Hello everyone, hope you all are doing great. I am Harddick. I have been writing stories for a decade now with ISS. It all started with fictional stories, then some requests to share true experiences from friends. As it is said, you get what you manifest; ISS made it true in my case.
This is my personal story of how I found my wife through ISS stories. In turn, she made my fictional stories into reality. Let us begin.
After writing the first set of stories, I received a lot of emails and communications from a lot of people. As I started it for fun and fantasies, I particularly did not respond to those. But there was one account that kept emailing me every single day, asking for a chat and praising my stories.
I was in a serious relationship at that point, so I did not pay much heed to those emails. A couple of years passed by, and I was facing a nasty breakup at the time, which brought a dry spell in my life. I was once reading my own stories in emails, and the same ID Ekruch popped up.
Though I had not responded to her emails, she never gave up and tried building a contact. I replied to her, and within minutes, I got a response. As fishy as it looked, I was sceptical. We talked for 3 months, not sure if it was a true account or a fake.
But she broke that barrier and gave me proof of her real account. We spoke on video call, with my video hidden and hers on, and that’s when I first saw her. She was a typical Bengali girl, sitting in her spaghetti top, showing ample cleavage, with a beer in her hand.
She worked for a news editor and was an outspoken personality. That call opened us up totally, and we started chatting for hours daily. We shared everything about each other, our families, careers, etc.
That’s when I got to know she was a divorced female, older than me by 2 years, from an abusive marriage. She stayed in the same city as me, along with her mum. Her mother had her when she was 19. So while we were in our late 20s, her mother was in her late 40s at that time.
Soon, from email chats, we came down to texting, and we were crazy to be glued to the phone. She hadn’t seen me yet, and it did not matter to her. What she liked was the kink in my stories, and so soon our chats went to discussing our fantasies. That’s where the instant connection began.
She told me she loves sex and masturbates thrice daily. She is horny all the time, her husband could not understand this and abused her when she asked for it, calling her a whore and slut, and so she divorced him as he could not satisfy her.
She had been in a lot of casual fucks, but all men felt the same. She did not find anyone open enough to let her be the slut she is in public. All everyone wanted was in private. Now I always wanted a girl who could be a slut like her, so it ticked the right box.
I also loved sex and wanted a lot of it, which is why my girlfriend escaped the relationship. She said she saw the kink in my stories, though fictional, showed what intent I had, and she loved it. We both had matching fantasies, and one such was beach vacation fantasies.
She asked me out to meet her and fulfil this fantasy. She asked me for a vacation in Goa, to fulfil our fantasies and then take it from there. I had a rush of blood, and my dick was twitching as I was going to get action. She did all the bookings and asked me to meet directly at the hotel.
We both were from Pune, but she flew and I drove to Goa. She had reached a couple of hours earlier and asked me to knock on the room straight away. I knocked on the door, and this was our first meeting. There she was, 36G-32-36, busty boobs.
With bubbly ass and a flab on her tummy, standing in a babydoll outfit, with a thong below, and holding her melons with a tiny hook. I had an instant hard-on watching her. She welcomed me in. Without much greeting, we smooched each other like hungry animals.
I was kissing her and mauling her boobs over the thin cloth. She was rubbing my dick over my pants at first, and then unbuckled them to free my 6.5-inch boner. She pulled my t-shirt over my head. Now I was also a decent body person with some muscle, not like the six-pack abs.
I had a bulge in the tummy. I was watching as my dick got lost in her wet mouth and she started sucking it. She was giving me the best blowjob of my life. She was sucking it, then the tip, licking the entire shaft. It was wet and glistening with saliva. I was on the verge so I stopped her and pulled her up.
I pulled the hook and made her boobs free. I sucked them like a hungry kid, eating ice cream, as she stroked my shaft. I pinned her to the wall and licked her entire body from neck to her glory hole, and she went hot and mad after it. She was trembling.
I rubbed her clit and sucked her lips, and her hand never let go of my cock. Then I bent on my knees and licked her wet pussy, making her legs feel weak. I slurped it like a lollipop, and she went totally mad. She had done oral before, but not in this position, and she was going mad.
In a few minutes, her legs trembled as she released her cum on my face. We both were catching our breath and smiling at each other. She stroked my dick. And whispered to me.
