06-07-2025, 11:17 PM
மறுபடியும் கதையை தொடர்ந்து பதிவு போட வந்ததுக்கு நன்றிங்க ....யாழினிராம் நண்பா
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Adultery The Language of Her Heart
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06-07-2025, 11:26 PM
Have to be honest. Tension between Pavi and Raj is much better than what Praksh had.
I hope to see more episodes with Raj now 
07-07-2025, 05:16 AM
Pavi will play with Raj while Radhika Isn't in the room. Hope Pavi will not tease Raj too much like she did with Prakash.
07-07-2025, 06:49 AM
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Thank you miss author for continuing the story...... I haven't read the update yet but just checked the page and was so happy to find an update posted..... Thank you from the bottom of my heart for continuing the story.......
0725 hour IST, I read the update.... Very well plotted.... Some heated scenes are going to happen between Pavitra and Raj till Radhika is talking on the phone.... And after they have left from her place it's entry of Prakash for chicken curry, rice and Pavitra....... Wow
Val
07-07-2025, 09:34 AM
Awesome build up. Thanks for continuing this story
07-07-2025, 05:35 PM
(06-07-2025, 11:17 PM)Vijay42 Wrote: மறுபடியும் கதையை தொடர்ந்து பதிவு போட வந்ததுக்கு நன்றிங்க ....யாழினிராம் நண்பா Yes Vijay We need to thank the author for continuing the story.... Cheers to her and all the readers of this story
Val
07-07-2025, 05:37 PM
Thank you bro for continuing the story ;) awesome story build up
07-07-2025, 06:01 PM
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(07-07-2025, 05:37 PM)Hotyyhard Wrote: Thank you bro for continuing the story ;) awesome story build up Hey hotyyhard, The author is a lady, a female.... You can represent the author by her login name.... Instead of bro....
Val
07-07-2025, 07:08 PM
07-07-2025, 07:29 PM
EPISODE 115 & 116
He took another sip. Slow. Not like before. Now it was almost lazy. Careful. Savoring. His lips just rested on the rim of the tumbler. The steel touched his mouth soft. But his eyes… They didn’t leave mine. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Hmm,” he murmured. Low sound. Almost from his chest. “Coffee is strong.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I turned my face slightly. Sideways. Not fully. Just enough to look at him from corner of my eye. “Too strong, ah?” I asked softly. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He shook his head, slow. “No,” he said. “Just right. Perfect.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - A small smile came on my lips. Not big. Not wide. Just that soft one — where one corner lifts. The one that’s half private. Only for this moment. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I reached up and wiped the corner of my mouth. There was one small dot of coffee there. Warm. Sticky. My finger brushed it away, slow. I felt it cling. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “I made it thick today,” I said, voice soft. “Half milk, half decoction.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He didn’t stop watching me. Still holding the tumbler. “Can feel it,” he said quietly. Then placed it on the table. The metal touched the wood. A small thak. Like a signal. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - But his eyes weren’t on coffee anymore. They dropped. Lower. To my waist. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My saree was tucked clean. Black cotton. Tight around the curve of my stomach. The pleats were neat. Falling naturally along my thigh. The side curve where my hip dipped inward — he was staring there. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then his eyes moved again. Up. To my chest. Where the pallu rested. Soft cotton. But light. Blouse underneath was full — round — stretched gently. He was seeing all. Not touching. Not moving. Just seeing. And I could feel it. Like a finger sliding slowly up my skin. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - But this wasn’t like Prakash. Not greedy. Not rough. This stare was quiet. Steady. Like he already knew this skin. Had tasted it. Wanted to taste again. But better this time. More. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I adjusted my pleats a little. Then pulled my pallu up. Covered better. Tighter over chest. Still modest. Still clean. But I knew. He saw everything. Even the shifts in fabric. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He didn’t hide his stare. I looked away once. Then again. But third time… I turned fully. Met his eyes. No smile now on my face. Just quiet. Just bold. Eye to eye. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He didn’t blink. He smiled — just a little. Waited. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I narrowed my eyes. Voice dropped. “Don’t look at me like that.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He tilted his head. “Like what?” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Like…” I said, searching. “Like you’re going to eat me alive or something.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He didn’t laugh. He didn’t deny. He just said it. Plain. Low. “Maybe I want to.” A pause. “But you’re not letting me.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My chest gave a small tight pull. Not painful. Just… aware. I bit my lower lip. Pretending innocence. Playing. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “What you want to eat, anna?” Voice slow. Mocking. But I knew. I knew what I was asking. I wanted him to say. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He smiled gently. “What, Pavi. You don’t know?” He lifted his eyebrows. That man look. That I-want-you look. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “I want rasgulla only.” His eyes dropped. To my breasts. Just one second. Then back to my face. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I covered my mouth with my fingers. Shaking head. “Ayyyo… you’ve started again.” My face felt hot. Ears burning. But I was smiling inside. Full. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He leaned back. Arms open. Chest relaxed. “That’s not starting,” he said. “I never stopped.” “You’re the one who gave only smell. Didn’t serve fully.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I couldn’t breathe for a second. Those words. “Only smell.” “Didn’t serve.” He knew exactly what to say. To press the heat deeper. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I leaned back against sofa. Didn’t know where to keep my hands. My fingers were playing with saree border. Clutching. Releasing. Again. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He leaned forward now. Elbows on knees. Body coming near. Voice low. “Pavi.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Hmm?” I said. Not fully facing him. Half shy. Half caught. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “I want to finish my dessert.” His tone was soft. But serious. