Yanissa Sharma
@yanissa
Woman (she/her/hers)
I’m a woman with a wicked imagination and absolutely no interest in keeping every thought to myself. I write whatever dirty fantasies come to my mind and dream up my stories in between filing reports at the office. I have plenty more stories simmering behind the scenes, and I’m nowhere near finished. If you’re curious, open-minded, and enjoy getting a little too close to the edge, follow me.
Published Stories
Claimed by My Professor
by yanissa
I am carefully in control of my academic life until my older professor walks through my door. What begins as stolen hours of intense, secret sex becomes a deeper entanglement neither of us can walk away from. In the charged space between desire and consequence, I must decide how much of my carefully built future I am willing to risk for a man who makes me forget every rule I ever set for myself.
A Naughty Threesome with Grandpa
by yanissa
In a rented flat in Bandra, Ishita crosses a threshold she has crossed before, this time with her friend Rhea and an older client who pays in hundreds and asks for more than the usual arrangement. What begins as a calculated transaction becomes a charged, intimate confrontation with age, desire, and the quiet ledgers bodies keep when money is only part of the story. As clothes fall and boundaries blur, Ishita must navigate the distance between practical necessity and the unexpected responses of her own skin. A sensual, psychologically grounded portrait of consent, commerce, and the fleeting honesty that can appear when three adults decide, for a few hours, to stop pretending.
Spanked in the Laundry Room
by yanissa
I stepped into the ordinary rhythm of my apartment’s laundry room, but what started as a simple chore turned into a private world where one commanding touch pulled me away from my day and straight into the sharp, aching heat of surrender. What began as measured spanks and a slow, deliberate claiming in that quiet space left me trembling and claimed, my body still humming with the contrast of his steady control and my own growing need. Now, with his promise lingering against my skin, I find myself wondering how far this hungry hunger will take us; and whether I’ll ever want it to stop.
Salt on the Skin: A Honeymoon Unleashed
by yanissa
Married only twenty-four hours, Ishita arrives in Bali expecting a private honeymoon with the man who proposed after two dates. Instead she confesses a long-held desire for his best friend Rohan. Vikram does not react with jealousy. He reacts with a dark, open excitement and offers something far more dangerous: a week of no limits, a full wife swap with Rohan and Neha. What begins as a whispered admission on a moonlit deck becomes nights of raw, shared pleasure where boundaries dissolve and Ishita discovers how completely she can be wanted by two men at once. A story of honest desire, careful consent, and the unexpected freedom of crossing every line together.
My New Hot Neighbor
by yanissa
Thirty-five-year-old erotica author Ishita Banerjee steps into her new Mumbai home; still half-packed, heart guarded; only to meet Siddharth Rao, her next-door neighbor. What begins as a charged party conversation and a late-night garden walk ends with her inviting him home, where every careful touch and unspoken restraint slowly dismantles both their carefulness. In this sensual first-person story, attraction builds through small, deliberate moments; silk sliding against skin, fingers tracing hesitation, the slow unraveling of restraint; until consent, vulnerability, and rediscovered desire forge something deeper than a one-night stand. A story of neighbors, writers, and the heat that lingers long after the lights go out.
Between Green and Chocolate
by yanissa
Ishita arrives in Goa seeking distance from the careful measurements of her Mumbai life. At a quiet coastal property she meets Kabir, whose green eyes carry the patience of someone who belongs to the place, and Rohan, whose darker gaze notices what others overlook. What begins as shared meals and late walks thickens into a charged afternoon on a private stretch of sand. Caught between two distinct intensities, Ishita discovers that some choices refuse to be made cleanly and that the body can hold more than one wanting at once. A sensual, psychologically precise story of desire, refusal, and the freedom found in the space between.
Fucked Through the Stitches in My Cunt
by yanissa
Pregnancy, premature birth, and the brutal demands of marriage force Ishita to confront the difference between the body that wants and the life that claims her.
