Adultery Antarvasana: The Forbidden Fire – *** Varnika's First Surrender ***

[shailu4ever]

Her breath was steady


Long inhales that lifted her chest into his arms,

Slow exhales that pressed her back more deeply into him.

Every rise and fall was a private conversation.


Every shift of her weight

Every twitch of her fingers over his hand

Carried tension and intent.


Abhi lowered his head

Close enough that his breath warmed the curve of her ear.

“You created this pose?” he murmured.


She didn’t answer.

Instead, she rolled her shoulders subtly within his grip

The motion sending a ripple of pressure through his arms

Her body sculpting itself more firmly against his.

Her skin smelled faintly of rose and sandalwood.

A hint of jasmine still lingered in her hair.

Abhi adjusted his hold, not tighter

Just more…certain.



His left hand slid a fraction lower

Fingers spreading across the softness of her ribs

Feeling the flutter beneath.

[shailu4ever]

Meghana responded without hesitation


Tilting her hips back against him in a slow

Confident roll that wasn’t accidental.

His breath trembled.

So did hers.

“You didn’t answer me,” he whispered.

Only now did she speak

Her voice barely audible, shaped around a slow smile.

“This isn’t in any yoga book.”


His hands tightened, instinct, not thought.


“I wanted… something else,” she continued

Her words floating into the space between their skin.

“Something that isn’t about stretch or strength. Just closeness. Stillness. Breath.”


He could barely breathe.

Every part of her was wrapped in him

Yet she remained completely in control.

Her arms lifted again

Hands clasping behind her head as she arched deeper into him.

Her sports bra clung impossibly close

Molding to her curves

Her back pulling his shirt taut as she drew herself into a pose that wasn’t made to show off, but did.


Abhi’s fingers twitched on her chest


Aching to move but not daring to. Not yet.

[shailu4ever]

Meghana turned her head slightly


Her cheek brushing against the side of his neck now.

“You okay back there?” she asked, playfully quiet.


“Barely,” he whispered.

She chuckled, low and throaty

And for a moment, that sound was the only thing keeping him from giving in completely.

Her hands moved now, slowly unclasping and gliding back down to rest over his.

She didn’t push or pull.

Just covered his hands with hers.

Claiming the contact.

Containing the fire.


“We don’t move yet,” she said.

Abhi nodded, even though she couldn’t see.

The weight of her against him

The warmth, the scent, the intimacy, it was overwhelming.


Yet it wasn’t aggressive.

It was intentional.

Deep.

A pose born from longing and shaped by restraint.

Meghana's breathing slowed again,

Returning to a rhythm, not meditative, but intimate. Trusting.

And as they sat there, bound together in her invented pose

The air between them thickened not with words, but with promise.

He felt her heart.

She felt his everywhere else.


And neither of them moved for a long time.




--oOo--

[shailu4ever]

Meghana didn’t speak again

Not yet.

Her body remained curved into his, arching gently

Her back molded to the plane of his torso

Her legs stretched out in front of them both.

She was steady, her breath quiet

As though she was resting inside his arms and her own courage at the same time.

But Abhi’s thoughts weren’t still.

Not anymore.

The ache in him wasn’t just from longing or restraint.

It was built from a week of imagining her

Dreaming of the feel of her body in his arms

The way she would smell if he leaned in just an inch more…

The way she might taste if

His pulse surged.

He had waited.

He had respected every boundary.

He had memorized the shape of her breath and the tremble in her voice and still held back.

But she had said it.

No holding back.

And so,  slowly, deliberately, he let his left hand slide.

The one resting gently just below her heart,

Eeased downward now.

Not roughly.

Not hurried.

[shailu4ever]

But with a focus so quiet it felt louder than sound.

His fingertips brushed the soft dip of her waist

Right along the line where her sports bra ended and her micro shorts began.

He didn’t grope, didn’t claim.