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Anna…” I laughed nervously. Brushed hair from forehead. “I already gave no? What else you’re asking now?” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He shrugged. But no play in his eyes. Just that quiet hunger. “That’s not enough.” “Smell is not enough.” “I want to taste.” He leaned closer. “Proper.” “On my lips.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My legs moved on their own. Pressed tight. Thighs touched. My knees locked inward. The space between burned. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Ayyyo…” I whispered. “Stop it.” But I didn’t move. I stayed. I didn’t scold. Didn’t call Radhika. Just sat. Let the words sit inside my chest. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He was watching everything. How my hands were nervous. How my breath had slowed. How my chest moved under cotton. He saw. He sipped it all like coffee. With eyes. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Pavi.” “Hmm?” He looked straight. “I meant what I said.” “I want rasgulla.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I looked at him sideways. Half smiling. Half hiding. “Aah… see now… you’re becoming too much.” “Whatever I did… that was already too much.” I said it, but my voice didn’t sound strong. It sounded like breath. Like warning mixed with remembering. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Outside, Radhika’s voice kept rising and falling. From the balcony. That mother-daughter voice. Sharp in the beginning, softer in the end, then sharp again. I didn’t catch the words. Only tones. Names here and there. “Aiyo…” she said once. Then silence. Then louder. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - She was still busy. Still arguing. Still standing in wind. She wasn’t coming inside. Not soon. But… I couldn’t relax. Not fully. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Raj sat in front of me. Still. His elbows resting on his knees. Tumbler empty. Just sitting on the table like forgotten toy. But his body didn’t move. Only his eyes. Only that. Looking. Watching. At me. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I didn’t sit fully toward him. Just slightly sideways. Upright. My hands were tight together in my lap. Fingers twisting the edge of my pallu. Fidgeting it. Rolling. Unrolling. Eyes flicking now and then to the curtain. The sliding door was closed. But the wind still made that soft tap-tap on the glass. One curtain thread danced alone. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Still I said it. Soft. Without turning. “Radhika will come any time…” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He didn’t answer fast. He just inhaled. That kind of breath where air feels thick. Then leaned back. Casual now. Like nothing. “No. She won’t,” he said. “You heard her. Her mother started something big.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I turned slightly toward him. Half-face. “Still,” I said. “Anything can happen. You’re playing with me like there’s no risk.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “I’m not playing,” he said. Calm. Not defensive. Just calm. “I’m asking.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My hand squeezed pallu edge tighter. Rolled it like one stick. His body shifted. Not toward me fully. Just enough. Just that slow angle. Intentional. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Pavi…” he said again. Low voice. “Give me my dessert.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I closed my eyes. One full second. Not thinking. Just… letting my breath slow. Then I said softly. “Anna…” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He didn’t speak. Just waited. Not pushing. Not begging. Just there. Still. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I turned my face again. Now fully. Looked at him. My eyes narrow. Not angry. Not sweet. Just warning. Soft warning. “You’re becoming mad.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He smiled. That slow one. That kind where no teeth show. Just lips. “I didn't ask dessert after dinner. You asked about dessert.” “You asked me what I want.” “You started it.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “I didn’t start rasgulla, I asked about coffee,” I said sharply. Low. Through my teeth. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “But you didn’t feed me properly,” he replied. “I’m half full,” he continued, voice soft. “Because it was covered completely. I could smell.” “Not taste.” “I’m still hungry.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My stomach clenched. My teeth pressed on lower lip. That line he said — still hungry — it stayed in my body like heat. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Don’t say like that.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Then give,” he said. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I shifted. One leg tucked under the other. My saree rustled soft. “What give?” I asked. But I knew. I just wanted him to say. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “You know.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I shook my head. Voice shook with it. “No way. Akka’s here.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “She’s not here. She’s outside.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Stop it…” I whispered. “Why now, suddenly?” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He looked at me. Calm face. “No reason. Just now I’m getting chance.” “When else will I get?” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I looked toward the curtain. Her voice was still rising. She was saying some cousin name now. Sharp tone. Half shout. She was still outside. Still locked in that call. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “I can’t do like that, anna.” “Why not?” “What if she comes? What if I didn’t see?” “She can’t see us here. She won’t hear anything. Next forty minutes, she won’t return.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My head moved. No. But even that no felt soft. Felt confused. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He lowered his voice more. Just a thread. “Just taste. One time. Rasgulla.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “You’re talking like it’s some sweet in fridge,” I said, trying to laugh. But it came out nervous. Dry. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “It is,” he said. “Fresh. Soft. White.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Stop…” I whispered again. My mouth was dry. Tongue sticking. Palms were sweating. But my legs… Still. I hadn’t moved. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “You asked me dessert,” he said. “I said. You let me smell. Now give me taste.