Brothers and Sisters Gangbang
by yanissa
When our parents had gone for an anniversary trip, my siblings and I were left alone in a secluded hill-station cottage. What began as charged silence erupted into days of raw, unrestrained gangbang. Every room was used. Every hole was filled. Boundaries were dissolved completely as the four of us took and gave without hesitation or shame.
The Half-Closed Door
by yanissa
In the steam of a half-closed bathroom door, I walked in on my 24-year-old brother and chose not to walk away.
Shared by My Husband and His Best Friend
by yanissa
On my wedding night, I woke up between my new husband and his best friend in a honeymoon suite. What began as a stolen hour the night before becomes an unbroken day of shared possession, dual penetration, and deliberate excess.
My Husband, Her Mouth
by yanissa
The girl next door is twenty-three, bare on the shared terrace, waiting. What begins as a stolen afternoon becomes something larger when Ishita’s husband walks in early and finds them.
Heavy Breasts, Soft Mouths
by yanissa
After a public breakup in which her boyfriend chooses a more polished woman, thirty-five-year-old Ishita expects only the familiar ache of rejection. Instead, an evening makeup session with her elegant colleague Naina becomes the moment everything unspoken surfaces.
My Father's Hand, My Brother's Fire
by yanissa
This is about Ishita, a woman caught in a messy family situation. Her father, Vikram, is powerful and traditional; he controls the rules and expects everything. His younger brother, Rohan, is impulsive and full of raw, raw energy. They both start competing for her attention, and the pressure of their different styles; the father's steady control versus the brother's wild rush; is overwhelming. As Ishita is pulled between them, she starts to realize that the rules of her life are finally breaking down, and she’s caught right in the middle of the explosion.
I’m a Whore for My Son
by yanissa
A passionate threesome with my son and his girlfriend.
The Night of Wolves: Where Surrender Begins
by yanissa
Within the velvet silence of a private ballroom, two strangers met their primal instinct for something older than the concrete jungle and truer than marriage vows. For Ishita, whose life was trapped within the bars of her good name and monotonous existence, being ravished by this naked stranger throughout the night brought her the first real fire she has seen in years. Yet as the moon reached its peak above them, the night turned into something more raw: a chase against the cityscape, a battle of claws within the hotel room, and a revelation that she isn’t the only female to bear the wolf’s mark. It was just starting to get light outside when Ishita woke up between two different beings, one human and one mythical, wondering if the place she fled from was actually ever a trap. Not all wolves roam freely. Some pick who they’re going to run with. Now the question is no longer who won the battle but if either one of them will be able to fall asleep alone again.
Ask Permission Before You Cum
by yanissa
On a Friday evening that should have been hers, Ishita stays late to finish a pitch book with the one man in the office everyone else avoids. Kabir Malhotra is older, silent, and precise. What begins as forced overtime in a glass-walled conference room becomes a night of measured commands and unexpected surrender. In the charged privacy of an empty Mumbai high-rise, Ishita discovers that the control she has always kept so carefully can be given away, one permission at a time.
Stop Staring at My Tits and Start Fucking Me
by yanissa
Ishita slips into her slutty outfit, making every gaze she shoots become one filled with meaning. A mere look into her eyes turns into touching her naked breasts, tasting his tongue, and then taking him whole inside her while leaning up against the wall in the club restroom.
Fucked by My Daddy on a Lazy Afternoon
by yanissa
I was fucked by my 50-year-old daddy on a lazy afternoon.
Kiss the Ground She Walks On
by yanissa
A buttoned-up CEO who controls every hour of her day grants a silver-haired stranger one appointment she never scheduled and discovers the woman behind the mask is far hungrier than the executive anyone knows.
The Wolves' Night
by yanissa
In the velvet hush of a private ballroom, two strangers discover a hunger older than cities and more honest than any marriage. The hunger, once awakened, did not return to sleep alone.
Six Inch Isn’t Enough
by yanissa
One rainy afternoon, I opened my door to a delivery girl who gave me more than a sandwich. The second delivery arrived exactly when I needed it. And I already knew I would open the door for the next delivery again.
