Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

“Cold orange juice… and your company after a long day.”

Ravi leaned on the backrest, amused. “Smooth.”

“I'm known for it,” she winked and began pouring the second glass.

But just as she tilted the bottle a bit more...

But then…

Her finger slipped.

A sound.

A splash.

It all happened in the span of a heartbeat.

The glass jerked slightly.

A stream of cold orange juice poured out sharply, missing the rim.

The juice, chilled and bright, spilled directly onto her chest,

Splashing across the soft pink of her crop top, cascading in little rivulets,

And landing directly on her bare stomach.

The juice splashed just above the center her crop top first,

Soaking the soft pink cotton instantly, turning it nearly transparent across the center.

The soaked fabric clung tighter to her skin, hugging the curve of her breasts

And outlining the contour of her bra faintly beneath the now-sheer cotton.

A stream ran down, tracing the delicate slope of her waist 

And gathering at her navel before slipping into the low curve of her jeans.

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[shailu4ever]

A thin golden trail of juice ran down from her sternum,


Snaking like a teasing finger over her bare waist,


Sliding into her navel, where it pooled for a moment, then continued its journey downward,

Disappearing behind the waistband of her low-rise jeans.

“Ohhh crap!” she yelped, freezing in place.

Time froze for Ravi…

His mind went blank for a second.

It was as if the entire world had paused, just so he could watch that one golden drop,

As it caressed her skin, curved into her bellybutton, and slipped away.

Every inch of its path etched into his memory like fire on soft wax.

It wasn’t intentional.

But it was, somehow, utterly devastating.

She looked down, gasped, then started laughing.

“Ughhh! Look at this mess!” she squealed, lifting her hands.

Ravi blinked, snapping out of it, tearing his eyes away.

Time slowed for Ravi.

She stood frozen for a second, blinking in shock, one hand holding the tilted bottle, the other hovering near her soaked midriff.

Then she burst into laughter.

“Oh my god,” she looked at Ravi, cheeks flushed from embarrassment and amusement.

“That’s it. I need to be banned from using anything with a spout.”

Ravi stood, trying very hard to keep his expression neutral.

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[shailu4ever]

His eyes dipped just once, involuntarily,


Catching that one unforgettable second where the wet top molded against her body,

The pink fabric almost whispering every hidden line.

She followed his gaze, caught it, and quickly pulled the fabric away from her body, laughing again.

She caught the flicker of his gaze and bit her lip.

“Hey! Eyes up!” she teased, cheeks now a shade redder.

“Busted,” she said, narrowing her eyes and winking. “Didn’t expect that visual treat, huh?”

Ravi laughed awkwardly, his voice tight. “It wasn’t… I wasn’t looking.”

“Sure,” she said, holding the wet top away from her body, droplets running off her fingers.

“Uh huh,” she smiled wickedly.

“Don’t worry. I’ll allow it. Only because you my lovely Bhayya and you smell like sandalwood and sincerity.”

He turned away again.

But inside, his thoughts refused to settle.

The way the light caught the juice against her skin.

The way her body responded, shocked and shivering slightly.

The way that juice drops traced her center like it belonged there.

And the knowing smile on her lips that said she was aware.

Not ashamed. Not coy. Just playfully bold.

Ravi’s heart pounded.

And for the first time in days, he felt a current he couldn’t name, desire cloaked in surprise, tangled with admiration, laced with danger.

She started walking toward the hallway.

“Your bathroom’s mine again. I need to rinse this before it stains. Do you have any spare shirts? Because this top is out of commission.”

Ravi nodded toward his cupboard, “Middle drawer.”

“Got it. But just warning you…” she said, turning with a mischievous twinkle in her eye,

“If I find a floral shirt in there, I’m going to scream.”

He laughed as she vanished down the hallway.

And for a long moment, Ravi just stood there, heart quietly thudding,

Brain frozen in that one image, her stunned face, the soft splatter over her chest,

The cold juice tracing the lines of her bare stomach like a secret story only he was meant to see.

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[readersp]

Boy.. what an imagination!!! Hats off Shailu ji!!!

[shailu4ever]

Boy.. what an imagination!!! Hats off Shailu ji!!!

Hi readersp


Thank you so much! Your words really mean a lot. I’m glad you enjoyed it! 

And this scene is still continuing, please read the next update, stay tuned for it!

Appreciate the kind words, and I’m always happy to share more!

Warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

In His Shirt, In His Space


Ravi was still reeling from the spill,

His pulse thudding in his ears, his mind struggling to regain control,

When the soft click of the bathroom door sliced through the haze of his thoughts.