He just let his fingers trace the slope of her hipbone

Then slip just barely underneath the elastic edge of her shorts.

Just enough.

Her breath hitched.

But she didn’t stop him.

In fact, she shifted.

Subtly, intentionally

Allowing her lower back to press more deeply into him

Guiding his palm a little further around the curve of her waist

Where his touch burned hot against her skin.

He leaned in now

Just slightly

Letting his lips hover close to her exposed shoulder.

That one bare shoulder had tempted him from the first moment she turned away.

He lowered his mouth to it, gently, reverently,

His lips brushing the delicate skin in a kiss that wasn’t rushed but deep, long, warm.

Her head fell slightly back onto his chest, neck arching as if she needed more air

Or maybe just more of him.

“Abhi…” she whispered.

It wasn’t protest.

It was breath and permission tangled into one word.

He kissed her again, higher this time

Right at the crook where her neck met shoulder.

His lips lingered.

Pressed.

[shailu4ever]

She tasted like jasmine and morning and something he hadn’t known he was starving for.

His other hand tightened around her chest,

Still above her heart

But more boldly now.

Not squeezing.

But claiming.

His thumb brushed over her ribs

And she shivered once, then melted further into him,

As though her entire body had decided to trust his hands more than gravity.

Her fingers reached up to clutch his forearm now

Not to stop him, but to anchor herself.

She turned her head slightly again,

This time enough that her lips almost brushed his jaw.

He didn’t move.

Neither did she.

But their breathing changed

Faster now, still synchronized but deeper,

Heavier, as though something more urgent had taken over the rhythm.

Meghana exhaled, her voice low, ragged: “If you go further…”

He didn’t flinch.

He held her.

Kissed her shoulder again.

Let his thumb graze a little lower where her shorts curved against her skin.

He didn’t push the boundary.

He just stood at the edge of the boundaries.

“If I do,” he whispered, “you’ll stop me. Right?”


She was quiet for a second.

Then...  softly...  she smiled

“Yes. But not yet.”

They didn’t speak again for a long while.

Not because there was nothing to say.

But because their bodies had started saying it all.

And somewhere between her pulse against his palm

His breath against her neck, they both understood


There was no going back.

Only forward.

And they were getting very close.




-- oOo --

[shailu4ever]

Pose 3 – Reclined Bound Angle (Chest-to-Chest, Heart-to-Heart)


The mat was still warm where they had just sat

From shared breath, shared weight, shared pause

And now Abhi reclined slowly

Lowering himself with a deep, steady exhale.

His body was loose with anticipation

But his heart was taut, fluttering like it was trying to keep time with something it hadn’t heard yet.

Meghana knelt beside him

One knee brushing the mat

The other poised at his side.

She hadn’t said a word since the last pose ended

But the way her eyes moved over him, unhurried, unblinking

It was like her gaze was forming a sentence his body already understood.

She placed a hand softly on his thigh

Not to guide, not to steady, but to remind him she was still here, and close.

Her touch was warm, grounded, but charged with something unspoken.

The pads of her fingers curved gently, holding him in that silence.

Abhi’s breath caught when she lifted her other leg and gracefully swung it across his torso


Straddling him with smooth, fluid confidence.

[shailu4ever]

Her bare thigh grazed his ribcage as she came to rest

Knees nestled beside his hips,

Her micro shorts riding slightly higher as she settled

Leaving just the whisper of distance between her skin and his abdomen.

She hovered there for a moment, upright,

Letting the pose take form on her terms.

Her one-shouldered bra glowed in the morning light

That deep rust tone now radiant, sun-drenched

Clinging to her curves with sculpted sensuality.

The line of her ribcage moved as she breathed in, then out,

Her stomach tightened with the exhale.

Every movement , even her stillness,  felt deliberate.

Her palms came to rest on either side of his shoulders

Fingers spread across

Her arms strong but flexing gently under tension.

As she leaned forward, lowering her body with slow, seductive precision

Her chest brushed against his.

