Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

One day, I was sitting thus on the wall, gazing off into the distance and listening to the chiming of the bells ... when suddenly something ran over me—not a breeze exactly, not a shiver, but something resembling a breath, the consciousness of some one's proximity... I dropped my eyes. Below me, in a light grey gown, with a pink parasol on her shoulder, Zinaída was walking hastily along the road. She saw me, halted, and, pushing up the brim of her straw hat, raised her velvety eyes to mine.

"What are you doing there, on such a height?"—she asked me, with a strange sort of smile.—"There now,"—she went on,—"you are always declaring that you love me—jump down to me here on the road if you really do love me."

Before the words were well out of Zinaída's mouth I had flown down, exactly as though some one had given me a push from behind. The wall was about two fathoms high. I landed on the ground with my feet, but the shock was so violent that I could not retain my balance; I fell, and lost consciousness for a moment. When I came to myself I felt, without opening my eyes, that Zinaída was by my side.—"My dear boy,"—she was saying, as she bent over me—and tender anxiety was audible in her voice—"how couldst thou do that, how couldst thou obey?... I love thee ... rise."

Her breast was heaving beside me, her hands were touching my head, and suddenly—what were my sensations then!—her soft, fresh lips began to cover my whole face with kisses ... they touched my lips... But at this point Zinaída probably divined from the expression of my face that I had already recovered consciousness, although I still did not open my eyes—and swiftly rising to her feet, she said:—"Come, get up, you rogue, you foolish fellow! Why do you lie there in the dust?"—I got up."

Nayanthara stopped reading and looked up. "There now, do you see?"

"No." Anushka shook her head and took a step closer to the seated woman. It seemed the chill in the room emanated off Nayanthara's pale, freckled skin.

"We ask them to jump, darling, and they do it without a second thought." Nayanthara looked up at Anushka with the most comforting crescent of a smile. "They melt under our kisses and long for nothing more than a woman's touch. A real woman, mind you. Not the girls seeking to entrap them in their skirts. I could give you and Krishan such pleasure. Everything you ever wanted and more."



"I'd never ..." Anushka took a step back.

"But you've already launched yourself, darling. You need only to take hold of God's breath like one of those wonderous new dirigibles." Nayanthara stood and gracefully walked over to Anushka. She reached up and moved Anushka's arms down by her sides and regarded the woman's exposed breasts. "Like two teardrops. Your feminine form takes my breath away. Imagine what it will do to young Krish."

"He's only eighteen." Anushka felt her nipples harden as Nayanthara reached up and rolled them between icy fingertips. "He's my son," Anushka squeaked. The whole room swam. It seemed different furnishings occupied the same space and pushed up against each other, time rubbing on time.



"Details." Nayanthara bent at her waist and gave Anushka's right nipple a lick with her frigid tongue. She thrilled as the housewife shuddered at her touch. She straightened and looked into Anushka's eyes. "We paid and received and the Devil took his due. All we need from you is your approbation, sweet Anushka."

Anushka swatted away Nayanthara's cold hands, covered up her boobs again, and ran from the living room. Less than a minute later, she fell into bed next to her beloved, snoring Ganesh. Her chest heaved and she pulled the covers over her head, calming herself some. She had simply gone too far with Krishan while helping him with his thing. Her conscience, using nightmares now, exerted its price. She wouldn't do anything inappropriate with Krishan again and all should return to normal. Her breathing slowed. And when things did return to normal, the nightmares would surely fade away.



On Wednesday, Shriya brought her new boyfriend home after school. Tharun was an affable boy. He was also a senior at the twin's high school. Shriya wanted him to see the wonderous expanse of the house she now occupied.

She brought him up to her tower room and he was indeed dazzled. Especially by the view.

"You can see for miles. Do you have neighbors?" Tharun held his hand over his eyes and looked through one of the north windows.

"Behind the trees to the south. They're pretty close actually, but we haven't met them yet." Shriya sat on her bed and patted the spot next to her. "Come here, Tharun."

Tharun turned and looked south. The trees weren't that far away, but he couldn't see the house hiding behind them. "What'd you have in mind?" He walked over and flopped on the bed.

The teenagers made out for a while.



Right in the middle of a rapturous moment as he wiggled his hand under Shriya's shirt, something tickled Tharun's foot. Tharun broke their kiss and looked down. He gave a started grunt and backed up against the headboard. A young man with freckles  smiled down at him from the foot of the bed. Tharun's tormentor wore baggy clothes with suspenders.

"What is it?" Shriya watched the color drain from her boyfriend's face.

"Who ..." Tharun pointed to the foot of the bed, looked at Shriya, and then back. The intruder was gone.

"What is it, Tharun?" Shriya looked down at the foot of the bed but could see nothing amiss.

"There was a boy here a second ago." Tharun stood and straightened his shirt. "He messed with my foot."

"Krishan's helping my parents in the basement, I think." Shriya frowned up at him.

"Not your brother." Tharun looked around the room but couldn't see anything but teenage clutter. "Look, I should probably get going. Can you walk me out? This house is ... really convoluted." He hugged his broad chest with his arms.

"Sure." Shriya got up, adjusted her bra, and led him downstairs. Once at the front door, she kissed him on the cheek. "Look, I'm sorry about whatever that was. We still on for Friday?"

"Sure." Tharun looked past her into the shadowy house. "Bye." He turned and jogged down the footpath, got into his car, and sped away.

Shriya closed the massive oak door with loud thud. That wasn't how she'd wanted her afternoon to go. She walked back upstairs to maybe listen to some music.



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