His heart stuttered, waiting,

Every muscle tense as though he were caught in some suspended moment,

And then...

There she was.

Sirisha stood in the hallway, his shirt dbangd across her body.

The light blue fabric, once familiar and comforting to him,

Now hung on her like an offering, something sacred that she had claimed for herself.

The shirt, far too large for her, dbangd loosely around her frame, falling just below her upper thighs,

Teasing him with glimpses of what was hidden beneath.

The hem teasing just enough to leave the rest to his imagination.

The way it clung to her damp skin, faint traces of moisture still glistening from the wetness, sent a ripple of heat through him.

The soft cotton clung to her damp skin, the fabric hugging the curves of her body in a way that made his breath catch.

Faint traces of moisture still clung to her skin, glistening like a dewy sheen from her quick wash.

It was as if the fabric was tracing every delicate contour of her, highlighting the swell of her breasts,

The soft curve of her waist, and the hollow of her collarbone, each small detail impossible to ignore.

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As she moved, the shirt shifted slightly


Falling just a touch lower on her shoulder

Revealing more of her exposed skin,

And the way the cotton clung tighter around her chest only made the moment more intimate.

The subtle imprint of her nipples pressed against the fabric,

The soft outline just barely visible beneath the damp cotton, as though her body was speaking in ways words couldn’t.

The coolness of the wet fabric against her skin contrasted with the heat that radiated from her,

Leaving Ravi speechless for a moment, mesmerized by the way she seemed to glow under his gaze.

The damp strands of her hair curled loosely at the ends, some falling over her face,

Others cascading down her shoulders, softening the sharp lines of her beauty.

And then it hit him, the same shirt.

The very same shirt he had worn only moments ago,

A shirt he had taken off to change into something more comfortable.

But now, it was on her, absorbing his scent, the imprint of him still clinging to the fabric,

So intimately tied to him that it felt like a part of him was still wrapped around her.

She had left the top two buttons undone,

The collar dbangd loosely over her shoulders,

Giving him just enough skin to make his breath catch,

Collarbones, the curve of her neck,

A hint of the soft swell of her breasts in clear view.

It was a delicate balance of modesty and seduction.

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[shailu4ever]

The shirt clung to her, but it also fell away,


Leaving her bare, exposed, vulnerable, her legs, her curves, her soft skin

All of it on full display in the most subtle, erotic way.

Ravi stood frozen, caught in the moment, his mind struggling to catch up.

His shirt, her skin, the wetness of her hair... it all felt too intimate. Too real.

Sirisha lifted her gaze and met his eyes, and in that instant, he saw something deeper.

That mischievous glint in her eyes was still there, but now it carried a heavier, more charged energy,

A silent admission that the space between them had shifted, had grown.

“Comfortable shirt,” she said, her voice soft, but with that playful edge he recognized.

She stretched slightly, her body shifting with the movement, and for a moment,

The fabric of the shirt rode up, just enough for him to glimpse her upper thighs,

The faint outline of her thigh where it met the fabric of her black panties.

He thought she is going to adjust and pull the shirt down...

She didn’t pull the shirt down;

Instead, she let it rest there, teasing, just enough to drive him crazy.

She tilted her head slightly, eyes glinting with something unmistakably carnal.

“I can tell it’s the shirt you wore today,” she said, her voice almost a whisper now,

Thick with the implication. “It still smells like you.”

Ravi’s breath hitched, his pulse quickening.

The weight of her words, 

Combined with the knowledge that she was wearing his shirt,

The same shirt he’d taken off just minutes before, 

Sent a wave of heat through his chest, down to his groin.

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[shailu4ever]

“Is this your go-to ‘casual Friday’ look?” she asked, teasing,


But her lips trembled with the undercurrent of desire she wasn’t even trying to hide.

Ravi’s throat tightened.

His body was on fire, and he wasn’t sure how to respond,

How to control the raging intensity building inside him.

She was standing there, in his shirt, his scent,

Her bare legs gliding beneath the fabric,

Exposed and yet covered in such an intimate way.

“Yeah… Sometimes,” he managed, his voice thick, barely a whisper.

Her eyes never left his. 

There was no teasing now, only raw, aching honesty.

“I like it,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her eyes searched his, and as she took a small step toward him,

The shirt shifted with her, sliding slightly over the curve of her body.

The fabric brushed her skin with each movement, and she tilted her head back,

As though savoring the moment, feeling every inch of him on her. “It’s like I’m wearing you.”