A feathering contact at first, then firmer as her breath deepened.

The fabric of her bra grazed his bare tee, rust against gray, and then it was skin

The sliver of her side, the curve of her underbust

Finding his heat and staying there.



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[shailu4ever]

Abhi’s hands rose slowly from the mat.


He didn’t rush.

One hand slid around the back of her waist

Thumb finding the silken waistband of her shorts and tracing lightly over her bare lower back.

The other rose up her spine,

Fingers sifting through the warmth of her sweat-dampened hair until they found the base of her skull, cradling her gently.

Meghana’s breath shivered into his neck.

Their foreheads brushed.


And then she let her full weight descend


Chest to chest


Hips aligned


Thighs wrapping softly around his waist.

Her body molded to his, slow and yielding


Like a sculptor’s hands pressing into clay.

The moment stretched.

Her heartbeat thrummed directly against his chest


Her breath, soft, uneven, warmed the underside of his jaw.

She didn’t speak, not yet.

Instead, her fingers curled lightly into the mat

[shailu4ever]

Her elbows dipping slightly


As if she were resisting the full surrender

Only to give in fully a breath later.

She whispered finally, her voice like mist, “This…”

A pause. Her cheek brushed his.

“…feels like home.”

Abhi's arms tightened around her waist, not possessive, protective.

His breath came in long, heavy pulls now, and for a moment, he didn’t trust it to hold.

“I was starting to think we lost this,” he said, voice thick with something too full to name.

“We almost did,” she whispered back.

Her head lifted, just enough that her nose brushed his.

Her eyes shimmered above him, not wet, but glazed with something fragile. Something real.

She studied him for one long second.

Then her hand lifted to cup his jaw

Thumb smoothing across the stubble there

Moving toward the corner of his lips.

Abhi turned

Just slightly, enough that his mouth found her thumb.

He kissed it, slow and silent, a gesture deeper than it looked.

She sighed. It landed on his collarbone.


Then she moved down, easing her full weight into him.



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[shailu4ever]

Her chest pressed to his with finality.


Her hipbones aligned to his.

Her stomach, soft and tight, molded flush over him.

Her arms slid around his back and stayed.


No gaps now. No held breath.

Just closeness.

He cradled her head as she nestled into the crook of his neck

His fingers stroking the edge of her ear,

The loose strands of her hair clinging to his cheek.

His other hand slid slowly over the small of her back,

Tracing slow, rhythmic circles that pulsed in time with the rising heat between them.

“Are you okay?” he asked gently.

“More than okay,” she murmured against his skin.

“Then why does it feel like I’m about to fall apart?” he asked, voice barely a whisper.

Meghana lifted her head, just enough to look into his eyes again.

“Because this matters,” she said simply.

He nodded, not trusting his voice.

Their lips hovered, not touching yet,

Just breathing in each other’s breath,

Just letting the heat build until neither of them could take it.


Then Meghana leaned in.

[shailu4ever]

The Kiss


Her lips met with his lips

Slowly...

The kiss was soft.

Not urgent.

But full.

A seal.

A surrender.

Her mouth moved slowly against his

Her hand at his jaw tightening just a bit.

And Abhi returned it with equal weight

Not taking more than was given, but meeting her entirely.

When they finally pulled back, their foreheads stayed touching.

“We don’t have to rush,” she whispered.

“I know,” he replied, though every cell in him was aching.

They lay like that for a long moment

Her body dbangd over his

Both of them breathing deep into each other’s warmth.

Nothing more needed to be said.

Not yet.

This was enough.

This had to be enough…

For now.




-- oOo --

[shailu4ever]

Pose 4 – Tantric Seated Lotus (The Final Pose – Where Longing Finds Stillness)



The mat had gone quiet

But the silence wasn’t empty.

It pulsed with something deeper now.

The kind of silence that follows surrender, where words feel too small and the breath becomes a language of its own.