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Anna…” I said. “Don’t…” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “I’m asking. That’s all.” “One proper taste. In my mouth. Only that.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My knees were not closed anymore. They had separated without telling me. Cool air touched that space between. My thighs were shivering softly. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I looked at him. He hadn’t moved. Not one inch. But his eyes… They were holding everything. Not wild. Not greedy. But full. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “I’m scared,” I said softly. Then… “I never did like that… and even Radhika akka is in balcony only…” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He nodded. “But she cannot see or hear.” “It’s only me. And you.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My eyes blurred. Some strange heat behind them. Fear. Shyness. Excitement. All packed together. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “You won’t do anything else?” I asked. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Nothing.” “You’ll be in control?” “You tell. I’ll stop.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My hand touched my chest. Not pressing. Just staying. Feeling. Over the blouse. Not offering. Not guarding. Just… feeling. It was warm. Inside. Outside. Everywhere. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He was still looking. Waiting. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I breathed out. Long. “Only one time, you stop it, when I say stop” I whispered. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He nodded. “One.” “If anything goes wrong…” “You stop it.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My body was shaking. Not outside. Inside. That slow, warm shake that comes before something starts. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Fingers fidgeted again. Not acting. Just trying to decide. Then… I looked down. Once. Then up again. “…I’ll come there,” I said. My voice caught on the last word. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He didn’t act like boy. Didn’t jump. Didn’t shout. Just leaned back. Opened space near him. On the sofa. Gave room. Welcoming. Not dragging. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I didn’t stand. I didn’t rush. I moved on the sofa itself. One slow shift. Then another. My hips sliding over cushion. My saree rubbing under me. Warm cotton. My breath short. Each inch closer. To him. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The fabric under me was warm now. My saree had started bunching slightly under my thigh. It folded and creased near my hip as I dragged across the sofa. The soft hiss of cotton brushing against the cushion filled the silence. It was not loud. But I could hear it. Like slow breath. Like cloth learning the shape of skin. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I just moved. One slow drag. My hips shifting, sliding with weight. Dragging myself one inch closer to him. Then again. Another small push. The cushion dipped slightly with my movement. I could feel the soft resistance of fabric. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My breath had shortened. Not panting. Just tighter. More inside than out. My thighs brushed as I adjusted again. My petticoat clung at the back. That sticky warmth stayed with me. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He didn’t say anything. Didn’t move. Didn’t lean or stretch. Just waited. That still posture. That full patience. Only his eyes on me. Only that. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - By the time I reached beside him, I could feel it. That heat. Not touch yet. But close. The nearness of his body. That warm pressure of a man sitting firm beside me. It made the left side of my body alert. Like skin waking. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My knee was almost grazing his thigh. One inch gap, maybe less. My shoulder not touching, but not far. My saree adjusted, but I didn’t check. I just sat. Still. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Akka’s voice kept floating. Still from the balcony. Still arguing. Still emotional. Names and half-sentences. Daughters. Uncles. Something. But her presence — it was just beyond that curtain. That thin sliding door. A line of glass. Anything could happen. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Anna…” I said. My voice didn’t rise. Just came out. Small. Like from inside a folded towel. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He turned his face slightly. “Hmm?” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I swallowed. My throat felt dry now. “Close your eyes.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He raised one eyebrow, smile tugging. “Why?” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Just close,” I said. “No questions.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He gave that lazy smile. “I’m not a college boy, Pavi. I’ll peek.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I narrowed my eyes. “If you peek, you won’t get what you want.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Oh ho…” he chuckled, low and rough. “Violence before rasgulla?” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Close, anna.” My voice firmer now. “Close properly.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His smile didn’t leave. But it softened. He nodded. “Okay.” And closed. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His eyes. Gone now. Just eyelids. Peaceful. But not asleep. His chest was rising. Slow. His arms resting beside him. Open. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I looked once at the curtain. Still no shadow. Still no hand pulling it open. Her voice still flowing — faster now. But feet still outside. Safe. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My hand lifted. Shaking slightly. I reached my shoulder. That left side. Where the safety pin sat. Holding the pallu in place. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My thumb moved. Slipped under the pin-head. And unhooked it. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Click. Small metal sound. Like coin dropping on tile. The pin loosened. And the pallu… Fell. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It slid down. From my shoulder. Across my chest. Over my navel. Into my lap. A soft fall. A quiet cloth river. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Now my blouse. Exposed fully. Black. Tight. Slightly stretched from earlier. The hooks across my chest were pulling gently. That pressure line showing. My breast full inside. Barely contained. I could feel the blouse touching my skin directly. And air now… Soft on the fabric. I didn’t move. Just breathed. One time. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I looked at Raj. His eyes were closed. But his lips… Still had that smile. Not playful. Just knowing. