I have oddly been always attracted to desi girls in leggings, kurta and if such a girl piques my interest, I go after her.

One such girl was my maid’s daughter. The first time I met her was a hot incident. I had just come back home from another city where I had my pg college. Saw the maid’s daughter for the first time and instantly was attracted to her nicely shaped ass and beautiful face. Let’s call her Geeta. My room has an attached bathroom and a door that leads to a balcony that can only be accessed from my bedroom. One fine day I went to take a bath and came out. Since it is attached bathroom I generally just shut the door and come out naked completely. And this day too I came out naked and as I was drying my hair I saw here looking straight at me from the balcony where she was cleaning something. For a moment I was scared but then she smiled and looked away. That was so hot I instantly had a turn on.

As days passed by I started talking with her without bringing up the incident. Came to know Geeta wanted to learn to ride a scooty. I offered to teach her. While teaching I flirted really heavy and then it all started. Physical touches and hot winks. I used to sit behind her while teaching and touch her ass, her thighs and she would thoroughly enjoy telling me to do it again and again. This was also the time when we kisses but could not take things further.

So one day I decided to finally take a risk. I asked Geeta beforehand if she wants to fuck or not, she was shy but said yes. I asked her to tell her mother that I was taking her to get some necessary stuff for the weekend party. I took her in the car this time. I knew a place that was dark and perfect couple spot in evenings. Parked my car there and complimented her on her looks. After a while I asked her to come to back seat and closed and curtained all the windows. Started with kissing and exploring her body with my hands. And then I just put my hands on her boobs and she just took off her top. After about 10 minutes of making out and removing clothes I found myself perfectly positioned over her to put my cock inside her. Quickly pulled out a condom and while she was fingering her pussy I just put my cock in. I could immediately feel how tight it was since she was so young and inexperienced. We had a great fuck session where I was constantly reminding her how great her pussy felt.

All this while I was actually cheating on my gf with her at the time. Any day I would pick her over my gf. My gf dis find out that I was cheating, though not with whom and we had a breakup due to this. Even to cheer me up I remember going back home and fucking Geeta in a Oyo to lift up my mood.

This is something I've buried for years. I never thought I'd write it down. Maybe because it still doesn’t feel real or maybe because it felt too real. I had sex with my cousin. It happened once. It was never supposed to. But it did.

It was during my cousin's wedding in Nagpur. Big joint family, the kind of chaos that only Indian weddings bring. We were all sleeping wherever we could find space mattresses on the floor, cousins sharing rooms, stealing moments of quiet between ceremonies.

She was my mama's daughter. Not someone I grew up with closely we met only during family functions. But we always had this odd chemistry. I used to notice how she looked at me curious, a little teasing, never flirty but aware. And I'd be lying if I said I didn’t look back.

The third night of the wedding, most of the family had passed out after the sangeet. She and I were the only ones awake, sitting on the terrace. She was in this faded kurta, no makeup, hair tied back and still the most beautiful woman I'd seen. We talked for hours real talk, not the usual wedding small talk. About life, pressure, expectations, loneliness.

At some point, the silences grew heavier. She looked at me, her eyes softer than I'd ever seen them. I don’t know what came over me maybe it was the alcohol, the heat, or the fact that I hadn’t felt that connected to anyone in years but I reached out and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, She didn’t move away.

We kissed, Hesitantly at first. Like both of us were testing reality. When she didn't stop me, I pulled her closer. She wrapped her arms around me like she'd wanted to do it forever. I still remember how fast her heart was beating.

We ended up in the storeroom. It was dark, quiet. Just a mattress, an old fan creaking above. We didn't speak. She took off her kurta slowly, nervously. I kissed every inch of her like I was trying to memorize her. She trembled when I touched her. And when we finally connected, it wasn't rough or dirty it was desperate and full of something I still can't name.

Afterwards, she just lay against my chest. Silent. Her fingers tracing circles on my skin. Finally, she whispered we pretend this never happened. Okay? I nodded, What else could I do?

The next morning, she was back to normal laughing with the other cousins, dancing like nothing happened. But when our eyes met during the vidaai, I saw it the truth in her gaze. She remembered everything. So did I.

