PART 2 – Heat in the Garage🔥
The garage was dim, lit only by a flickering tube light above. The place reeked of engine oil, sweat and rust—but in one corner, on an old mattress spread over the dusty floor, Natasha lay like something far too soft for a world this hard.
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🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞 Spicy smut shots are short stories with some plot and smut. This is the book 2. This book contains bunch of erotic stories. ⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ THIS STORY IS FOR MATURE AUDIENCE AS IT CONTAINS MATURE SCENES, GIFS AND 18+PICS. ||READ AT YOUR OWN RISK||
Prologue The golden lights of the Jaipur fort shimmered across the lawn as I stood laughing with my friends. Suddenly she appeared right in front of me, Anika, the LA-returned bombshell in a deep-neckline top that barely contained her heavy, swaying breasts. My eyes dropped shamelessly to that deep, inviting cleavage, then slid lower to her bare, toned navel glistening under the fairy lights. I just stared, frozen. She waved her hand in front of my face with a wicked smile. “Hey… kahan kho gaye?” (Hey… where did you get lost?) I blinked, trying to act normal, but my gaze kept slipping back to her curves. “Mere saath chaloge na?” (Won’t you come with me?) she asked, voice low and teasing. “Kahan?” (Where?) I managed, voice already rough. “Mere room mein,” (To my room) she said straight, no hesitation, eyes locked on mine like she already knew what I wanted. My dick twitched hard in my jeans. Fuck, she’s so forward. I smiled under my breath, heart pounding. “Chal,” (Let’s go) I said, voice thick. She turned and walked ahead. I followed, eyes glued to the way her round ass bounced perfectly in the fitted jeans, hips swaying like an invitation. Every step made my blood roar louder. *************** Anika, a sultry sexy LA-returned beauty with killer curves, arrived in Jaipur for her best friend’s royal wedding and locked eyes with Yuvaan, the rugged, flirty groom's brother dripping with macho charm. What began as bold flirting and stolen touches exploded into a wild, filthy sex marathon with roughness, kinkiness and relentless, across havelis, rooms, and secret corners. They devour each other with zero regrets, pushing every boundary under the stars. But when passion burns this hot, can they really keep it only physical?
🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞 Spicy smut shots are short stories with some plot and smut. This is the book 2. This book contains bunch of erotic stories. ⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ THIS STORY IS FOR MATURE AUDIENCE AS IT CONTAINS MATURE SCENES, GIFS AND 18+PICS. ||READ AT YOUR OWN RISK||
Prologue The golden lights of the Jaipur fort shimmered across the lawn as I stood laughing with my friends. Suddenly she appeared right in front of me, Anika, the LA-returned bombshell in a deep-neckline top that barely contained her heavy, swaying breasts. My eyes dropped shamelessly to that deep, inviting cleavage, then slid lower to her bare, toned navel glistening under the fairy lights. I just stared, frozen. She waved her hand in front of my face with a wicked smile. “Hey… kahan kho gaye?” (Hey… where did you get lost?) I blinked, trying to act normal, but my gaze kept slipping back to her curves. “Mere saath chaloge na?” (Won’t you come with me?) she asked, voice low and teasing. “Kahan?” (Where?) I managed, voice already rough. “Mere room mein,” (To my room) she said straight, no hesitation, eyes locked on mine like she already knew what I wanted. My dick twitched hard in my jeans. Fuck, she’s so forward. I smiled under my breath, heart pounding. “Chal,” (Let’s go) I said, voice thick. She turned and walked ahead. I followed, eyes glued to the way her round ass bounced perfectly in the fitted jeans, hips swaying like an invitation. Every step made my blood roar louder. *************** Anika, a sultry sexy LA-returned beauty with killer curves, arrived in Jaipur for her best friend’s royal wedding and locked eyes with Yuvaan, the rugged, flirty groom's brother dripping with macho charm. What began as bold flirting and stolen touches exploded into a wild, filthy sex marathon with roughness, kinkiness and relentless, across havelis, rooms, and secret corners. They devour each other with zero regrets, pushing every boundary under the stars. But when passion burns this hot, can they really keep it only physical?
