I recently moved to India with my family due to my dad’s job. More specifically in Delhi. So, I decided to complete my college here.

At first, I was really surprised by the men’s lingering stares and their desperateness in trying to befriend me. And let me tell you, maybe it’s just my taste, but most of them are NOT attractive at all. I don’t mean to be racist, but I’m only stating I find many of them unattractive.

They’d try to invite me to events or hangouts and sometimes ask me out on dates. This is all normal and fine. But they even found my Instagram and Facebook when I never told anyone about it? At that point, the follow-requests kept coming and most of them were from dudes from the college. But I didn’t mind it that much.

I asked my friends who were also studying in other Indian colleges whether they had similar experiences. Some did and some didn’t. Those who could relate to it told me they hated it and would always try to walk around in groups with other girls. One pointed out that this may be because I’m a foreigner. They said that guys often chase around girls here and if it’s a white girl, they do it even more.

Now, this did creep me out a bit but I’d be lying to you I said it didn’t make me excited to some extent. You see, I’m kind of a pervert. I started wearing skimpy clothes when outside my dorm room to catch the boys staring at me.

One day, when a guy asked me to hang out with him, I decided to wear a low-cut spaghetti strap top without a bra. We walked around, inside the campus, just talking, and I’m pretty sure he knew I was braless. Seeing him look away whenever I caught him staring at my boobs was pretty amusing. And whenever we walked past a group of boys, I’d pretend to adjust my strap, pulling it away from my boobs, to try to give them a glimpse of my nipples. I was pretty turned on by this point, so I went to my room and made love to my fingers.

But the most daring thing I did which kind of still scares me when I think about it, is when I was walking to the washroom through an empty corridor. This was several months after joining. So I already had a reputation of being showy. I was wearing a very short skirt and there were a bunch of guys, just chilling by the lockers between me and the washroom.

They all looked at me at once. It was clear, they knew me, or about me. But I didn’t know them. When I reached them, they greeted me and I greeted back politely. But then they asked me where I was going. It was a weird question since I didn’t even know them but a naughty thought occurred to me. I said, “To the washroom. I’m feeling very sticky.”

They didn’t understand what I meant and I kept walking toward the door. When I reached the door, I looked at them and removed my panties from under my skirt, and quickly went inside while hearing cheers of excitement from behind me.

I was so turned on that I entered one of the cubicles and fingered myself into bliss.

As I said before, this memory still scares me but it also never fails to excite me thinking about what could have happened.

Am a 20 years old Indian boy. I live with my aunt (wife of my father's elder brother) for my studies and my uncle lives in a different city. Me and my aunt we started having sex 5 years back then I was 15 and she was 38. It was consensual and in fact she invited me to sleep with her touch her body. She is really a beautiful woman in her early 40 and I fell she is sex starved. She asks for every night. Earlier I used to have sex in a sensual manner. But now am getting aggressive in bed with her and she is becoming more submissive. I even forced her for anal sex and agreed for it. We still do it and I know it is very painful for her and there are tears in her eyes each time we have anal sex, but I love going rough on her. I bite her, slap and spank her. She told me she loves the way I treat her. I thought ending this relation but honestly I love having sex with her.