Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

His lips brushed her ear, his voice husky and intimate.


“Sirisha, you don’t even know what you’ve unleashed.”

Her breath hitched, but there was no fear, only anticipation,

A wild hunger that matched his own.

She smiled softly, her lips parting in a silent invitation.

“I think I have a pretty good idea, but I like what I’ve seen so far, Bhayya… Tell me more.”

Her voice was a velvet whisper, full of heat, full of want.

Her eyes locked onto his, dark with desire, as she pressed closer to him, her body molding to his.

Ravi groaned softly, his hands sliding down her back,

Pulling her even closer, if that was even possible.

The heat between them was unbearable, each second stretching the tension higher, thicker,

Until neither of them could hold back any longer.

His lips brushed over hers again, slow and teasing,

Drawing out the moment even more, making it impossible to breathe without wanting more.

Each kiss, each touch was a silent confession, an unraveling of everything they’d been holding back.

They had crossed the line now.

There was no turning back.

The world outside ceased to exist, their bodies pressed together,

Their movements slow, deliberate,

And full of the weight of what was about to unfold.

The tension in the air was suffocating,

A constant pull that brought them closer and closer,

Until the only thing that mattered was the deepening,

Electrifying kiss and the promise of what they both craved.

-- oOo --

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[shailu4ever]

The air between them was thick with unsaid words


Every glance, every touch charged with an electric pull.

Ravi’s lips lingered on hers for a moment longer before he pulled back, just enough to breathe.

He didn’t move too far, his forehead still resting against hers, and in that space, their breaths mingled, quick and shallow.

He could feel the heat of her body against his, her chest rising and falling in rhythm with his own.

It was like they were suspended in time, the world around them blurring into nothing.

And then, as if he couldn’t help himself, his hands slid down, slowly, almost hesitantly, until they rested at her waist.

The feel of her skin beneath his fingers sent a pulse of warmth through him.

He brushed the side of her body with just the tips of his fingers at first, the sensation light, almost teasing.

She stiffened slightly under the touch, but only for a moment, as if her body had been waiting for this contact, this intimacy.

His fingers lingered there, just at the edge of her waist, tracing the curve of her body with a softness that made her heart race.

It was slow, deliberate, each movement measured. He wasn’t rushing, never rushing.

He wanted to take his time with this, with her.

"Do you feel that, Sirisha?" Ravi’s voice was a low murmur, as though he couldn’t help but savor the moment.

Her breath caught as his thumb gently traced the smoothness of her side, moving in slow circles, making her shiver.

She bit her lip, trying to hold back the rush of sensations that bloomed where his touch met her skin.

It was almost too much, the heat, the closeness, the way his hand seemed to consume her,

Filling the space between them with something dangerously intimate.

“Mm… I feel everything, Bhayya,” she whispered, her voice breaking as she held her breath,

Her body responding involuntarily to his touch.

“Everything you do to me…” She let the words trail off, her lips parting slightly as she waited for his next move.

Ravi couldn’t tear his eyes away from Sirisha.

The soft glow of the afternoon light played over her skin,

Making her seem even more alive, like the world had melted away to just this, the two of them, breathing in time, hearts racing in unison.

He had never realized how much he’d craved this, how much he longed to simply be close to her, to touch her, to explore her.

His fingers rested gently at her waist, where her skin was soft and warm beneath his touch.

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[shailu4ever]

The sensation was almost overwhelming


The way she leaned into him, the way her breath hitched each time he touched her.

He could feel her pulse beneath the surface, quick and eager, and it only made his own heart race faster.

Slowly, his fingers traced the curve of her waist, letting the touch be light, almost teasing at first, before his hand slid lower, just beneath the waistband of her shorts.

“This is how I touched Neetu Bhabhi,” Ravi whispered, his voice rough. “Slowly. Carefully. Just like this.”

Sirisha’s breath caught at the sudden shift in pressure, and Ravi felt the small tremor in her body.

He didn’t move further right away. He didn’t need to.

Every moment was a choice, and he wanted to savor this, every sensation, every breath, every tiny change in the way she responded to him.

“You make it sound like you’ve done this before,” Sirisha whispered, her voice thick with intrigue,

As she tilted her head back slightly, eyes fluttering closed.