Meghana slowly lifted herself from Abhi’s chest.

Her movements were gentle, like she didn’t want to disturb the gravity they had just created.

She knelt beside him, brushing a lock of hair from her cheek as she looked at him, still lying down.

Still flushed, still watching her like she was the answer to every question he hadn’t dared to ask.

Without a word, she reached for his hands.

“Come sit,” she said, voice like velvet stretched thin. “The last one.”


Abhi rose slowly, his body heavy from emotion more than effort.

She guided him to sit cross-legged at the center of the mat, spine tall, breath even

But his pulse still raced under his skin.

She came to him like a secret.

Kneeling in front of him

She let her knees spread gently

And with slow, deliberate grace.


She settled herself into his lap


Straddling him



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[shailu4ever]

Thighs wrapped around his waist


Her soft skin brushing his sides.

Their faces were close

No more than a whisper apart.

Her arms slid around his shoulders and curled behind his neck

Fingers threading into his hair.

His hands instinctively found her waist again

Familiar now, like a memory his body wouldn’t let go.

For a moment, they didn’t move. Didn’t blink.

They just stared

Into each other.

Her breath mingled with his. Slow. Deep. Weighted.

“This pose isn’t about stretching,” she whispered, lips just barely brushing his.

“What’s it about then?” His voice was hoarse now, deeper.

“Stillness. Presence. Letting your body listen… instead of speak.”

He swallowed

His hands tightening slightly at her waist. “And what is it hearing right now?”

Her forehead met his.

Her nose brushed his.

Their breaths became one rhythm, in… and out.

“Everything,” she said. “It hears everything.”


Meghana leaned her body into his fully now

[shailu4ever]

Chest to chest


Hips aligned

Her thighs warm against him.

Her arms closed around his back like a clasp.

There was no gap left between them.

And then… stillness.

Not forced.

Not practiced.

But organic.

Deep.

Sacred.

Her head rested on his shoulder.

His cheek pressed lightly against her temple.

His fingers caressed slow lines along her spine, every stroke speaking what words could not.

She didn’t kiss him yet.

She just held him, and let him hold her back.

A minute passed.

Then another.

And still they didn’t move.

It was too full

[shailu4ever]

This moment


Too charged with everything they'd carried and everything they’d become.

Then finally, slowly, Meghana pulled back just enough to look at him again.

Her lips were trembling slightly now. Not with fear, but with feeling.

And she kissed him.

It wasn’t a question. 

It was an answer.

Soft. Long.

Drenched in the kind of emotion that had no name, only echoes.

Her lips moved against his in a rhythm that wasn’t learned, but remembered.

Like she’d known how to kiss him her whole life, just hadn’t been allowed until now.

He responded in kind, gently, reverently,

Letting his hands move up her sides, across her back,

Anchoring her to him like he might float away otherwise.

Their kiss didn’t deepen in urgency. It deepened in truth.

She whispered something against his lips, breathless:

“I missed this… more than I knew.”

“Me too,” he murmured. “Every day.”

They kissed again. Slower now. Lingering.

And then, still holding each other

They leaned in until their foreheads touched once more. 

Eyes closed. 

Breaths slow.

They didn’t need another pose.

This was it.

The final one.

The one where everything else melted away.


The one where they just… were.





-- oOo --

[shailu4ever]

Tantric Seated Lotus: The Stillness That Burns


Meghana shifted her weight slowly, after the final pose

One knee at a time,

Until she settled herself gently on Abhi’s lap, facing him

Her legs wrapped lightly around his waist.

Their bodies aligned with a quiet symmetry.

No rush.

No laughter now.

Only breath.

Her micro shorts rode up slightly with the movement,

And the cool morning air kissed the backs of her thighs,

Now pressed against the heat of his skin.

Abhi’s hands instinctively found her waist, not gripping, just resting, grounding.

Meghana’s arms slid up around his shoulders, her palms cradling the nape of his neck,

Fingers threading gently through the ends of his hair.