She: “Chodo mujhe. Kab se raah dekh rahi tumhare lund ki. Randi ki tara chodo mujhe” (Fuck me. I am yearning for your dick for a long. Fuck me like a whore.)
I smiled and obliged, and a sudden kink got in me. I opened the balcony door and signalled her to do it there. She gave me an excited smile and jumped with me to the balcony. Now it was on the 8th floor of the hotel, facing the shoreline, with a small lamp on the balcony.
She bent over on her knees and gave me a quick blowjob to make it wet. Then I made her sit on the patio table, as I inserted her from the front.
Me: “Aah. Kya mast geeli hai tu. Aur garam bhi. Aaah” (Aah, you are so wet, and so hot inside.)
She: “ Kya karu, randi jaise khulle main chod raha hai tu, geeli houngi na main.” (You are fucking me like a whore in the open, I will definitely be wet.)
I kissed her and started moving two and fro as my dick fucked her wet cunt. I was licking her neck, mauling her boobs as my dick ploughed her pussy. She was in seventh heaven and moaning loudly without worrying about anything. It was a very kinky and hot moment for both of us, and we both did not last long.
She released her second orgasm first, and I pulled out just in time to make my dick spurt on her boobs, and some landed on her lips. She licked that in front of me, and it was again a kinky moment for us. She did not even care to see if someone was watching us or make any video. She was fine with it.
We came into the room and went into the shower together. We had a nice shower, and she turned me on again. I pulled her onto the bed, made her go on her fours and fucked her from behind. It was like a quickie for both of us, and the room sounded thap thap thap as my thighs hit her ass cheeks.
She: “Kya mast kadak ho gaya tera fir. Aise hi karte reh. Aaah. Rukna mat. Mere hone aaya.” (You are so hard in such a short time. Keep doing. Don’t stop. I am about to finish.)
I pounded her for literally 10 minutes, and I felt her fluids pushing my dick out. I pulled out, and she spurted on me. And that pressure made me cum on her ass. We were both on the bed naked. Catching our breaths, I was thinking what a girl she is.
The exact partner I always wanted. In my mind, I had already thought about the kinky stuff I would do with her. Then I realised, what do I even call her? I did not even ask her name, and I have fucked her pussy twice.
We were both naked on the bed, and that’s when I asked her name. Her name was Sree, a Bengali busty beauty, and I introduced myself. She praised my stamina, and it was past 10 already. I was tired of the drive and the fuck. So we decided to order in booze and food to the room.
We got whiskey and toasted to our first fuck, and then she pulled out the joint from her stash and lit one. We were naked with our bodies touching, sipping whiskey. She was showing me some old photos of her past when some of her nudes came up.
Those were the ones sent to her previous bf’s. She saw the kink in me, so she showed me something more, and played a video of fuck she recording with her boyfriend. The camera was placed such that the man was not aware he was being recorded.
I understood that and asked her, and she just gave me a naughty smile. I connected it to cast it on the television, as we were getting high with the whiskey and the roll. We watched the entire 12-minute video, and my dick was saluting the fuck.
The man barely fucked her for 5 minutes before realising in her. We looked at each other as he was finished and she wasn’t.
She: “Pehli baar pani nikala hai, and woh bhi do baar” (This is the first time I have got orgasms and that too two.)”
Me: “Fir teesre k liye ready hai? “ (Ready to get third?)
She nodded.
Me: “Leh fir muh main” (Suck me then)
She kept the glasses aside and bent and deep-throated me as I smoked the roll. Then I made her lie on her back and licked her pussy, just enough to make her mad for my cock. She was anticipating me to fuck her now, but instead, I put my spare phone on a tripod, and her face lit with kink.
Then went and inserted my prick in her in missionary and fucked her brains out. She was scratching me, biting me, sucking my tongue as my dick moved in and out of her. We both were like animals in heat and fucked like crazy. Then they signalled me and changed angle to come facing the camera.
Sucked my dick for a couple of minutes and then came on top of me in a woman-on-top position and twerked her ass. She rode me hard, as I bit and mauled her boobs and this time we both came together. I released inside her, and she collapsed on me.
We both went to sleep and woke up naked the next morning, clinging to each other.
What happened next, I will tell you in the next part.