The anticipation in the air was thick, like a storm brewing, and yet neither of them was rushing.

There was no need to. He wanted to take this moment, this intimacy, as slowly as possible.

He wanted to know every inch of her body, the way it reacted to his touch,

The way her breath quickened when he moved closer, the subtle shifts in her posture that told him everything he needed to know.

His gaze drifted from her face, flushed with desire, down to the soft curve of her waist.

His thumb traced small, deliberate circles just above her hip, and he saw her shiver at the sensation.

“You’re responding just like she did,” he murmured, his breath warm against her skin.

“Each movement... each touch... it’s the same.”

She’s waiting, he thought.

Waiting for me to take her further.

And he would, but only when it felt right, only when she was ready.

Ravi’s lips parted, a breath slipping through them before he took a slow, deliberate step closer,

Leaning into her, his body pressing against hers just enough to feel the warmth of her skin.

His hands slid up her sides, taking in the soft curve of her ribs before they moved toward her stomach.

He could feel her muscles tense as he approached that sensitive area,

But it was more than just her body responding to him, there was something else in the way she held herself,

Something inviting about the way she moved with him, as if her whole being was opening up to him.

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[shailu4ever]

“Is this what you wanted, Sirisha?” His voice was hushed, almost reverent.


“Do you want me to keep going, to show you more of what I did to Bhabhi?”

She nodded, her fingers sliding into his hair, tugging him closer.

“Yes Bhayya… I want you to show me everything… you did to Neetu Bhabhi,” she whispered,

her voice a breathless promise. “Everything… you wanted to do to her also… I want to know all of it.”

That was all the encouragement he needed.

Slowly, Ravi sank to his knees in front of her, never breaking their gaze.

There was something undeniably intimate about the gesture,

Something that felt right as he positioned himself at her feet.

His hands rested lightly on her thighs, the heat of her skin burning through the fabric of her shorts.

The air seemed to thicken around them, and Ravi couldn’t shake the feeling that the world outside of this moment had ceased to exist.

It was just the two of them, and everything felt so vivid, so electric.

“Do you feel this, Sirisha?” he asked softly, his breath warm as he let his lips graze the soft curve of her belly.

“This... this is what I did to Neetu Bhabhi. Every touch, every kiss... it was all slow, all consuming. Just like this.”

He was fully aware of every small movement, every little sound she made, the way her body trembled beneath his touch.

He leaned forward, his breath warm against her skin as his lips met the soft curve of her belly.

The kiss was slow, tender, almost reverent, and it made her gasp, a sharp intake of breath that sent a jolt of heat straight to his core.

"That was how I kissed her," he whispered against her soft skin of her navel,

“each kiss... soft, lingering. Just like that."

Ravi’s lips moved lower, just beneath her navel, pressing a series of soft kisses that made her pulse quicken.

Each kiss felt like an imprint, like a marking of something sacred, something he didn’t want to rush.

His hands slid up her legs, taking in the soft, supple skin beneath his fingertips,

Moving higher, inching closer to the soft curve of her waist.

“Do you want me to keep going, Sirisha?” Ravi asked, his voice low with a mixture of urgency and reverence.

“This is exactly how I touched Bhabhi, but I’m taking my time with you... I’ll take it slow...”

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[shailu4ever]

The soft flutter of her breath against him, the way she shifted ever so slightly


Letting him know that she wanted him closer, made him ache with a hunger he didn’t even know he had.

He could feel the tension in her, the way her body seemed to pull him in, like a magnet, urging him to explore every inch of her.

“Keep going,” she breathed, her voice a low hum of need.

Ravi’s lips returned to her navel, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss that lingered longer than before, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath him.

She shivered again, and he could tell that the sensation was just as electric for her as it was for him.

His breath warm against the sensitive skin.

His hands slipped further, gently cupping her waist, as if he were drawing her closer, grounding himself in her.

“It’s... it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before.” she whispered, her voice trembling, both eager and overwhelmed by the intensity.

His hands moved around her waist, pulling her closer as he continued to press soft, lingering kisses against her belly.