For a moment, neither of them moved.

They just looked at each other.

The silence was thick, slow like honey.

Her eyes didn’t blink, liquid brown, molten with something far deeper than teasing.

His hands flexed slightly on her waist, feeling the rhythm of her breathing—fast, but steadying.

His chest rose with hers, the fabric of her seamless bra grazing against his bare skin with every inhale.

“You still breathing?” she whispered, a corner of her lip curling upward.

“Barely,” he murmured back. “You?”

She leaned in slowly, until her forehead rested against his. “This is more than I imagined.”





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[shailu4ever]

Their lips were just a breath apart now, their noses brushing.


His hands traveled, slowly, reverently, along her back, up her spine, memorizing the arc of her posture.

When they settled just below her shoulder blades, she exhaled a soft, shaky breath that tickled his cheek.

Then, without breaking eye contact, Meghana started moving.

Not a rocking motion, not yet, but a slight forward press of her chest into his, tightening the embrace.

Her thighs pressed in closer around his waist, and her calves slid behind his lower back.

His arms curled further around her, drawing her gently to him.

They fit. Completely.

Her cheek brushed his as she leaned closer, and her lips ghosted over the edge of his jaw.

A deliberate trace of his lips

He shivered.

His lips found her temple first, a light, reverent kiss, and then the slope of her cheek, the softness beneath her eye.

Meghana turned her face toward him, giving him silent permission.

Then, finally, their mouths met.

Not like the ones before.

This kiss was a surrender, a slow, aching slide into something deeper.

Her lips moved with him, not urgently, but with a rhythm that pulled and released.

Her fingers clutched the back of his neck now, anchoring herself.

His hands roamed the length of her back, her sides, memorizing her warmth, her curve, the quiet strength in her form.


They stayed like that for a long time, every breath a conversation.


Every gentle press of her hips against his, every lean of her body into his chest

Every shiver in her fingertips said what their words could not.

His heart pounded, not with lust—but with the gravity of the moment.

This wasn’t just attraction. It was a letting go.


When they finally paused, Meghana’s forehead leaned into his, both of them breathless.

“I’ve never felt anything like this,” she whispered.

He could only nod, resting his palms along her naked thighs now, thumbs stroking the edges. “Me neither.”

Their breathing slowly calmed, but the heat between them didn’t fade.

Instead, it glowed, low and steady, like the embers of something about to become a fire.


They didn’t move.


Because sometimes the most intimate moment… is simply staying.





-- oOo --

[shailu4ever]

Aftermath


The room was quiet.

The air around them, dense and heady,

Carried the scent of warmth, sweat,

And something far more primal

Longing fulfilled but not extinguished.

Meghana still sat in Abhi’s lap

Her cheek resting against his shoulder now.

Their bodies slowly sinking out of the yoga pose

But not apart.

She was no longer holding herself upright.

She had melted into him

Her arms loose around his neck

Her legs unhooked and resting softly on either side of his hips.

Her breath was slow and deep,

Brushing across his collarbone.


Neither had spoken since that kiss.

[shailu4ever]

Abhi didn’t move for a long time.


He simply held her arms circling her waist

Fingers spread across her lower back

As though anchoring her to him.

Meghana's skin, warm and slightly damp

Felt like satin beneath his fingertips.

Her heartbeat, nestled against his chest, was slow… but steady.

Not calm, not yet.

Just… still processing.

She tilted her face slightly, her forehead brushing along his neck.

A stray wisp of hair clung to her temple.

Abhi lifted his hand slowly and tucked it behind her ear.

His palm lingered against her cheek.

She didn’t open her eyes.

She simply turned her head into his hand, pressing a little closer,

Her lips brushing lightly against the base of his thumb.

A kiss without saying it.

Then, very softly, she murmured, “You didn’t ask anything today…”
 
Abhi smiled gently.“You said… no holding back.”

 

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