Desert Heat: Rank Has Its Own Privileges
by yanissa
Forty-two-year-old journalist Ishita Banerjee lives for the big story. But a Defence Ministry leak drops her into a blazing desert camp near Jaisalmer, where rank is everything and her body is the only currency that matters. Assigned to Colonel Vikram Singh, a brooding, sun-bronzed officer whose authority is absolute, Ishita is ordered to “open the conversation” on her terms. What begins as a calculated risk spirals into nights of humiliating surrender: her throat, her cunt, and her ass are all claimed by the Colonel and two younger privates while the story she came to write is slowly released. With her husband in Mumbai, her teenage children asleep in their beds, and her reputation hanging by a thread, Ishita realizes the most terrifying truth: some privileges are paid in sweat, cum, and shattered vows. Every thrust, every swallow, every broken moan is recorded in her body and her soul.
She Is Insatiable, Nymphomaniac Bitch
by yanissa
In the humid evenings of Mumbai, a devoted wife begins to crave the raw, anonymous pleasure of strangers, and soon her perfect marriage rests on the razor edge of discovery. Her husband holds the power to destroy everything she loves, yet every night she returns home dripping with other men’s cum, ready to swallow Karan’s seed with a smile. Will the secret consume her, or will she find a way to keep both worlds alive?
The Photograph Taken in the Woods
by yanissa
On a sleepless sleeper bus from Pune, thirty-five-year-old Ishita meets a stranger who captures her in a stolen photograph while she pleasured herself alone in the woods. What follows is a dangerous, forbidden night of raw desire on the narrow berth, where pleasure collides with secrecy and the ache of unknown consequences.
Lipstick and Lies: My Daddy's Punishment
by yanissa
Ishita is independent and quietly bored in her Delhi life and steals a lipstick from Westside in South Extension. Her daddy, Deputy Mayor Vikram, catches her. What starts as punishment in a changing-room cubicle spirals into raw, secret submission. From spanks that leave her ass stinging to the terrifying-yet-liberating invasion of her virgin ass, every sensation is filtered through Ishita’s conflicted, hungry mind.
Banged In The Office Copy Room
by yanissa
One ordinary morning in a Mumbai high-rise, Ishita is bent over a copy machine when a young colleague’s hand finds her hip. What begins as a single forbidden touch spirals into a raw, trembling surrender in the copy room. What was once a comfortable marriage becomes a charged battlefield of jealousy, desire, and raw honesty when her husband witnesses the aftermath and demands every filthy detail. From a single wet spot on her panties to a living-room surrender under the city lights, Ishita is pulled deeper into a world of taboo pleasure where her body and her loyalty are tested to the breaking point. This is the story of a woman who steps past desire’s edge and discovers she never really knew how far she could fall… or how far she would want to rise.
Two Hands Full of Me
by yanissa
Ishita has lived alone in Mumbai long enough to know what she craves. After years of keeping her body and desires, she finds her spark with Karan, a man who knows exactly how to unravel her. And then comes Kabir; an old flame, re-emerging with just the right fantasy at just the right time. From hesitant messages to daring confessions, from the jasmine-scented quiet of her flat to wild, hungry nights in Colaba hotel rooms, Ishita discovers what it means to surrender and take charge at once. In the end, her nights with Karan and Kabir aren’t just about sex; they’re about reclaiming pleasure, risk, and the sheer thrill of living out loud. This is a story for anyone who’s ever wondered what would happen if they finally said yes to the unknown.
The Elevator Sex
by yanissa
When her boss, Mr. Kapoor, catches her watching him with hungry eyes and offers a stolen invitation in the locked elevator, Ishita steps into a world of raw power and forbidden pleasure. What begins as a simple reclaiming of a pencil becomes a night of intense, relentless sex that leaves her body and heart shaken. In this contemporary Indian office romance, every touch, every moan, and every forbidden glance deepens the pull between them until the line between employer and lover is crossed forever. A sensual, psychological story of surrender, risk, and the intoxicating thrill of being truly seen.