She tasted like warmth, like the promise of something deeper, and it drove him wild.

His mouth trailed lower still, just beneath the waistband of her shorts, brushing against the sensitive skin of her hips.

Every inch of her body seemed to ignite under his touch, like he was awakening something deep within her.

With that encouragement, Ravi moved further, his lips returning to her navel as he kissed his way down her belly.

Each kiss was slower, deeper, more deliberate than the last.

He let his mouth linger, savoring the softness of her skin, the delicate curve of her body, the way she responded to him with every kiss.

He was exploring her in a way that was both sensual and intimate, each touch more powerful than the last.

“Just like this, Sirisha...” he murmured, his lips tracing a path down her stomach. “Every moment, every touch, every inch... just like this with Bhabhi. But you... you’re different. This moment is ours.”

Her body seemed to respond to him instinctively, her hips lifting just slightly, her hands pressing him closer.

And he felt the shift, the way the air between them became thick with anticipation, the way the heat between them built with every passing second.

When his lips reached the curve of her hip, just above the waistband of her shorts, he paused, his breath shallow, eyes meeting hers.

“Do you want this?” he asked softly, his voice filled with the depth of the moment.

He didn’t need an answer, not really, but the question hung in the air between them, marking the shift, the slow, deliberate moment where they could either draw closer or hold back.

She met his gaze, her eyes dark with longing, her lips parting just enough for him to hear the soft hitch in her breath. “Yes,” she whispered, the word almost a plea.

Ravi smiled then, a slow, deliberate grin that told her everything she needed to know.

Without a word, he leaned in and pressed another kiss to the soft skin of her belly, feeling the heat of her body rise with every moment, every touch.

He was taking his time, letting the connection between them grow, exploring her in a way that felt like they were writing their own story with each movement.

-- oOo --

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[shailu4ever]

Ravi knelt before her


His gaze unwavering, locked on Sirisha’s face, as if waiting for permission.

Her breath was shallow, eyes half-lidded, full of anticipation,

But there was a flicker of hesitation in them.

She wasn’t sure if she was ready, could she be ready?

But every part of her was betraying her.

Every delicate shiver, every part of her body leaning toward him, screamed that she wanted this, even if her mind struggled to admit it.

The silence between them was thick, their bodies speaking louder than words,

Yet Sirisha’s heart raced with a nervous excitement, her skin burning where Ravi’s gaze lingered.

His fingers brushed her thighs, just a whisper of a touch, but it was enough to make her freeze,

A sharp breath catching in her throat.

Her body stiffened, her muscles tense with the instinct to pull away, yet she didn’t.

She couldn’t.

Instead, her hands moved slightly, covering her thighs instinctively, like a shield.

She wasn’t sure if she was protecting herself or… inviting him in.

Her breath hitched as her fingers curled around the fabric of her shorts,

A futile attempt to shield herself from the vulnerability of the moment.

Ravi saw it, the way she guarded herself, how her eyes flitted down to her hands,

The soft pressure of her palms against her legs.

It made him feel more aroused, He didn’t push. Not yet.

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[shailu4ever]

“You want me to show you what I did to Neetu Bhabhi, right?  If you cover yourself like this how can I show you…” His voice convincing her.  


He slowly moved her hands…  His gaze never leaving hers, reading the silent signals in her every movement.

She leaned back against the couch, her body betraying her shyness even as she shifted subtly,

A quiet surrender she couldn’t hide.

Her heart hammered in her chest, but her body wanted him,

Wanted to be closer, wanted to feel him against her

But she wasn’t sure how far she could let go.

She still felt so exposed.

Without breaking eye contact, Ravi leaned in, his breath warm against her skin,

And Sirisha’s chest tightened, her throat dry.

She swallowed, the soft flutter of unease spreading through her,

But even as her mind screamed “wait”, her body was already giving in.

When his lips brushed her inner thigh, a shiver ran through her,

So soft and light that it almost felt like a dream.

Her body reacted immediately, but her hands, still resting over her thighs, tightened instinctively,

As though trying to push him away, even though every part of her wanted him closer.

Her breath caught in her throat, and her fingers curled tighter around the fabric,

The sensation of wanting him and not knowing how to handle it leaving her almost dizzy with confusion.

