? God, no. He wouldn't even hurt a fly.” She looked down the sleeve. “That is simply as a result of messing around. We are a bit intense.” She leaned forward and said, “We have experimented a bit. It is like a desi style of BDSM. It's all about trust, you know? And very addictive.” There was a certain glint in her eyes, as if she truly enjoyed what they were doing and that caught Riya’s attention.’

Riya JadhavRead more

2025-04-19

Fiction

Boulevard Of Broken Dreams

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Years passed and soon she bought a small apartment in a decent neighbourhood. After 6 years of being a prostitute and a slave to anyone who can pay for any kind of work, She finally stopped being a prostitute. Gaining back some self respect she wanted a respectful life now. After years of being exploited she wanted to live a life where she's not a whore to anyone.

Raven KrigsmarinaRead more

2025-03-29

Fiction

Savita Ki Himmat Mitti Mein

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’Par Savita galat kaam ke aage jhukne wali nahi hai. Uske naram haath kaanpte hain, lekin irada pakka rehta hai. Ek jhatke mein, apni maa ki cheekh ko nazarandaaz karte hue, woh uthti hai aur emergency chain kheenchti hai. Train cheekhti hui rukti hai, choron ka santulan bigadta hai. Bheed mein do chor darwaze se kood padte hain, shaam ke andhere mein gayab ho jate hain. Teesra, ek patla sa aadmi jiske gaal par nishaan hai, itna khush kismat nahi hota. Yaatri gusse mein us par hamla bolte hain, use daba dete hain. Savita haanfte hue khadi hoti hai, uska seena tez saanson ke saath uth raha hai, jab bheed uss chor ko baandh dete hai.

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2025-02-17

Fiction

Grounded In Desire

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’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.’

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2024-11-15

Fiction

Window Lady and the Boss

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Aur baato baato mei aarif jaan gya tha k shalu kaafi aleli hai aur usey kisi k sath ki jrurt hai whi aarif ko shalu jesi aurat ki apne bistar mei jarurt thi. Aarif shalu ko apne sath office meetings k liye le jaane lga tha aur esa dikhane lga tha k wo uski bhot parvah krta hai aur ab shalu bhi kahi na kahi aarif ko psnd krne lgi thi pr wo darr rhi thi k kahi uski wajh se aarif ki shadi shuda zindagi khrab na ho jaaye. Ese hi wqt k sath shalu aarif k kaafi karib aachuki thi aur kbhi kbhi aarif ka usey chuna psnd aane lga tha. Ese hi kisi ek office meeting pr jb sb sath mei out of station gye honge whaa client k sath deal final hone pr party k wqt phli baar aarif shalu k karib aayega aur shalu phli baar mei hi is trha aarif k karib aane pr behakti hui usk kamre tk pahcuh jaayegi jhaa aarif phli baar aarif shalu ki widhwa chut ko chodne ka mjaa lega.

Shreya BansalRead more

2024-11-14

Fiction

Dandiya Nights with a Stranger

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Shalu k sath chedkhaaniyan krte hue aarif ko bhrosa tha k wo jldi hi shalu k sath hum bistar ho jaayega pr shalu ab bhi ghbrai hui thi aur ab tk khud se koi kadam nhi uthai thi whi aarif k baaki sathi bhi dekh chuke thay shalu aur aarif k bich jo chal rha tha aur unhe bs itna hi malal tha k wo khud shalu k sath pehal nhi kr paaye thay. Sath hi shalu k itna wqt lene ki wajh se ab aarif ka bhi majak ban ne lga tha k dandiya k din khtm hone ko aaye thay aur is saal un logo k hath kuch nhi aaya tha aur aarif abhi tk ek hi ldki k piche pda hua tha. Shalu bhi naa chahte hue aarif ki trf bdh rhi thi har din ache se taiyar ho kr jana aur aarif k karib aane ka intezar krna pr kahi na kahi shalu ne jo apne mann mei ek mard ki tasveer bnai thi shalu uski jgha aarif ko nhi rkh paa rhi thi aur isi wajh se wo aage nhi bdh paa rhi thi whi aarif sirf shalu ko tdapta hua dekh kr khush ho rha tha ye jaante hue k aakhri din tk wo shalu ko apne bistar tk jrur le aayega.

Shreya BansalRead more

2024-10-15

Fiction

Walking The Path of Corruption

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‘I adjust the strap of my camisole, feeling like a siren luring him back into my life. The shadows dance around me, conspiring to keep our secret safe. My phone vibrates, his message - 'I'm here.' My pulse races, my breath catches. I take one last look at my sleeping children and turn away, leaving innocence behind. Tonight, I'll choose desire over duty, passion over commitment. I slip into the darkness, ready to unravel the threads of my marriage, ready to rekindle the flame that never truly faded.’

Arundhati DevarajRead more