The Price of Surrender, Her Terms and Ghost of the Woman I Was
by yanissa
Thirty-five-year-old Ishita Banerjee has spent six years hiding behind routine, professionalism, and self-control. Then she meets Anika Rao, a mysterious and commanding woman who sees through the carefully constructed identity Ishita has spent years protecting. What begins as dangerous attraction soon becomes an intoxicating struggle over desire, power, and surrender. Anika challenges Ishita to confront the hunger she has buried beneath the roles of dutiful ex-wife, discreet financial analyst, and obedient daughter. Drawn deeper into Anika’s world of secrets and temptation, Ishita discovers that freedom can feel dangerously close to losing control. In the glittering hotels and restless nights of Mumbai, she must decide how much of her old life she is willing to sacrifice and whether the woman emerging beneath the mask is someone she is ready to become.
Dancing Shadows on the Walls
by yanissa
A year after her separation, Ishita has finally begun rebuilding a life of her own. Through the loneliness and uncertainty, her best friend Maya has remained her constant companion, turning quiet evenings into a refuge of laughter, memories, and understanding. But one night in Mumbai, something changes. As the laughter fades and the distance between them disappears, Ishita begins to see Maya differently. Years of friendship, unspoken feelings, and emotional intimacy rise to the surface, forcing her to confront a desire she never allowed herself to name. What begins with a confession and a tentative kiss becomes a turning point neither woman can undo. In the soft glow of the apartment, Ishita must decide whether this new intimacy threatens the friendship that saved her or reveals what their friendship had secretly been all along. Sometimes, the person who helps you find yourself is the person you never realized you were falling for.
Trauma and the Sexual Desire
by yanissa
Thirty-five-year-old Ishita steps onto a nearly empty bus carrying years of suppressed desire and rules she has learned never to question. What follows forces her to confront the uneasy territory between fear, vulnerability, and desire. As the boundaries she has built around herself begin to crack, Ishita discovers that what she has long understood as trauma may be entangled with desires she has never allowed herself to acknowledge. This is a story of psychological survival and a woman struggling to understand where trauma ends and her own desires begin.
How I Got Fucked by a Ghost with My Husband
by yanissa
In the shadowed outskirts of Pune, Ishita steps into a midnight cemetery horror screening wrapped in emerald silk, her 35-year-old body already humming with quiet rebellion against the quiet pressure of marriage and reputation. What begins as Rohan’s possessive hand on her thigh becomes something colder, heavier, and far more intimate. A phantom presence claims her inside, stretching her open with glacial precision while Rohan’s living heat presses against her back. The impossible stretch, the relentless rhythm, the clash of absolute zero and scorching heat tear through her nerves until she comes apart in a single shattering wave. After, the shame of being desecrated by what lies beyond the veil fights with the raw, addictive need that still pulses low in her belly. A ghost has awakened her hunger, and now the real night is only beginning.
The Smell of My Own Panties
by yanissa
Ishita walks through the gate of her sociology professor’s colony house on a quiet night and is caught. What begins as terror becomes precise surrender: rope, belt, clamps, the cold weight of a cucumber, and the living heat of him claiming every opening. When he leaves her on the porch with ruined clothes and a warning, the only question left is how long she can wait before she returns. In the gap between public face and private hunger, she discovers the exact shape of her own need.
A Stranger in the Rain
by yanissa
A rain-soaked Delhi night, a young taxi driver at the stand, and one ordinary woman’s sudden, unstoppable hunger. After a lively dinner with friends, Ishita waits for a cab and finds herself drawn to the tall, fit stranger leaning against the car; his eyes dark, his body strong. What starts as polite conversation ignites into raw, breathless passion right there in the taxi. Her soft, confident voice mixes with gasps of pleasure as he takes her hard and deep, pushing her body to three shattering climaxes. From the wet pavement to the passenger seat, this is Ishita’s private craving, the thrill of being wanted without names, without rules. A slow-burn erotic story of a 35-year-old woman’s secret hunger, set against monsoon Delhi rain, thin walls, and the constant hum of family expectations.