Ravi paused, waiting for her to release the barrier she’d set,

But Sirisha only shifted slightly, her legs trembling, not daring to open further.

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[shailu4ever]

It wasn’t resistance exactly, more like hesitation



Her shy nature holding her back despite the deep yearning pooling inside her.

Slowly, Ravi trailed more kisses down her leg, lingering at each inch, moving with the rhythm of her breath.

Her body leaned into him, he slowly opened her thighs slightly apart,

But she kept her hands firmly in place, pressing against herself as though to deny the pull of the intimacy that was unfolding.

He reached higher, beneath the hem of her shorts, and she instinctively flinched,

Her hand moving to cover more of her legs,

Like a shy girl caught in the act of wanting something forbidden.

A quiet gasp escaped her lips, but there was no way to stop the way her body was reacting, softening, aching, begging for more.

Ravi’s pulse quickened, but he didn’t push.

He kissed her inner thigh again, slowly, deliberately,

And she gasped, her body jerking slightly, her hand still holding the modest barrier she’d created.

Her legs quivered beneath his touch, but she couldn’t bring herself to move her hand away, not yet.

Her eyes closed for a moment, a quiet moment of resistance flickering behind the delicate veil of her shyness.

Her breath was uneven, her chest rising and falling with each gasp, each tremor running through her body.

Ravi’s lips returned to her skin with more pressure, his kisses becoming a little bolder,

But still gentle, always aware of the walls she was building around herself.

"Do you feel that, Sirisha?" he murmured softly, his voice like a caress against her skin.

"Do you feel how much you need this?"

The words seemed to pierce the quiet tension, and Sirisha’s hands moved to grip his shoulders,

Almost as if she needed him to anchor her. "Yes," she whispered,

Her voice shaking with desire and hesitation, "But… I feel so shy… I don’t know…"

The admission hung in the air, so fragile, so vulnerable, and it made Ravi’s heart race even more.

He kissed higher, brushing just beneath the hem of her shorts,

And this time, Sirisha couldn’t help but shift closer,

The shyness fading just a little as her body responded to his touch.

Her legs parted, just slightly—just enough for him to taste the warmth of her skin.

She couldn’t help herself, even if she was still unsure, still afraid of giving too much.

Ravi’s lips moved slowly, tracing the curve of her inner thigh, and Sirisha’s breath hitched again.

She wanted to hide, wanted to pull away, but the feelings inside her were too strong.

Her legs shifted toward him involuntarily, betraying her quiet protest, her body speaking in ways her words couldn’t.

He marveled at how soft, how delicate she felt beneath him.

Her shyness, her hesitation, only made everything feel more intense, more precious.

He wanted to go slower, to savor every moment,

But the way she trembled, the way her hands tightened on his shoulders, showed him that she was getting closer to the edge of her resistance.

Every kiss, every slow, lingering touch was a treasure.

And Ravi wasn’t about to rush it, not when she was so close to letting go.

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[shailu4ever]

The Edge of Surrender


Ravi could feel the heat of Sirisha’s body intensifying with every kiss, every touch, each movement drawing them closer in an unspoken rhythm.

The air between them hung heavy with desire, thick and palpable, yet the tension lingered,

An invisible force pulling them together, yet neither fully surrendering.

Sirisha’s breath came in shallow gasps, quick and uneven, her body arching ever so slightly as his lips trailed along the sensitive curve of her legs and thighs.

The tightness in her muscles, the way she quivered beneath him, spoke volumes, her excitement undeniable, but there was something more.

Something softer.

A hesitation, a fragile uncertainty that wrapped itself around her desire.

Her body trembled, betraying her shyness, her vulnerability.

“You’re driving me crazy,” Ravi whispered, his voice a low, urgent murmur against her skin. “Every part of you… it’s all so perfect.”

Her hands moved to his chest, fingers fluttering for a moment before they tightened against him. "I... I'm not sure if I can... "

Ravi silenced her with a soft kiss, pressing his lips against hers, tasting her sweetness.

"You don't need to be sure. Just trust me," he murmured, his voice thick with need. "I’ll take care of everything."

But Ravi wasn’t finished yet.