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Are you looking?” I whispered. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “No.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Swear.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “I swear, Pavi.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I stared. One more second. Then I moved. My fingers reached the bottom hook of the blouse. The one resting just above my navel. Cold. Metal. Touching skin. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I unhooked it. Then the second. Slow. Each parting made the blouse loosen more. Fabric started giving. The curve of my breast pressed against the blouse harder now. But I left the top hook. Didn’t open that. That one still held the shape. Still closed the top. Still gave me the chance to back out. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I looked again. To the balcony. Curtain still swaying. Her voice rising now. Some word — sounded like “marriage”. She was in full mood. She wasn’t coming. Not yet. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I turned back. “Anna…” “Hmm?” His eyes were still closed. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “No opening, okay?” “No opening.” “You won’t cheat?” “I won’t cheat.” “You sure?” “I’m sure.” “You’ll just wait?” “Yes.” “You’ll not grab?” “I’ll only take if you give.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I took a long breath. Then another. Then I moved. My hand reached up. Touched the cloth. I spread the blouse slightly. Not full. Just pulled it apart a little. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Warmth hit me first. From inside. Then air. From outside. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My hand slid in. Inside the blouse. Under the bra. Fingers slow. Careful. Shivering slightly. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I pushed one thumb under the strap. Tugged gently. The cup lifted. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The fabric moved. Slid. And my right breast… Came out. Freed. Heavy with heat. Round with want. The nipple already tight. Already alive. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Left one stayed hidden. Safe. Right one… Open. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My chest moved softly with breath. I adjusted the blouse edges. Made sure it wasn’t too open. Just enough. Ready to close. Ready to run. But… I didn’t. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I looked once more at the curtain. No shadow. Just her voice. Still going. Faster now. She was talking about some family fight. Still outside. Still safe. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I turned back. He was there. Eyes closed. Breath calm. Still waiting. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Anna,” I whispered. He smiled slightly. “Hmm?” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “No looking, okay?” “I’m not.” “You won’t cheat?” “I won’t cheat.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I stared at him. One last time. Then down. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My right breast was there. Full. Alive. Waiting. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He sat still. Eyes closed. His back rested softly into the sofa. Not stiff. Just leaning, just enough. Legs long — stretched. Feet flat on the floor. Arms spread gently over the cushions. Fingers relaxed. He looked like a man waiting for temple prasad. Quiet. Calm. Not greedy. But ready. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And I was beside him. Still. But not calm. My heart felt like it was inside my neck. Not in my chest. It was pulsing near my throat. Tight. Fast. My blouse hung loose below — the bottom hooks open. The right side pulled out, my bra cup pushed up like crumpled cloth. It pinched a little under my arm. But I didn’t fix it. Couldn’t. Didn’t even blink. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My right breast was fully outside now. Soft and heavy. Still. Open. Exposed. Alive. The air inside the hall wasn’t cold, but it felt cold there. Because that skin — it was never shown before. Never touched open air before. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I sat like stone. Not because I wanted. Because I didn’t know how to move. My fingers held the edge of my pallu — fidgeting, twisting, rubbing the silk like habit. The saree covered me below. But above… That one breast sat out. Waiting. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I bent slightly. My mouth near his ear. My breath touched his cheek. I whispered, “Anna.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His head turned slightly. Just his face. “Hmm?” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “It’s ready.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He smiled. That small curve again. “So rasgulla is ready to serve?” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I swallowed. My tongue felt thick. “Hmm,” I said softly. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He tilted his face downward, still keeping his eyes closed. I saw his neck stretch. He was trying to bend forward. Trying to lower his mouth toward my chest. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - But his back didn’t bend properly. His long body didn’t curl like that. The sofa’s angle was wrong. He grunted softly. “I can’t reach.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I blinked. Watched him struggle again. His neck lowered. Shoulders rounded. But his chin barely came past my waist. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “No use,” he said. Whispering. “You’re too small, Pavi.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I looked down. Yes. He was trying. But his neck strained. His back stiff. He couldn’t do it. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Come,” he said, voice soft now. “Sit.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Sit where?” I asked. I knew. But I asked. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Here.” His voice dropped one step deeper. “On my lap. I can’t bend so much. Just come sit.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “No, anna…” I whispered. Scared. But not running. Still beside him. Still with one breast bare. Still… close. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “It’s okay,” he said. “Don’t stand. Just move little. Sit on me.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I turned my head. Looked at the curtain. It moved softly in the breeze. But no feet. No shadow. Only voice. Still going. Still arguing. Still sharp. Akka wasn’t coming. Not now. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My hand stayed on my blouse. Covering halfway. Holding nothing. Just there. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “I can’t, anna…” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He didn’t pull. Didn’t touch. Didn’t move. Only said, “Pavi… she cannot see you. She won’t come now. It’s safe. Just… shift. You’re trembling already. You’ll drop the rasgulla before serving.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I closed my eyes. Half a second. That’s all. Then opened. Looked again at the curtain. Still safe. Still only wind. Still only her voice. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I bit my lip. Then… shifted. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Didn’t stand. Didn’t lift. Just turned. My hips twisted toward him. My knees bent gently. Feet adjusted. And I moved… Onto his lap. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His thighs received me. Firm. Strong. Steady. One knee on either side now. Saree still covering between. My ass rested over his thighs. My back straight. My arms unsure. But I was there. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His hands moved. Not sudden. One arm reached behind. Rested over my back. Fingers landing near my hip. Just holding. Not pulling. Just letting me stay. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I didn’t look at him. My head stayed down. Eyes on his shirt. My right breast now close to his face. Open. Near. Ready. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And below… I felt it. His cock. It had started rising. Slow. Not hard yet. Not pushing. But it was there. Firm. Warm. A weight under my thigh. Saree between. But I could feel the shape. The press. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My cheeks flushed. Hot now. Like fever in both sides. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He was breathing softly. Not fast. But I could feel his chest rise and fall. Under me. With me. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Still closed?” I whispered. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He nodded. “Still.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Don’t open, anna.” “I won’t.” “Promise.” “I promise.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I took one breath. Then lifted my hand. Touched his head. My fingers slid into his hair. Warm. Thick. Slightly sweaty. I held. Then… Guided. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Slowly. Steady. I pulled his face forward. Not pushing. Just bringing. Gently. Toward my chest. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His breath touched me first. Soft. Warm. Right over the curve of my breast. I gasped. One soft inhale. It hit me straight. Like lightning made of heat. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then I moved his face again. One inch more. Final. And his mouth… Touched the rasgulla.
07-07-2025, 08:18 PM
Excellent and marvellous update..... Please keep writing the same way and continue the story..... I really love your writing skills..... Great going yazhiniram....
Val
07-07-2025, 09:03 PM
wow Rasgulla feeding cant wait to know how it tastes? ;)
07-07-2025, 09:52 PM
Wife to Kartik, Queen to Prakash, Senior to Arjun, Shy girl to Raj. Woman really can become anything.
Awesome!!!
Simply next level of writing yr):
08-07-2025, 11:28 AM
Love your writing. Top notch! Keep going.
Personally love the raj episodes more. Loving the slow burn seduction. Hot!!! Just a kind request, As a navel lover, would love to see some hot navel scenes with raj in your fantastic writing
08-07-2025, 05:32 PM
ultimate scene building, amazing creativity, this is gods gift to you. keep practicing it .
08-07-2025, 06:27 PM
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Episode 117 & 118:
His lips touched softly. Not wide. Not biting. Just one gentle press. Warm. Slow. Right over my nipple. Right on that tight, sensitive peak — the centre of my bare right breast. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And that one touch… That single second… My body jolted. Like spark. Like wire touching wet finger. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My back arched slightly — not big. Just that small curl, spine lifting from inside. “Aaaah…” It came out by itself. That long, helpless moan. Not a scream. Not a shout. Just one stretched-out sound full of shock and heat. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My thigh muscles clenched tight. Not from pain. Just from the sudden pull. The tension that rushed up my legs and sat in my chest. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My hand behind his head almost gripped too hard. But I stopped. Loosened. Let it stay. “Anna…” I whispered. Half-panting. Half-scared. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He didn’t answer. Didn’t speak. Didn’t laugh. Just stayed there. Lips still warm. Still on me. Still pressing. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then… He started tasting. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Mouth moving slow. No fast sucking. Just little licks. Little pulls. Tiny movements — lips nudging, tongue brushing. A small swipe across the nipple. Wet. Warm. And my whole breast reacted. The skin pulled tighter. The nipple rose harder. My stomach dropped. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I turned my head fast. Eyes toward the curtain. Breath stuck in throat. Radhika. Still on call. Her voice came clear, sharp. “I’m telling you, ma… don't listen to him…” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - She was walking again. I could hear it. But still outside. Still on the other side of glass. Still safe. For now. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I let out the breath I’d been holding. Long. Quiet. Then I looked down. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Raj’s lips were moving. Gently. Each time they closed more. Now they were pulling — softly. My nipple was going inside, little by little. His mouth made it feel rounder, harder, wetter. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Anna… no eyes,” I said sharply. I saw his forehead tilt slightly. Like he wanted to peek. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He gave a small laugh — right against my skin. “I didn’t open.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “You were trying,” I whispered, scolding. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “I can’t help…” he murmured. His mouth never left me. “Dessert is so good.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Keep closed,” I said again. Firm. My hand stayed over his head. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Okay… okay…” he said. His voice muffled now. His lips still gently working. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Don’t cheat,” I added, voice low. One last warning. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “I won’t,” he whispered. “Cross heart.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then his head shifted. He adjusted. Opened his mouth just a little more. And this time… He took my nipple fully in. Not just the tip. Deeper. All the way in. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Aaaah…” I moaned again. Softer. Bent slightly forward now — my chest pushing into his mouth. One hand gripping his shoulder. Not gently. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His other hand moved behind me. From my back… To my ass. The full palm now cupping the curve. Through the saree. Not too rough. But full. Whole. Fingers spread wide. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - One squeeze. Not hard. But deep. Like he wanted to feel the weight of it. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I gasped. Straight from throat. My ass tensed once in his hand. Then settled. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His other hand moved too. Came from his lap… Around my waist. Gently. Palm gliding over my saree pleats. Then brushing under the pallu — near the knot. Right above my navel. Where skin was bare under blouse. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Aaaahhh….” I whispered. But it wasn’t warning. Not this time. It came out breathy. Soft. Helpless. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His lips were sucking deeper now. Drawing my nipple further in. His tongue circling. Slow. Wet. Warm. Licking like it was fruit. Like it was sweet. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I could hear it. The sounds. That small, sticky wetness. His mouth closing, opening. Like sipping slow. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My fingers tightened again. Digging slightly into his shoulder. Not meaning to. But couldn’t help. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And then… I felt it. Below. Fully now. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His cock. Pressed. Hard. Risen fully. Not moving. But heavy. Long. Firm under me. It pushed up through the fabric. Right under the bottom curve of my ass. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It pulsed once. Then again. That slow, thick throb. Like a heartbeat with weight. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - But I didn’t say anything. Didn’t shift. Didn’t run. I stayed. On his lap. One breast bare. One mouth full. One body in heat. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My knees still folded beside him. Saree covering what it had to. But nothing could cover what was happening now. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And still… I kept one ear turned. Toward the curtain. Toward the voice. Still floating. Still sharp. But distant. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Most of me… Was in his mouth. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He sucked deeper. This time pulling just a little more. A sound came from me. “Aaahhh…” A whimper. Not loud. Not strong. Just one small, guilty moan. But real. Fully real. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His mouth moved slower now. Not lazy. Not weak. Just careful. Like he was taking time. Taking time with the rasgulla. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My breast sat heavy in his mouth. Wet. The nipple fully inside now — being pulled gently, circled slowly, sucked softly. And every time he did… Every single lick… My whole body changed shape. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My spine curved. Bent forward more. My knees squeezed tighter. One on either side of his lap — now gripping. Clinging. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Ahhh… anna…” The sound came from deep in my throat. But it didn’t feel like my own voice. It felt like something else was talking through me. Raw. Bare. Not loud. But full. Like steam escaping from inside. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My mouth kept parting. Even when no words came. Only soft, hot air. Just air. Whispers. Moans. Each one breaking on my tongue whenever his mouth moved. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He kept licking. Soft. Slow. That slow tongue circle — wet and wide. Then a small pull. Then a firmer suck. Then again. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My right nipple was soaked now. I could feel the saliva cooling slightly. But it didn’t stay cool. Because his tongue came again. Warmer. Firmer. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Every wet sound echoed. In my ear. In my chest. In my cunt. Like one drumbeat. Inside me. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And underneath… Below my ass… The pressure was rising. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His cock. No more soft. No more sleeping. Now stiff. Hard. Pointed. Pushing. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It poked upward through his pant — long and straight — and hit directly into the softest part of me. That spot where my ass curved down and touched thigh. That small cushion of skin. He was pressing there. Not grinding. Just there. Heavy. Unavoidable. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My saree couldn’t hide it. My petticoat couldn’t stop it. I felt everything. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And inside… I was leaking. My cunt. Wet. Dripping slowly. I could feel the cotton of my inner panty stick to me. Hot. Sticky. Almost sliding inside. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The more he sucked… The more I leaked. My thighs stayed pressed. But they couldn’t stop that wetness. It was coming now. Full and messy. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I didn’t know what to do. Where to keep my hands. One hand still gripping his shoulder. Fingers tense. The other hand was lost in pleats — somewhere on my thigh — clutching saree folds like it would help me hold back. But nothing helped. Nothing slowed it down. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He kept going. That mouth. That hand. The one behind me now squeezing my ass again. Not gently this time. Deeper. Fingers digging softly into flesh. Like he wanted to feel how thick. How soft. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His other hand wrapped around my waist. Moving slow. The fingertips brushed my belly. Then the blouse cloth. Then stopped just above my knot. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Aaaaah… stop,” I whispered suddenly. My voice cracked. Half-pant. Half-sob. Half-lost. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He didn’t stop. He just smiled. That mouth smiled around my nipple. Then sucked deeper. Pulled more. My breast stretched slightly toward his face. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I bent forward. My chest moving in big waves now. Up. Down. My blouse edge almost slipping again. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then I felt it. A shift. His head tilted. His mouth released. A soft pop sound came. My nipple left his lips. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Cold hit me. Not fan air. Just absence. That nipple — wet and tingling — now hanging bare again. Shining slightly. Tight and pink. Alive. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - But he didn’t stop. He turned his face. Slowly. Toward my left side. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The other breast. Still hidden. Still held in blouse and bra. Still untouched. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His lips came near. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Anna—no!” I gasped. Pulled his head back fast. My palm holding him still. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His eyes opened. Half. Blinking. Searching. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He looked down. At my blouse. Still neat on that side. Still holding. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Only one?” he asked. Voice teasing. Playful. But deep. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Yes.” Firm. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “One rasgulla?” “Hmm.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He pouted softly. “But I’m still hungry.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My body was on fire. But I still said — “No, anna. Enough.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He nudged closer. His nose near my chest. “The other side is full,” he said. “Let it be,” I said. “No means no.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Just one more…” he whispered. “Even that one also want to feel me.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I bit my lip. My cunt clenched. But I shook head. Firm. “No. One is enough.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He smiled. Eyes dropped again to my chest. “You’re keeping extra sweets… not giving.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “This is not sweet stall,” I said. Half laughing. Half moaning. Breathless. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “I’m still hungry,” he whispered again. “I didn’t even bite.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Then good,” I said. Sharp. Soft. “Just taste. That’s all.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He leaned up more. I felt his breath on my collar. He came close to my neck. “Let me open it,” he murmured. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I caught his hand. Fast. “No, anna.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His hand stopped. Then dropped back. To my hip. To my saree. To his place. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He didn’t force. He didn’t beg. He sat still. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His cock still pressing. My ass still warm. My blouse still damp. His mouth now resting soft on my shoulder. Not moving. Just… there. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - But his lips didn’t ask again. Because I didn’t give. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The second rasgulla… I kept. Not yet. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His mouth had just left my right breast. It was wet. Not dripping. But that sticky wetness from tongue and lips. The skin was shining. My nipple was soft… tingling… tight from all that sucking. Now, in the open air, it felt cold. Too cold. His lips had made it hot before. Now the fan made it shiver. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - But I didn’t cover. I didn’t hide. I just sat there. On his lap. Feet folded up. Knees bent. One on each side of him. His legs under me. His chest against mine. My hands resting. One on his shoulder. One on his head. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And below… That cock. Still there. Still pressing. Not moving, not rubbing — but strong. Heavy. Firm. Like it was just remembering me from that water tank night. Like it was waiting for permission again. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I didn’t speak. I didn’t move. Just sat. Blouse loose. Bra folded. One breast hanging free. One still held tight. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He tilted his head slightly. Eyes still closed. Face calm. “Only one, ah?” he said, like he was asking price in a shop. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “You already had one full,” I whispered. My fingers rubbed the wet nipple. Gently. Almost like I was wiping. But not fully wiping. Just… soothing. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “One is not full,” he said. “It’s only half.” “Half?” “You ate it for so long, anna.” He smiled, soft. “Two rasgulla always come as pair, no? If you eat one, second one feels bad.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - That made me laugh. Suddenly. It came out fast, like air bursting from nose. “What logic is this, anna?” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Equality,” he said. “I’m fair.” “No bias, ah?” “Both sides should get same chance.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “You had full feast on right side,” I said. “Left side didn’t even see daylight.” He smiled wider now. “Exactly. You understood.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Anna… you’re becoming very something these days…” “What something?” I bit my lip. “Don’t know.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Pavi…” “Hmm?” “You didn’t say no.” “To what?” “To second rasgulla.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I looked sideways. The curtain was still closed. Radhika's voice was floating — soft now. “Just tell him not to involve…” Nothing urgent. Just calm talk. Still outside. Still safe. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “You’re asking like I’m shopkeeper,” I said, looking at him. “You asked me what I want, no?” he said. “I answered.” “You finished already.” “I didn’t bite,” he said. “Didn’t even taste properly.” “Only smell and sip?” He nodded. “Sip. Lick. Tease. But not full bite.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “You want full meal now?” I teased. “Not meal. Just fair share.” “If rasgulla is offered, I must give properly, ah?” He nodded, serious. “Exactly.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I looked down at myself. One breast out. Other one still inside. Chest burning. Neck sweating. Even my back was hot — inside blouse. Too hot. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Between my thighs… The leaking had returned. More now. Sticky. Heavy. My underwear damp and clinging. I felt it when I moved slightly on his lap. The slick heat pulling my lips apart. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Close your eyes,” I said softly. “They’re already closed,” he said. “No opening now.” “I didn’t open.” “Not even by mistake.” “Promise.” “You won’t peek?” “I won’t.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I looked again. He was still. Not faking. Not peeking. Just waiting. Like he could already feel it coming. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I reached behind my back. My fingers slid under the bra. The strap was sweaty. Sticky. The other cup still holding my left breast tight. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I pushed slowly. Lifted the fabric. The tight curve came free. My left breast fell into place — full, soft, untouched. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Now both were out. Both nipples tight. Both hanging gently in air. The blouse still holding at the top hook only. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His eyes were closed. But his smile changed. A little wider. Like he could smell me. Feel me. Feel the shift in heat. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Don’t move,” I whispered. “I’m not.” “Don’t open.” “I won’t.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I leaned forward. Slowly. Both breasts swinging gently. The air touched both nipples now. Cool breeze from fan. Sharp feeling. Too sharp. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My hands came back. Wrapped behind his head. Held him softly. Not force. Just guiding. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His lips moved — soft, searching. They knew where to go. Like they could smell. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And then… They touched. My second breast. The left one. Warm lips meeting new skin. Fresh rasgulla. Untouched. Ready. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His lips came soft. Warm. Like before. No rush. No bite. Just one gentle touch — right over the tight tip of my second breast. Left side. Still untouched until now. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He didn’t press hard. He just let his breath sit there first. Hot air. Steady. Then slowly… His mouth opened. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And the tip disappeared. Inside. Into his mouth. That soft sucking started again. Not greedy. Not strong. Just slow. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And I… I couldn’t hold it. “Ahhhh…” It came out. A proper moan. My lips parted. My throat opened. And my whole chest bent forward. Arms tightening around his neck. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Not a scream. But not soft either. That sound had weight. It filled the air. Enough to travel. Maybe past the curtain. Maybe to her. Radhika. Still in the balcony. Still on call. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I panicked. Turned quickly. Neck twisting toward the glass. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - She was still talking. Voice calm now. Low. A laugh came through. Some silly family story. Nothing serious. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I closed my eyes once. “Please don’t come…” Just that in my head. “Please. Stay there.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - But Raj… He didn’t stop. He didn’t even pause. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His mouth stayed busy. Lips moving slowly. Sucking. Licking. His tongue circled again — soft round swipes. His lips pulled gently. Then relaxed. Then pulled again. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Every second… My body changed. My spine shook. Heat flooded down from chest… to navel… to thighs… Then lower. Deeper. Into my cunt. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It throbbed. Not small. That slow, deep throb. Wanting. Waiting. Leaking. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Nobody had touched me like this. Not even Kartik. Not in bed. Not during sex. Nobody had tasted me like sweet. With patience. With care. Like I was fruit. Holy. Offered. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He moaned once. Not loud. Just a soft hum. “Mmm…” Like appreciation. Like lips saying “thank you.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Anna…” I whispered. Voice shaking. He didn’t reply. His mouth was full. His lips still tugging. Slow. Wet. Soft. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I shifted. My right knee slipped a little. Leg bent more. Knee touched his thigh. My thighs squeezed tighter around his lap. Trying to stay still. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - That’s when I felt it. His cock. Again. It had risen more. Stronger now. It poked upward. Right between my folds. Not inside. But close. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - From inside his pants. Through my saree. Through petticoat. Through innerwear. But still… It touched. The shape. The pressure. The thickness. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I didn’t move away. Not even one inch. I stayed there. Sat on him. My cunt soaking the cloth layers. My nipple in his mouth. His lips still moving. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then his hand moved. The one on my waist. Slow fingers. Climbing upward. Along my ribs. Over the blouse edge. Past the knot. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I tensed. Shoulders stiff. But I didn’t stop him. Didn’t slap. Didn’t scold. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His hand reached. The other breast. The first one. Right side. Already wet. Already licked. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Now his lips were working on the left. And his hand… Was on the right. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He didn’t squeeze. Not yet. Just held. His palm spread gently. Fingers covering the curve. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Anna…” I whispered. Voice thin. “Hmm?” He didn’t stop licking. Didn’t lift his head. “Balancing,” he said, lips moving over skin. “One rasgulla in mouth. One in hand.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I let out a shaky breath. “Too much,” I whispered. “Ayyyo…” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He smiled. Didn’t stop. His thumb moved. Pressed softly over the tip. Other fingers kneaded around the lower curve. He worked slow. Like cooking. Turn. Press. Lift. Again. Again. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It was like dough. Soft. Warm. Thick. My breast gave way under his hand. Then filled up again when he released. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My head tilted back slightly. I didn’t mean to. But I couldn’t sit straight anymore. My body was bending toward him. Like it wanted more. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His cock kept pulsing. Under me. I felt it clearly now. Each second. Throb. Press. Throb. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - But my legs didn’t move. Didn’t pull back. Didn’t stop him. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And I didn’t say “enough.” Not even once. Because I didn’t want to. Not now. Not yet.
08-07-2025, 08:44 PM
omg what a rasgulla update raj know how to war rasgulla yummy ;)
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