She paused. “It’s like I’m wrapped in you, like your scent is still on me. It’s... comforting.”

She let her fingertips trail over the collar of the shirt,

The fabric so thin that it almost felt like she was touching his skin.

“I know it’s the same shirt,” she murmured, almost to herself, her voice a mixture of awe and hunger.

“I can feel you in it. It’s like... I can feel your presence in every inch of it.” She hugged herself slightly,

Pulling the shirt closer around her, as if trying to embrace every part of him that still lingered there.

“Like you’re holding me all around.”

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[shailu4ever]

She hugged herself slightly


Pulling the shirt closer around her as though trying to draw the fabric tighter to her body,

But the loose fit of the shirt only allowed it to shift further open.

The soft fabric parted at the chest, just enough for him to catch the faintest glimpse of her breasts, bare

With the shirt barely concealing them.

The thin cotton strained as it hung off her frame,

Giving him an intoxicating view of the curve of her chest,

A soft peak of her nipple barely visible beneath the fabric.

Ravi’s eyes locked on the sight, his breath catching in his throat.

The way the shirt hung so loosely on her, yet clung to the soft,

Round contours of her breasts, drew his gaze like a magnet.

The action had inadvertently revealed just enough to drive him wild, everything was laid out,

The fabric teasing him, offering an intimate peek,

While still maintaining the sense of something he wasn’t quite allowed to fully see.

He swallowed hard, the desire intensifying in his chest,

His mind spinning with the want to be closer to her,

To close the distance and feel the heat between them finally spark into something undeniable.

All that hit Ravi like a tidal wave, his breath catching in his chest.

There was no pretending anymore.

There was no distance.

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[shailu4ever]

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I have completed 2 months of writing.  

I started writing on 11th June 2005

Two months of learning to write,
Each word a step, each page a flight.
In the dance of ink and thought I roam,
Finding my rhythm, but not quite home.

I am a student, a learner at heart,
Treading this path where stories start.
Two months ago, with phone in hand,
I embarked on a journey I didn’t fully understand.

With each word written, each page turned,
I’ve stumbled, faltered, and slowly learned.
But in the silence, in every doubt,
The lessons whispered, shaping me out.

To those who’ve stood by with steady grace,
Your kindness, your faith, has lit my space.
Your words have been a lantern in the dark,
Guiding me, igniting that first spark.

Though I’ve traveled far, I know too well,
That the journey ahead is where true growth will dwell.
I am not yet a master, not yet complete,
Still learning the rhythm, still finding the beat.

So here I stand, with humble embrace,
Grateful for the lessons, and the endless chase.
For I am still a student, a seeker of truth,
Learning how to write, how to carve my youth.

Only two months, a student still,
In the playcollege of writing, learning at will.


Thank you every one for all  your support


-- Shailu

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[venkygeethu]

Really a great appreciation for the task you have taken that too to make the readers happy. The efforts that you have taken is wonderful. Wishing you and praying for your Health and Wealth. Let this journey continue and make a remarkable impact in this site through your writing.

A true writer is the one who understand the mood and likes of the readers you do very well in fulfilling that

Thanks once again and expecting more from Ravi (Shailu 4 ever)

[shailu4ever]

Really a great appreciation for the task you have taken that too to make the readers happy.    The efforts that you have taken is wonderful. Wishing you and praying for your Health and Wealth. Let this journey continue and make a remarkable impact in this site through your writing.

A true writer is the one who understand the mood and likes of the readers you do very well in fulfilling that

Thanks once again and expecting more from Ravi (Shailu 4 ever)

Hi Venkygeethu,

Thank you so much for your kind words.

They really mean a lot and give me a great deal of encouragement.

I am feel much better now and I am back to normal, thank you for the wishes and prayers. 

My journey in writing erotica continues...

I truly appreciate all the support and guidance I’ve received here, it’s been invaluable to me.

Thank you for your continued encouragement.

Best regards,

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

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Two months in, and wow... what a ride this erotica writing journey has been! Here’s a little reflection on what I’ve learned, struggled with, and how I’m growing…


Hi Everyone,

Today marks the first day of my third month in what I lovingly call my “erotica writing play college,” and I couldn’t be happier to continue this journey. These two months have been full of learning, challenges, and little victories, and I’m so grateful for everyone who has been part of it.

It’s been an incredible ride so far. I’ve learned so much, and while I know I’ve made a little bit of progress, I also see clearly how much more there is to master.