Prologue The golden lights of the Jaipur fort shimmered across the lawn as I stood laughing with my friends. Suddenly she appeared right in front of me, Anika, the LA-returned bombshell in a deep-neckline top that barely contained her heavy, swaying breasts. My eyes dropped shamelessly to that deep, inviting cleavage, then slid lower to her bare, toned navel glistening under the fairy lights. I just stared, frozen. She waved her hand in front of my face with a wicked smile. “Hey… kahan kho gaye?” (Hey… where did you get lost?) I blinked, trying to act normal, but my gaze kept slipping back to her curves. “Mere saath chaloge na?” (Won’t you come with me?) she asked, voice low and teasing. “Kahan?” (Where?) I managed, voice already rough. “Mere room mein,” (To my room) she said straight, no hesitation, eyes locked on mine like she already knew what I wanted. My dick twitched hard in my jeans. Fuck, she’s so forward. I smiled under my breath, heart pounding. “Chal,” (Let’s go) I said, voice thick. She turned and walked ahead. I followed, eyes glued to the way her round ass bounced perfectly in the fitted jeans, hips swaying like an invitation. Every step made my blood roar louder. *************** Anika, a sultry sexy LA-returned beauty with killer curves, arrived in Jaipur for her best friend’s royal wedding and locked eyes with Yuvaan, the rugged, flirty groom's brother dripping with macho charm. What began as bold flirting and stolen touches exploded into a wild, filthy sex marathon with roughness, kinkiness and relentless, across havelis, rooms, and secret corners. They devour each other with zero regrets, pushing every boundary under the stars. But when passion burns this hot, can they really keep it only physical?
🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞 Spicy smut shots are short stories with some plot and smut. This is the book 2. This book contains bunch of erotic stories. ⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ THIS STORY IS FOR MATURE AUDIENCE AS IT CONTAINS MATURE SCENES, GIFS AND 18+PICS. ||READ AT YOUR OWN RISK||
🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞 Spicy smut shots are short stories with some plot and smut. This is the book 2. This book contains bunch of erotic stories. ⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ THIS STORY IS FOR MATURE AUDIENCE AS IT CONTAINS MATURE SCENES, GIFS AND 18+PICS. ||READ AT YOUR OWN RISK||
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Book 2 of "YOURS" Series. "Between Danger and Desire" His palm slammed against the wall beside her head, caging her in. The air between them burned hot, suffocating and sinful. "Answer me" he growled, voice low and dangerous. Saisha's breath trembled. Her pulse thudded against her throat, but her lips refused to move. He leaned closer, his eyes dark and unreadable. "You think I don't notice the way you look at me?" "I..." she stuttered, her words barely escaping. "I don't want to hear your lies" Reyansh hissed. "Because your eyes already said everything." Before she could blink, his hand gripped her jaw and his lips crashed against hers-hungry, punishing and claiming. And in that one reckless kiss, her mission, her identity, and her heart-everything started to fall apart. 🌹 TROPES • Obsession • Mature Romance • Action • Misunderstanding • Emotionally Guarded Male Lead • Fierce Female Lead • Slow Burn • Sexual Tension Saisha Verma is a skilled undercover spy, sent on a dangerous mission to uncover the illegal empire of mafia king Reyansh Singhania. To get close, she hides her real name and becomes Saisha Kapoor, a sweet, quiet girl. But fate has other plans. A single encounter, a single glance and she finds herself trapped in his world, where every truth is twisted, every lie burns hotter than fire and love is the most dangerous weapon of all. As desire blurs into deception, Saisha must decide what's more dangerous, his world, or his touch. ⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ This story is strictly for mature audiences (18+). It contains explicit sexual content, dark romance and strong language. Read at your own risk.
"𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥? 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮... 𝐨𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨?" .......................................................... The house was quiet in the dark night. In the dimly lit corridor Viraj had cornered Shreya. Her breath grew uneven as Viraj stepped closer. His dark eyes held hers, filled with something she didn't want to name. Viraj slowly touched her face and mumbled "Tell me to stop and I will" "Viraj..." she whispered, but it only made him move nearer. The warmth of his breath could be felt against her lips, his fingers brushing against her wrist, sending shivers down her spine. She knew this was wrong and she knew they should stop. But when his lips finally touched hers, she didn't pull away. ................................................................. WARNING This is a forbidden love story where a man named Viraj falls for his Sister in law Shreya. This story is only for mature audiences Full story available on Wattpad
STRANDED ISLAND 🔞 A Sana & Aryan Story He can’t stand her. She can’t stand him. But now? There's no one else. No signal. No escape. Just them. And this goddamn island. Aryan always thought Sana was nothing but a brat. He thought she was spoiled, dramatic, addicted to selfies and attention. And Sana thought Aryan was the world’s biggest asshole. She felt he was arrogant, rude, always acting like he's too good for anyone. Their hatred was mutual. Beautifully toxic. Until they get stuck in a stranded island. Now? There’s no walls to separate them. No phones to scroll through. Just hunger. Heat. Sweat. And tension so sharp it cuts deeper than the bruises on their bodies. One mistake. One kiss. One fuck. That’s all it takes to blur the line between hate and hunger. This isn’t survival. This is sinning. This is their personal hell… and they never want to be rescued. This isn’t a love story. This is revenge. This is rage. This is raw, dirty, hate-fueled lust.
CLICK ME HARDER He ignored her in real life . But online... he moans her name. Aadhya lives for one thing— her sexy, tall and fuckable neighbor Eshaan. He doesn’t even glance at her in the hallway, but every night she watches him like a slut, with fingers deep, moaning for a man who doesn’t even know her name. So she decides to makes a fake profile. To Talk dirty. Makes him beg. He doesn’t know the filthy girl he’s jerking off to every night... lives right next door. This isn’t a love story. This is lust. This is Obsession
🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞 Collection of erotic oneshots. These are short stories with some plot and smut. ⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ THIS STORY IS FOR MATURE AUDIENCE AS IT CONTAINS MATURE SCENES, GIFS AND 18+PICS. ||READ AT YOUR OWN RISK||
"THE ONLY MISSION IN MY LIFE IS TO FUCK YOU" After a long day Abhimanyu returns back home and straight away goes to his room, only to find Amyra sleeping on his bed only in her underwear. Listening to the door's sound, Amyra covers herself with her hands. "Oh I didn't know you were going to come home so early" she said smirking at him. Abhimanyu walked slowly towards Amyra, his shoes sound only audible in the sexual atmosphere. He grabbed her cheeks tightly. Her cheeks were squished in his strong, big veiny hands. "You want to be my sex slut, don't you". ............................................................... This is a Mafia Romance story where Amyra, a 21 year old girl is forced to get married to a Ruthless Mafia leader Abhimanyu Gupta. This story is all about lust, seduction and dark romance. This is a slow burn story. ............................................................... ⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ This story is for mature audiences as it contains erotic gifs, 18+ gifs and smut. Read at your own risk.
🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞 A story of a Man and Woman who are about to marry each other which is arranged by their family. This is a story of how both of them get attracted to one another and then fall in love. It is a slow burn story. ............................................................ Raghav's meeting was about to start when he got a message from his fiancee Ishita. He opened the message and when he saw the message he was surprised. She had sent him a photo of her cleavage in a white lingerie. The message read "We are missing you". Raghav cursed in a medium voice as he was getting a boner as only one person can handle this situation that is Ishita. ........................................................... ⚠️WARNING ⚠️ THIS STORY IS FOR MATURE AUDIENCE AS IT HAS SMUT, 18+PICS AND GIFS || READ AT YOUR OWN RISK||
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