Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

On Sunday afternoon, Anushka sat on the floor in the middle of the library unpacking and organizing books. The jeans and t-shirt she had on were dusty from the day's labors. Her hands stopped when she pulled the book First Love out of its temporary carboard home. She remembered reading it when she was in college. A love story between a teenage man and an older woman. As she recalled, the woman was capricious and the man overcome by infatuation. She opened the book and read a random passage. "I burnt as in a fire in her presence ... but what did I care to know what the fire was in which I burned and melted--it was enough that it was sweet to burn and melt."




Seamlessly, Anushka felt that she had moved into dream. A woman in a bustled dress stood over her, looking down at the book. "I read that book on its first printing." The woman's hair fell around her face. "It's a rather scandalous and scorching tale."

Anushka looked up at the woman and a sense of calm spread over her. "Who are you?"

"My name's Nayanthara. How do you do?" Nayanthara held her hand out.

"I'm Anushka Shetty." Anushka reached out for the hand, but it was offered in such a way that she knew she wasn't supposed to shake it. She was supposed to kiss it. Did women greet each other this way all those years ago? Anushka didn't think so, but she took the hand and delicately placed her lips on Nayanthara's knuckles. The woman's skin was icy on Anushka's warm lips. She released the hand and looked down at the book.



"Go on," Nayanthara said. "Read another passage."

"Sure." Anushka felt that the whole world had gone foggy. She flipped pages and read. "Beware of the love of women; beware of that ecstasy - that slow poison."

Nayanthara laughed. It was a pretty, tinkling sound. She held her swollen belly. "I'm glad my Sunny never read that book. We wouldn't want to warn our boys, now would we? I do believe he turned eighteen the year I read this."

"What year was that?" Anushka looked back up into those beguiling eyes.

"It was 1897, of course." Nayanthara smiled.

"Of course." Anushka nodded.

"Now, Anushka, would you like to know the pleasures I found with my Sunny?" Nayanthara's smile grew and her freckled face radiated happiness.



"I don't understand." Anushka shook her head, trying to clear the cobwebs from her brain.

"The bond, the pact, the contract made," Nayanthara said. "We paid and received and the Devil took his due. All we need from you is your approbation, sweet Anushka."

"No." Anushka dropped the book and ran her hands through her long hair. "No, this is wrong."

"Mom, are you in here?" Krishan poked his head into the doorway.

Anushka found herself lying on the floor in the middle of all those books. She sat up and looked around the room wildly. Nayanthara was gone. Had Anushka drifted off to sleep while unpacking? What a strange dream. It had been a trying few days. She looked back to her son who had a worry line etched into his forehead. "What's wrong, pumpkin?"



"I think I need to see a doctor." Krishan stepped into the library and closed the door behind him. The door could lock from inside. That was an odd feature for a library. He locked it. "I'm going through some ... changes." He looked down at his mother. The outline of her bra straps under her t-shirt fascinated him. He'd never really noticed what wonderfully round, full boobs she had. He tried not to stare at how her breasts warped the logo on her shirt.

"No insurance, remember? Hopefully we can avoid the doctor." Anushka stood up and brushed herself off, shaking the last clinging remnants of that dream away. "Tell me what the problem is."



"Last night I had a strange dream about a lady, and then this happened." Krishan unbuttoned his pants.

"Wait, Krish. Did this woman have ...?" Anushka gasped and lost her train of thought as Krishan lowered his pants and underwear and she got a good look at what hung between his legs.