Erotic Fantasies (A compilation of erotic stories)

As he lay supine on the floor, viewing his strong, huge erection, 58-year-old Arjun reflected, "It's one of the wonders of yoga." When the body is entirely relaxed, blood flows freely. You are energised if your inhalation is deep and pulls prana from the air, which you then feed to your body. All of the organs of the body are energised and vitalized when energy and blood move freely. And a healthy physique may flaunt what he's just discovered: his hardness, his erection. He would have gone much farther into yoga if he had learned this earlier in life. He'd heard somewhere that deeper energising, like as that attained by tantric yogis, leads to spontaneous orgasm. Without touching or being touched. These were not the reasons Arjun began practising yoga. It was an anti-aging battle. His humming erection was an unexpected incident on his spiritual journey. And his conservative upbringing said it was a diversion. However, his understanding of the tantric parts of yoga told him that overcoming this was a way to salvation that lied beyond. He relished the sense of being energised. And he continued on the route and process of inhaling and allowing energy to flow through his body. His dhoti, a sarong-like garment, wrapped over his manhood. One piece of the cloth had come undone. The other section dealt with his erection in part. When he felt the moisture come up and flow freely, he believed he was on the path of old yogis. He resisted the impulse to touch and feel; his instructor had taught him how to keep from scratching the itch on his face when lying down in this stance. That included letting his erection be. The neighbor's 23 year-old , Sunita was in the adjacent room, unbeknownst to him. Her parents had asked Arjun’s daughter and son -in-law to let the girl stay with them in the afternoon when she returned from classes, rather than leaving her alone at home. And Sunita was daydreaming about her boyfriend, with whom she had been heavily petting. The boy, her classmate, had really wanted to f**k her, but Sunita refused. They m*********d each other, she let him suckle on her, and she even mouthed him on occasion. But f**k? No. Never. For her own s****l demands, Sunita discovered a vibrating dildo and had it delivered without allowing the messenger to be intercepted. It was a difficult procedure, but she completed it and hid it at the bottom of her bedside drawer. And she used it as often as she required, f*****g herself with it to climax after orgasm. It assisted her in being safe and secure in her relationship with her lover. She would sometimes extract her own intense pleasure before meeting up with him to keep herself from being too frantic. What was the source of his desperation? She had several options for dealing with it. As she opened her legs and stroked her crotch through her jeans, she smiled to herself. She massaged vigorously, the texture of the cloth absorbing most of her excitement. She peered through the open door from where she was lying. There was no one in sight. Nothing was moving. Karim is probably in his room. It was risk-free for her. Her fingers massaged her p***y as she unfastened the button on her jeans. She felt her juices pour a few strokes later. She gently inserted her fingers and enjoyed herself. She stroked away in rapture, her pleasure skyrocketing. She suddenly felt a need, a need to be filled. She slid her jeans down and inserted her fingers deeper. And once she'd done it, she promptly f****d herself. She then required more. She slipped her trousers down further lower and attempted three fingers, but she felt inadequate. This was the purpose of the dildo. It was in her next-door flat, and there was no one there. She might go there, use the dildo, f**k herself hard and vigorously, and scream her lungs out in ecstasy. She didn't care if anyone heard her happy tears. The downstairs lady did, in fact, hear her on occasion. And the moans made it clear to that lady what it was. Sunita drew her jeans up, sweaty and flushed. She made the decision to rush over. She intended to undress. Spread her legs as wide as she could and plunge the dildo into her gaping wide p***y, kicking herself for not having the guts to push a quivering c**k into herself for full and utter pleasure. She was aware of her hunger. She remembered how she felt when she was desperate. And she showed how powerful she could be once the storm had passed, when her legs were spread wide with a dildo inserted. She frequently turned off the vibration mode and let it remain within her, slowly and gradually withdrawing it. She seemed to want her lover to relax. She shuffled around the door to the hall, then over to the front door, where Arjun lay. Closed eyes and a big erection flailing in the air. The tented cloth obscured it from her vantage point. As she walked over softly, she noticed the other half of the cloth was twisted, exposing his leg and thigh. And then there was his erection, his c**k with a stream of sperm streaming down it. Arjun recognised Sunita the moment she placed her touch on his eyes. Her touch was delicate. He realised right away that he was not to open his eyes. He realised right away that she was not putting him down. And she immediately plunged her gaping p***y into his c**k. She had moved quickly. She undid her jeans, took off her t-shirt, and unhooked her bra. She was entirely undressed. This was her chance. She accepted the reward. It was there for the taking, and she yearned for it. And there was something about Arjun that made her feel safe. He exclaimed loudly as he felt her flick aside his dhoti and bring one hand deftly holding her p***y wide, kneeling akimbo, to cap his c**k. And she collapsed with a loud 'Ah!" The mindless f*****g with the dildo enabled her to accept him without the normal complications of a virgin. The hot, hard flesh felt fantastic. In comparison, the dildo was insignificant. Sunita felt filled and full. She placed her hand on her lower stomach to feel how full she was. She took a breather. He was much bigger than the dildo. He spread her out more. He was getting further into her. And there was a tremor of hot throbbing skin that was less mechanical than the dildo's unchanging beat. She shuddered. Her breasts quivered, open to the air, pert and ready but neglected. Her hands were on his torso, poised and high, as she feared he'd spear her apart if she went down. The n*****s trembled. Her whole body shook. Her breathing was laboured. Her thighs shook. Her p***y was on the verge of exploding. And all she had done was claim his erection. The act of lightly covering his eyes had revealed everything of Sunita’s intent to Arjun. He lay still, meditating on the yogic art of letting go. He didn't allow his hands approach her breasts. He couldn't feel her torso. He overcame his impulse to touch and hold her thighs. He merely laid there, his attention focused on the union of his c**k and her p***y. His body shook and he yearned to f**k. But he overcome that as well. He didn't need to do anything else because Sunita had mounted him to fully satisfy her own desires. She moved like a possessed lady. "Arjun," she murmured as she went up and down, taking her first pleasure dips. "Arjun!" she shouted louder as she increased her cadence, but she dared not fall any more since he could still tear her apart! "Arjun!" she said with a whoop as her first full orgasm with a man inside her erupted. Arjun felt the torrential gush. As she shivered and fell forward, her hair cascading over his face, he felt the earthquake in her body. His eyes were closed. He thought he felt her n*****s scrape across his sternum. He clinched his fists and shoved his c**k within her. She exclaimed in answer. And she drew up, raised a little, and dropped back a little, steadily increasing her tempo, like a steam engine building speed. She widened her legs. She wanted to take him in completely. And she wanted to f**k him in order for him to release inside her as well. She gained speed while riding him hard and quickly. She jumped on him, expecting him to c*m. He let his hands rest on her thighs, massaging, caressing but not gripping her tightly, allowing her to do her own thing.