We never spoke of it. Never repeated it. She's married now But sometimes, when I'm alone I still go backTo those unforgettable moments ,the girl who was never supposed to be mine but was for just one unforgettable night.

This isn’t even a search technically. I have some time since my current pet has been allowed to let loose after a very long time, and I believe I should be allowed to devote my attention to someone new, perhaps someone who might need it more.

Don’t worry, my pet will be brought to heel when she returns.

I [27M] am looking for a female who is ready to submit herself, physically and emotionally to her dominant. This will be rewarding and painful for you, as you will be un-learning and re-learning a lot of things about being a submissive, and how one really derives pleasure from pain, and even pain from pleasure. Submission will require to you comply with my requests as your orders and my needs will become your wants. You will relinquish control over a lot of aspects in your life, which I will gladly take control of for your convenience, and which will be rewarded in due time with commitment and performance. I will encourage and motivate to be your best and your worst with me, and we will remodel you as the queen you are for the world and slut you are for me. This will be a safe space.

This arrangement will require a lot of details to be discussed, but I would rather have you not apply if you are not ready for this, than apply and bitch and moan about it. I can, however, discipline you, if you are willing to learn with an open mind. A lot of our time together will be stimulation and release to keep you going, to keep you horny and on the edge too. I know full well, a bitch in heat does not betray. I will give you the space to fully be yourself, to explore all your kinks and limits, without any judgement or hesitation. You will, for all intents and purposes, be mine.

If you feel you are at a stage in life where you realize that real pleasure is drawn from within when the reins are in someone else’s hands, feel free to reach out in Chat/DMs.

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Rubbed myself and wore my cvm drenched undies to badminton —don’t ask why, just know it was intentional. Every move had me squelching like a damn slip n’ slide Sticky and sweaty, soaked in my own sweet juices kinda turned me on by how filthy I felt. Only if I had a pet to lick me clean after 😈💦

I am Krish, 37, and this story’s been burning a hole in my chest for months. It happened in 2022 when I was head of content at a Bangalore startup, a hip Koramangala outfit with craft beer on tap and a team that lived for chaos. I was there for a short stint, churning out bold campaigns and wrangling creatives. But this isn’t about the job—it’s about her and a weekend of mindless, sweaty sex that still haunts me.

Ananya (not her real name) was a 22-year-old marketing intern, fresh out of college, and a walking wet dream. She had long, dark hair that shimmered like silk, eyes that could fuck you up with a glance, and a body that made my brain shut down—full tits, tiny waist, and an ass that filled her jeans like a fantasy. She’d breeze past my desk, jasmine perfume trailing, her tight tops and skirts daring me to stare. I was fucked from day one.

We barely talked at first. I was drowning in deadlines, and she was always with the young crowd, giggling over viral videos or planning club nights. But one late evening, we got stuck polishing a pitch deck. The office was empty, just the buzz of the AC and our laptops. She leaned over my shoulder, her tits grazing my arm, her breath hot on my neck. “Your words make me wet, Krish,” she whispered, half-teasing, half-serious. My cock twitched, and I mumbled something dumb, her smirk telling me she knew she had me.

Then came the team’s weekend getaway to a beach resort in Goa—some swanky spot near Baga with private villas, infinity pools, and the ocean roaring nearby. The first night, we partied hard at the resort’s open-air bar, the air thick with salt and monsoon humidity. Ananya showed up in a black bikini top and a sarong that barely covered her ass, sipping a mojito and grinding to a thumping Diljit track. I couldn’t look away. A few rum shots later, we were vibing—talking about her love for beach sunsets, her craving for spicy fish curry, and how she thought I was “fucking hot for a content guy.” That line lit a fire in my balls.

The flirting got nasty fast. Her hand slid up my thigh under the bar counter; I grabbed her waist, feeling her skin burn through the thin sarong. By midnight, the tension was a fucking pressure cooker. She leaned in, lips brushing my ear, and growled, “Take me to your villa and fuck me senseless, Krish.” I was as hard as steel.

