My Harem

I am Sar, standing at 5 feet 9 inches, possessing the kind of athletic body that hints at secret desires burning within. Hungry for more than the usual dalliances, I'm a man driven by a raw, intrinsic need. In private moments, my mind roams with fantasies involving famous actresses, my hand leading me through the sensual terrain of my imagination.

With Vasanthi, however, things were different. As friends, she occupied a safe and unassuming space—a friendly figure, nothing more. But the end of our friendship unveiled a dormant beast within me. Now, Vasanthi exists in my mind as a willing sex ****, a perfect vessel for the darkest of desires.

My perspective shifted dramatically during an unassuming encounter with Megha. Clad in tight jeans, she displayed alluring glimpses of her luscious thighs. That instant, the beast in my core roused, my cock swelling to life. I couldn't resist, lurching towards the sanctuary of Farzana's image. In a moment of fiery intensity, I released my seed in tribute to her untouched beauty.

Days bleed into weeks and the well of my fantasies runs deeper. Each woman—Vasanthi, Maha, Megha, Anu, Appu, Yamini, Bhavya, Sandhya, Jassu, and Kranthi—become a sensual appetizer to my libidinous feast. And from this carnal landscape, an idea is born—a harem, an opulent domain of flesh destined to serve my every desire.

In this haremic fantasy, Farzana reigns supreme as my personal sovereign, a radiant empress crowned atop her throne. The other women, each in her rightful place, act as her devoted subjects. A realm conceived from the embers of my secret yearnings—a true testament to the boundless nature of my voracious lust.