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Streaky Confessions Ch. 01

by urbanslut on Sep 13, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

There are some things in life you did that you regret. And others you don't regret. Then there are those that fall somewhere in between. This is a story about one such peccadillo in my life. Something that by now is just part of my past. I still miss it some times. But being who I am now and where I am in the journey of life, I can't go back to it. However,...

Truck Ride Ch. 01

by urbanslut on Sep 13, 2017
Group Sex

Madhu cursed under her breath as she heard the announcement. Her flight from Mumbai to Bangalore had been cancelled due to a technical problem. This was the night before Diwali weekend. There was no way she would get another flight. She tried all the airline counters, and as expected, was told that all flights for 2 days were booked. A few quick calls to tra...

Nights at the Gas Station Ch. 06

by urbanslut on Sep 16, 2017
Loving Wives

It felt like he had eight hands and three mouths. In a fevered frenzy, he was grabbing and fondling, as well as licking and biting my lips, my cheeks, my shoulders, my boobs, my stomach, my thighs and my pussy. And while doing that, he had also managed to get all his clothes off. As Floyd continued his Flash-Gordon-ish appreciation of my naked body, I got ov...

Nights at the Gas Station Ch. 04

by urbanslut on Sep 16, 2017
Loving Wives

"Take my shirt off." Pareshbhai said in a breathless and high-pitched voice, finally taking his boobs out of my bosom. "What?" "My shirt. Take it off." he said, his hands still fondling and pinching my ass inside my panties. And then his fingers reached lower and poked at the opening of my cunt. "Not wet yet I see. Don't worry. You get me naked and I'll ge...

Chess Game Ch. 04

by urbanslut on Sep 17, 2017
Loving Wives

Chapter 4 - Postgame Analysis Note: There is almost no sex in this part. This is just an epilogue for those who like to know what happened next. And bit of backstory. If you are interested in just sex, skip this. The next morning when I opened the door for Ratna, neither of us could look the other in the eyes. She rushed to the kitchen to do her work and I...

Streaky Confessions Ch. 05

by urbanslut on Sep 16, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

My first set of naked adventures ended with that eventful night. I couldn't sleep on the roof the next night because it rained. Which was just as well. Given how rapidly I had progressed and how close I had come to getting caught - twice, I might have ended up doing something really foolish. The old ladies left and I went back to sleeping on the divan in the...

Streaky Confessions Ch. 03

by urbanslut on Sep 13, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

The next day my mother was a little annoyed that I took a long nap in the afternoon instead of helping her clean the kitchen. I had been on pins and needles all day, and that stress in addition to not getting too much sleep the previous night had drained me. Dad had warned me to come down by 7 am. I found myself awake at 530 am, with about thirty thousand b...

My Struggles with Trupti Ch. 06

by urbanslut on Feb 6, 2018
Erotic Couplings

"Ah you're back!" Trupti says. She is naked too. But wearing high heels. "Trupti, what the hell? Let me go!" I struggle against the restraints. "How did I get here?" "You know how you got here." she shrugs. "No I don't. The last thing I remember, we were in the Uber...and..." Suddenly my mind is flooded with a memory. I was freaked out by what Malay was...

The Fifty Rupee Whore

by cowboy109 on Sep 17, 2017
Loving Wives

UrbanSlut on Literotica has written a lovely story titled 'The Fifty Rupee Whore.' This story provides the male perspective of the story. As everyone has their own viewpoint, the man has a different account of the events. ------------------------------------------------ My name is Birju. I do not know how to read or write. Actually my vocabulary is only a...

Streaky Confessions Ch. 02

by urbanslut on Sep 13, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

It is hard to identify the exact starting point of my peccadillo. It is also hard to put a precise label on it. Exhibitionism comes closest. But it isn't exactly exhibitionism, at least not the way I generally see the word being used. I don't think of myself as an exhibitionist because I have never really enjoyed exhibiting myself to others. At least I have...