Desi Sex Stories Hi readers. This is Max from Chennai, and I am going to share my personal experience here.
I’m thirty now, single, and I work the night shift. I’m under a lot of pressure, so I’m completely messed up with work. I was looking for some mental relaxation. In this generation, it’s become mandatory to work almost twelve to 14 hours per day, including travel time to and from work. So, usually, I walk, do pull-ups, and do push-ups on the open terrace.
I’m staying with my family in an apartment building. The building consists of ten units. I’m staying in unit S2. A girl was staying in S1 opposite us. Her name is Sneha. Her father was a big fan of actress Sneha during his college days, so, in fond memory, he named his daughter after her. Her father’s name is Venkatarama Iyer, and he works in marketing, so he travels frequently across India.
Sneha’s mother is blind. When Sneha was studying in the fifth grade, both her parents had a big fight, and at that time her mother tried to commit suicide by hanging herself with a rope. At the last moment, someone saved her. Still, she experienced severe neck compression that led to a significant loss of eyesight.
Sneha is the only daughter of Venkatarama Iyer. So, Sneha started doing household work from a young age. Now she is 20 years old, studying in her second year at a women’s college. She is vegan, slim, and absolutely adorable. She has all the good things that come with being a young girl. Early morning light creeps in when she arrives, books in hand, around five. She settles into quiet focus while I move through my routine, lifting weights and doing push-ups and pull-ups nearby. Work lets out just after four fifteen, leaving enough time to make it back before the sky brightens fully.
Getting home close to quarter to five means movement becomes part of the routine, almost automatic. One half of the space holds stillness: her notes, her thoughts. The opposite edge carries motion: my arms pushing, legs stepping. The age gap creates distance between us, especially since she is young and still growing into herself, which keeps me from noticing too closely. Sneha and I never spoke once.
After working out or walking, it is typical for me to return home, then spend the daylight hours asleep. This way, being at work later feels manageable.
One morning, she wore a low-neck crop top and a skirt to study on the open terrace. She usually sits under yellow light because at five in the morning, there isn’t much visible light. She turns the light off just past six thirty. That day, during my walk, I caught a glimpse of cleavage above her cropped top’s neckline.
For the very first time, I saw her as a woman. Until then, I had considered her a young girl, just a small college-going girl. I never had any bad intentions toward her. The moment I looked at her cleavage, made me realize that she is really beautiful.
From that day on, the way I looked at her shifted. I usually have deep respect for women because they have been through a lot of problems and pain in life. Even this girl, Sneha, is going through a lot of issues. She has to cook, study, do laundry, and take care of all her needs by herself. She always feels lonely and depressed because her friends do not have these kinds of issues. She feels that she is the only girl in her college with this many problems. So she is always silent, but she studies well.
Later, after a few days had passed, I started noticing her cleavage and hips sometimes. I know it’s wrong, but she still looked very beautiful. I wish to be a good person, but my eyes and mind were beyond my control, so I found myself admiring her beauty day by day. I used to look at her cleavage and her small breasts under her t-shirt. When she raised her hands, I would see her hips and waist, and when she wore a half-sleeve top, I would see her bare, curvy arms. All such things were really beautiful on this young college girl.
That day was like any other morning. I went for my usual walk and was doing some exercise. It was around five fifteen or so. I saw her sitting there, studying like she usually does. Unexpectedly, it started raining really hard. We both didn’t expect it and got a bit wet. So we just ran and stood under that water tank nearby.
There wasn’t much space, so we were just standing there, kind of awkwardly, looking at the sky and waiting for the rain to slow down. I didn’t plan to talk or anything, but since we were just standing there, I started a conversation. I asked her name, which college she goes to, what year… just basic things.
She answered normally, nothing special, but still, I felt kind of happy talking to her for the first time. Then at one point she said, “Anna.”
I don’t know, that one word just changed the feeling a bit. I didn’t react or show anything, but inside I was like… okay. That’s it, I guess. Still, that moment stayed with me.
Later on, she’d greet me with a soft grin during study sessions, her eyes bright, voice light. Instead of just nodding back, I’d return the gesture before diving into another round of reps. Out of nowhere, one afternoon, curiosity took hold: she wondered about my work, my daily tasks, even my birth year.
Truth came easily. I told her I turned twenty-nine the previous calendar year. Compliments followed; she insisted I appeared closer to twenty-three, maybe twenty-four, definitely not near thirty.
A quiet satisfaction settled in; those consistent workouts were doing something right, hiding time better than expected. Later, I wondered out loud why she sat by herself every morning. Could it be that none of her classmates ever walked beside her? She rarely talks with friends.
When curiosity pulled me closer, she looked down before speaking softly. A memory from years back had carved quietness into her days. Other students once mocked her mother, who could not see light or shapes. Since then, words slipped away like sand through fingers. Her voice trembled slightly when saying so. That moment hung heavy in the air, sharp and still. Mocking what people cannot change… some wounds never close.