There are certain areas where I’ve fallen short, especially when it comes to connecting my stories to realistic scenarios and giving enough depth to my characters. I’m working on this, slowly but steadily.

Some of you even pointed out these shortcomings to me. At the time, instead of taking it sportively and seeing it as constructive criticism, I let my emotions get the better of me and felt upset. That was my fault. With time, I’ve realized the value in that feedback, and I’ve learned from it. I know I may have lost some of those people along the way, but I’m still thankful for the role they played in helping me grow. And the little pep talk from you has been medicine for my creative heart to heal.

As a female erotica writer, I’ve faced some unique challenges I didn’t expect. The biggest one has been my hesitation when writing intimate romantic encounters. I still find myself holding back, avoiding explicit language or detailed descriptions. I understand that readers of erotica often expect bold, immersive scenes, but my instinct is still to soften certain words. This is something I’m determined to overcome with time and practice.

On a personal note, I’m an emotional person. Sometimes, my feelings have shaped my writing, or delayed it. I know I need to manage my emotions better, but in many ways, writing has become my outlet. It’s where I can process emotions, channel them creatively, and turn them into something that feels meaningful. And whenever I’ve been stuck or stressed, your encouragement has been the gentle push I needed.

Whether you realize it or not, without your help, guidance, and kindness, I could never have made it here. Every like you gave, every compliment you offered, and every time you consoled me when I was struggling—all of it worked like medicine, helping me find my footing again.

I’m still young and I'm still learning. My husband teases that I act like a kid, and maybe he’s right. You’ve treated me with that same kindness and patience, guiding me, encouraging me, and cheering me on.

For all that, I am deeply thankful.

Here’s to month three, learning more, writing better, and sharing stories that I hope will touch and excite you just as much as they do me.


Best regards,


-- Shailu

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[shailu4ever]

This was real — this tension


This pull, this ache between them.

She wasn’t just wearing his shirt. She was wearing him.

He stepped toward her, his breath shallow, his body taut with need.

“Do you like it?” His voice was a low rasp, thick with desire.

Her eyes softened, and she took a small step closer to him, closing the gap.

“Yeah,” she whispered, her gaze never leaving his, “I do.” Her lips curled,

The expression on her face almost innocent,

Yet knowing, like she was daring him to cross the line that was so close, yet still so far.

Ravi couldn’t look away. His gaze dropped to the shirt, to her bare legs beneath it,

To the way the fabric clung to her body in all the right ways, revealing so much,

And yet leaving just enough to the imagination.

His chest tightened, and his pulse quickened as the heat in the room became unbearable.

She was so close, so open, and the intensity of the moment made it feel as though the world outside of them had dissolved.

“Do you want your shirt back?” Sirisha asked,

Her voice teasing, but there was something else in it, a hunger, a challenge.

She tilted her head, her lips curling in that same mischievous smile. “Or is it too much to let go?”

“No,” Ravi said, his voice thick with something unspoken,

A hunger that he couldn’t hide. “I’m still enjoying how it looks on you.”

Her smile deepened, and she stepped closer.

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Her bare feet barely making a sound on the floor. 


“Dangerous words,”

She whispered. “To say to a girl who’s ‘only’ wearing your shirt.”

Ravi closed the distance between them.

The air was thick with unspoken desire, with everything they hadn’t said but both knew.

He stood so close now, his chest rising and falling in shallow breaths,

His eyes darkened with the intensity of his need for her.

He looked at her, his shirt on her, the way it hung on her body,

The way it barely covered the soft curve of her hips,

The way it framed her bare legs in the most seductive way.

“You look incredible,” he breathed, his voice barely more than a growl.

He couldn’t help but let his gaze fall lower, to the delicate curve of her thighs,

The soft line of her legs exposed beneath the shirt. “Like something I’ll never forget.”

She blinked, and her breath caught, the look in her eyes growing darker, more intense.

“Then let’s make sure it’s worth remembering,” she whispered, her voice a command, a plea, a promise.

The weight of her gaze and her words wrapped around him like a chain,

Pulling him closer, tightening the knot between them.

In that moment, there was no going back.

They were both lost, lost in the heat of the moment, the intimacy of the shirt,

The feeling of her body so close to his, of everything in the world fading away but the two of them,

Tangled in a desire neither could deny.

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[shailu4ever]

And as they stood there, in the thick air, the pull between them undeniable


It was clear: neither of them would ever forget this moment.

Not the shirt.

Not the way it hung on her body.

Not the way she looked at him, with everything in her eyes.