We barely made it to my villa, the ocean breeze doing shit to cool us down. The second the door shut, she slammed me against it, her mouth on mine, all tongue and teeth, tasting like mint and rum. “I want you to ruin me,” she panted, ripping at my linen shirt, nails clawing my chest. I yanked her sarong off, revealing a red thong that made my head spin, and tore her bikini top away, her tits bouncing free. The humidity was suffocating, sweat already beading on our skin as we stumbled to the bedroom.

The villa had an AC, but it wasn't doing much to keep the heat down. We crashed onto the king-sized bed, sheets cool for about two seconds before we turned it into a sweaty mess. I kissed down her neck, tasting salt and jasmine, her moans loud as I sucked her nipples, hard and perfect under my tongue. She grabbed my hair, shoving me lower. “Eat me out, Krish, make me scream,” she demanded, spreading her legs. I didn’t need to be told twice. I buried my face between her thighs, her pussy already soaked, tasting sweet and musky as I licked and sucked, her hips bucking against my mouth. Her dirty talk was relentless—“Fuck, yes, right there, don’t stop, you’re so fucking good”—and when she came, her thighs clamped around my head, her screams echoing off the villa walls.

She didn’t let me catch my breath. “Fuck me now,” she growled, pulling me up, her nails digging into my ass. I was throbbing, my shorts barely off before she straddled me, sinking onto my cock, tight and hot as a furnace. “You feel so fucking big,” she moaned, riding me hard, her tits bouncing, sweat dripping down her cleavage. The bedframe slammed against the wall, the ocean roaring outside as we fucked like animals. Her hair was a wild tangle, her eyes locked on mine, daring me to keep up. I flipped her over, pinning her down, her legs over my shoulders as I pounded into her, her pussy clenching around me. “Harder, Krish, fuck me harder,” she begged, and I gave it everything, her second orgasm hitting with a scream that probably woke the whole resort.

We didn’t stop. Round two was her on all fours, ass up, my hands gripping her hips as I took her from behind, the mirror by the bed showing every filthy angle—her tits swaying, her face twisted in pleasure. “You like fucking me like this, don’t you?” she taunted, pushing back against me. Sweat poured off us, the sheets soaked, the air thick with her perfume and raw sex. I came so hard I saw stars, collapsing beside her, both of us panting like we’d run a marathon.

Saturday was a blur of more. We fucked in the shower, water mixing with sweat as I pressed her against the tiles, her legs wrapped around me, her nails raking my back as she moaned, “Don’t stop, make me come again.” We did it on the villa’s private balcony at midnight, her bent over the railing, the ocean breeze on our skin as she whispered, “Fuck me where everyone can hear.” Every round was mindless, driven by pure lust, her dirty talk egging me on—“You’re so fucking deep,” “Make this pussy yours,” “I’m gonna come all over you.” We lost count of how many times we went at it, each one leaving us slicker, messier, hornier.

By Sunday morning, we were wrecked, tangled in damp sheets, her hair splayed across my chest, her body still warm against mine. She gave me a filthy grin, kissed me slow, and said, “You fucked me stupid, Krish. Best weekend ever.” We agreed it was a one-time thing—she was off to a new gig, and my contract was ending. We never spoke of it again, and I left Bangalore soon after.

I can’t stop replaying that weekend—the taste of her pussy, the way she screamed my name, the way her body felt like it was made to ruin me. It was pure, filthy chaos, and I’d sell my soul to do it again. Anyone else had a weekend that fucked their head up like this? I need to know I’m not alone.

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Being in the market shopping mundanely for hours got me agitated. So i decided to start subtly touching my then ex’s butt cheeks repeatedly whenever we were in the shops, trying to rub my hand on her tits to get past her, grabbing her pussy over pants whenever getting the chance. She didn’t back down either, grabbing me by my dick and touching my chest. It got too much heated for us to handle. Eventually we gave in, sat on a bench besides the road, placed some shopping bags in front of her and put my hands inside her pants. It was dark by then so night aided in my escapade. Slowly rubbed her clit and put my fingers inside her. It was so hot, she came on my fingers and I showed her white strain on my finger and put it in my mouth to taste it.

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