Backseat Cock: My Encounters with Hot and Horny Sex in the Back of a Taxi!
by yanissa
In the quiet heat of the city, Ishita steps into a stranger's cab and discovers the precise cost of a long-suppressed hunger. What begins as a calculated risk becomes a private education in desire, power, and the fragile boundary between the life she maintains and the body she can no longer deny. Explicit, unflinching, and rooted in the textures of contemporary Indian domestic life, these are the stories of a woman who learns that some fares are paid in full only when nothing is left unsaid.
First Time with my College Roommate and her Girlfriend
by yanissa
In a cramped Delhi hostel room, twenty-year-old Ishita opens the door to her roommate’s girlfriend and finds herself pulled into the first night that will rewrite every careful rule she brought from home. What begins as teasing becomes an explicit initiation into desire she never named aloud, leaving her body marked by two women and a hunger that still surfaces years later.
Claimed by Two Car Mechanics
by yanissa
A 35-year-old consultant in Delhi argues with her father, takes his car, and fills it with the wrong fuel. At a roadside garage two mechanics offer the only way to fix it before evening. What begins as desperation becomes a precise, wordless exchange in a vinyl-furnished waiting room. Ishita pays in the only currency that will jump the queue, then drives home to the same quiet flat and the same unanswered questions. The car is ready by half past four. Everything else remains between her and the smell of petrol that will not wash out.
Used Publicly on the Train
by yanissa
A working woman boards the late local already used and unfinished by her boss. A stranger across the aisle offers her something more complete. By the time the train reaches her stop she has been claimed in public, filled by multiple men, and left with a black card and the certain knowledge that her careful life is about to change forever.
Take Me in the Last Stall
by yanissa
Every Wednesday, Ishita leaves the chaos of her Mumbai office for one quiet ritual: risotto and red wine at the same back booth. She is careful, ordinary, the kind of woman no one looks at twice. Until Kabir. The new waiter with dark eyes and a name tag that means nothing. He tells her the others call her super hot. Something inside her snaps. She locks the last stall. Removes every careful layer. Stands bare on cold tiles and waits. What happens next is urgent, wet, and completely reckless - his mouth, his hands, the thick stretch of him filling her while the restaurant carries on just beyond the door. She comes hard enough to see stars, then returns to her table, hair messy, clothes askew, and eats the risotto he serves with a knowing smile. One Wednesday becomes many. The stalls. His narrow room. A secret that belongs only to them. Until the city, and life, demand their price. A story of quiet hunger, stolen heat, and the woman who finally stopped being plain.
Milked by a Stranger
by yanissa
I am four months pregnant, abandoned, and out of options. In a Mumbai park, a stranger in a tailored suit overhears my breaking. He makes an offer no desperate woman can refuse: fifty thousand rupees a day for complete access to my body. What begins as survival becomes something darker. Every night I climb onto his table in a luxury Worli apartment. Electric pumps drain my heavy, milk-swollen breasts while he takes everything else; my mouth, my cunt, my obedience. He watches my drink my own milk. He fucks me while the machines work. He makes me come until I no longer know where the shame ends and the hunger begins. The money saves me. The arrangement ruins me in ways I never expected. And every morning I wake already wet, already counting the hours until I return.
Sharing Our Boyfriends
by yanissa
In the soft lamplight of her Bandra flat, Ishita watches a stranger’s girlfriend undress and realizes her own long-dormant hunger has finally caught fire. What starts as a single night of cautious pleasure spirals into shared bodies, forbidden touches, and the quiet, electric realization that the man she thought was slipping away might just be the beginning of something far more alive. A story of surrender, desire, and the surprising warmth that blooms when boundaries dissolve.