From that day on, I became very gentle and friendly with her. She used to give me high-fives every morning, and she would focus on her studies while I continued doing my exercises. I started seeing her funny side; she started being playful with me, like tripping me while I was walking, and she would come and sit on my back while I was doing push-ups. She does some crazy things. I started liking her so much because, in this toxic world, it’s really hard to see someone with real kindness and goodness.
In January, I presented her with a small one-pound neck chain. She refused to take it, but after I insisted, she accepted it from me. She asked me to hook the chain around her neck. She was wearing the same low-neck crop top and the same black skirt. I am six feet tall; she might be five foot four, so while attaching the hook, I saw cleavage and her small breasts inside her top.
While I was standing close, I smelled her hair and body for the first time. It was such a great pleasure. Since she is a vegetarian, she doesn’t have any bad smell; even her sweat smells great. For the first time, I touched her neck, and she felt shy and so happy about the gift.
I looked into her eyes and said, “This chain looks beautiful, and you are looking more beautiful in this.” She felt bashful, and she ran away.
The next morning, it was Bhogi, a celebration usually held in Tamil Nadu. People usually burn their old things; that’s the tradition. On that morning, the air was completely polluted. No one could see anything clearly. I went for a walk at the same time as usual. Sneha wore a half-saree and came up to meet me on the terrace. She looked like an angel.
The red half-saree made her skin glow. This young girl has a perfect lean shape. I was mesmerized and told her she looked so cute in this dress. She asked me to help hook the chain because she didn’t show it to her dad and mom. If they found out, they would scold her. So I helped her hook it. At that moment, the rain suddenly started to fall lightly, so we went and stood under the water tank.
We were both standing there, looking at the sky. She said, “Can I ask you something?”
I said, “Yes.”
She asked, “Do you like me?”
I responded, “I like you so much.”
Then she asked, “How much do you like me?”
I replied, “I like you almost ninety percent.”
Then she asked, “What happened to that ten percent?” But I didn’t give a reason. I just smiled at her.
Then she asked, “Do you love someone?”
I replied, “No. My parents are searching for a girl for me.”
Surprisingly, she said, “I love you.”
I asked her, “What do you love about me?”
She said, “I never had this feeling before. You were being so kind and gentle with me. I don’t have anyone in my life to trust other than you.”
While I was silent, she added that she is ready to do anything for me. She said, “I will cook nicely. I will take care of you once we marry. I will take care of all household work. Please don’t say no and spoil my mindset. I have my upcoming semester exams. Please say yes. I will definitely get good marks. Please don’t spoil my studies.”
I was hearing all this and being silent. I really didn’t know how to give her hope of marriage or to help her understand these things. She hugged me in no time and started crying on my shoulder. I took her face in both my hands, wiped her tears, and said, “I love you too, Sneha.”
She felt happiness, and she hugged me tightly. I really became happy.
Then, after some minutes, I asked, “Will your parents allow me to marry you?”
She said, “I will make that happen. Please wait for me for the next three years to complete my bachelor’s degree, and then we will get married.”
I was a bit surprised because my young girl is talking like a woman. Then I said, “I will ask my parents to stop finding a bride for me.” She felt happy and hugged me again. This time, I got a feeling that she is mine now. I kissed her on her cheeks and forehead.
Rain was still pouring slightly, and air pollution was still high. She asked me to promise to marry her. I told her firmly, “I will marry you and give you a child.” She became shy, and her face turned red. Then she said, smiling, that she didn’t talk about the child; she only talked about marriage.
I said, “Marriage is important, but a child is more important than anything else. I wish to have many kids.” She smiled and hugged me again. I really felt she looked so cute. Her curves, while hugging, aroused me to touch her.
I took her right hand and kissed her fingers, followed by kissing her hands. Her hands were a little hairy, but so nice and well-shaped. I really wondered many times how these girls have such beautiful, glowing skin tone and a great shape.
She wore a half-saree with a short blouse. So I kissed her entire right hand, then she looked at me shyly. I pushed her to the water tank wall and kissed her on the lips. It was such an amazing feeling. Kissing someone for the first time with such small, cute lips was so special. I kissed her lips continuously and sucked her tongue. This young girl has a great smell on her tongue as well.
I bit her tongue several times. She felt discomfort and pain because I was very curious and going deep. I didn’t leave her. I was tasting her tongue deeply. Though she felt some pain, she was still adjusting to her discomfort for me. It’s really nice maturity at this young age. I was kissing and sucking her lips for almost seven to eight minutes, and a small piece of blood came from her tongue. She felt some heavy pain.
I said, “Sorry,” and asked her to go put some coconut oil on it so it would get better sooner.
She didn’t show her pain. Instead, she said, “It’s okay,” and that she will take care of it, and that I don’t need to worry.
Then I got a little upset, so I went home, took an oil bottle, and came to put it in her mouth. She felt really happy, and I too got some relaxation. Then I said, “I love you, Sneha,” again.
She felt happy and hugged me. I asked her to go home since it was six thirty AM, and asked if she could come here around one AM tonight.
She asked, “Why?”
I replied, “Wishing to have some good time with you.”
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I will stop writing here. I will continue with Part 2 since the story is more than four thousand words.
Hope you all enjoyed my story so far. If so, keep your eyes open for Part 2.