And certainly not the feeling of her body, bare, exposed, and so achingly close to his.

Her voice broke the silence again.

“Where do you dry clothes here? I don’t want your shirt to get juice on it too.”

Ravi forced himself to look away,

But his eyes lingered for just a beat too long on the way the shirt fit her.

"There's a rod near the window," he gestured toward the balcony.

"You can hang your clothes there. Mine... is fine."

She raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile curving at her lips.

"Really? You trust me to treat your favorite Friday shirt like this?"

He shrugged, his smile softening. "Seems like it chose you."

She let out a soft laugh, looking down at herself as her fingers brushed the hem of the shirt.

"Maybe it did," she murmured, but her voice held something deeper now, 

Something rawer, more vulnerable than before.

For a moment, she stared at the floor, her thoughts drifting.

The air between them felt charged, heavy with something beyond just the playful banter.

More than flirtation. More than teasing.

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[shailu4ever]

She broke the silence again


Her voice soft, almost hesitant.

"You know, I wasn’t sure how this would feel," she said, turning toward him.

"Wearing something that belongs to a guy. I thought it’d be awkward. But..." she trailed off, stepping a little closer.

Her eyes softened, and her voice dropped, almost shy. "It’s strangely intimate. Like it holds something of you."

The words hit Ravi like a blow to the chest.

This wasn’t teasing anymore.

She wasn’t just playing around.

This was real, and it felt like something was shifting between them, something undeniable.

Sirisha moved toward the living area, carefully placing her wet clothes on the drying stand.

She moved with a quiet grace,

But there was something different in the way she held herself now, something open, vulnerable.

Her eyes met his, testing the air between them.

"Do you have a towel?" she asked, her voice light,

But the lingering intimacy in it was impossible to ignore.

She rubbed her damp hair with one hand,

Her gaze flicking up to meet his over the edge of the towel.

"Yeah..." Ravi breathed, his voice thick. "Yeah, wait here."

He rushed to grab the towel from his room,

The heat of the moment settling deeper in his chest with each step.

When he returned, she was sitting on the couch,

Legs tucked up under her, the shirt still clinging to her damp skin.

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[shailu4ever]

"Thanks," she said


Taking the towel with a soft smile.

Slowly, deliberately, she began to brush her hair back,

Each stroke making the neckline of his shirt fall just slightly off one shoulder.

A single drop of water traced the curve of her neck, slipping toward the fabric,

Creating a glistening path that only heightened the intimacy of the moment.

Ravi couldn’t look away.

He didn’t want to.

It wasn’t just the shirt, it was her.

The way she wore it, like it was meant for her.

Like she belonged in it, and he couldn’t imagine it any other way.

She noticed.

"What?" she asked, a teasing edge to her voice,

But it was a challenge now. "You’re watching me like I’m about to cast a spell."

He smiled, but this time, it wasn’t playful.

It was something deeper. "Maybe you already did."

Her cheeks flushed, a quiet laugh escaping her,

But her eyes stayed locked on his, steady and unflinching.

That look... it wasn’t just teasing anymore.

It was an invitation, a challenge. A promise.

"Do you want your shirt back now?" she asked,

A hint of mischief returning to her voice.

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"Not yet," he said quietly, taking a step closer.


His eyes trailed over her, lingering on the way the shirt hugged her curves.

"I’m still enjoying how it looks on you."

Her eyes gleamed. "Dangerous line to say to a girl who’s ‘only’ wearing your shirt."

He closed the space between them, standing directly in front of her now.

Their breaths mingled, the air thick with the tension between them. Neither of them moved away.

"Maybe," he said softly, his voice a low murmur. "But I’m already thinking of what comes next."

Her lips parted slightly, her breath catching, and for a second,

The world seemed to stop.

The space between them was so small, it felt like they could feel each other’s heartbeats.

He stepped back, not wanting to cross the line just yet, but he knew, he knew it was already too late.

"What are you thinking?" she whispered, her voice trembling, barely audible.

He met her gaze, his voice steady, but with that undercurrent of desire he couldn’t hide.

"That I didn’t expect this. You. Here. Wearing my shirt. Looking like... like a memory I’ll never want to forget."

For a moment, the words hung there, suspended in the air between them.

Sirisha didn’t say anything.

She lowered her lashes, her smile fading into something quieter, more sincere.

She looked at him, like she was seeing him for the first time, and in that moment,

It felt like they both saw everything—the truth, the desire, the pull.

"Then let’s make sure it’s worth remembering," she said,

Her voice soft, almost a vow.

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