He could feel the pulse of their need, growing with every fleeting moment, every stolen breath.

The desire between them was raw, consuming, and he wanted more.

He needed to show her the depth of his attention, in ways that would unravel her, make her burn with longing.

He wanted to prepare her for The Threesome Rasmalai Party, to take her to places where she wouldn’t feel shy, but would crave surrender in front of Neetu Bhabhi.

The thought alone made his body hum with anticipation.

Leaning down again, he kissed the soft, trembling curve of her skin, his lips lingering just a breath away from her warmth. Her body arched beneath him as he kissed her again, deeper this time, more urgent.

“You feel so good,” he whispered between kisses,

His fingers tracing the line of her jaw.

“I want to explore every part of you...”

“Po... Bhayya... you are so shameless...” She covered her face with her both hands.

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[shailu4ever]

His lips trailed slowly back to her waist,


Each kiss a whisper against her skin, brushing against the soft curve of her midriff, feeling the warmth of her body just beneath the fabric of her crop top. The touch of his lips was slow, deliberate, and it made her shiver. He could feel the quiver in her body, the way she shifted beneath him as if silently urging him to continue, but at the same time, there was a hesitation—an invisible barrier that kept her from fully letting go.


Her hands gripped his arms tighter, nails pressing into his skin, but her body remained tense, betraying the uncertainty that swirled inside her. She was unsure, torn between desire and the shyness that had been lingering beneath the surface, a shyness that made every touch feel even more intimate.

Ravi’s lips curled into a soft smile against her skin, the taste of her warmth on his lips making him ache for more. This was the moment he had been waiting for.

This was where he could make her feel more vulnerable, more desired than she had ever felt before.

“Sirisha…” he murmured softly, his lips grazing her skin as he moved upward, inch by inch. “Are you ready for this? Do you want me to show you what else I did to Neetu Bhabhi?”

She barely nodded, her breath shaky, her chest rising and falling with a soft, uneven rhythm. “Mmmm, I don’t know…” Her voice was barely audible, trembling with the weight of her words. “I want you to do to me what you did to Neetu Bhabhi and… also what you wanted to do to her…”

Her words sent a rush of heat through him, but there was still something in her voice—an uncertainty, a vulnerability that softened her confession. “But… I feel shy when you do all this, Bhayya…” Her whisper was almost lost in the air, the words delicate and hesitant, as though she were still unsure of how much she could truly give him.

Ravi pulled back just slightly, enough to look at her face. His gaze darkened, filled with hunger and longing. 

Her eyes were half-closed, pupils dilated, her lips parted as if she were holding her breath, waiting for him to make the next move. 

She was beautiful in her vulnerability, every part of her body reacting to his touch, soft, yielding, yet hesitant.

Her body was a perfect canvas for him, every line, every curve, a subtle invitation to explore, but her hesitation was clear in the way her chest rose and fell, in the way her hands clenched into tight fists before slowly releasing them. 

Her shyness was evident, but so was her desire.

Ravi could feel it in the way her body responded, even though her heart was still unsure. 

He leaned down, his lips brushing over her jawline, then down to her neck, his voice low, dark with desire.

“I want to take care of you, Sirisha,” he whispered against her skin. “Let me show you how much I want you.”

She exhaled a shaky breath, her hands moving up to rest on his shoulders, her fingers trembling against his skin. “Please…” she breathed, the word thick with longing but laced with that same shyness that clung to her. “I want you, Bhayya… but I’m not sure… I don’t know if I can…”

Ravi's eyes locked onto hers again, watching her every movement, the subtle tension in her body that made her all the more irresistible. 

"You don’t need to know everything right now," he said softly, his thumb tracing the edge of her jaw, feeling the way her skin fluttered under his touch. 

"Just feel what’s happening between us. Let go, and I’ll show you what it means to be wanted."

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[Hotyyhard]

omg Sirisha is totally involved no going back from now on ;)

[shailu4ever]

omg Sirisha is totally involved no going back from now on ;)

Hi Hotyyhard

Thank you so much for the feedback! I’m really glad you’re enjoying Sirisha’s journey so far. 

Things are definitely about to get even more intense!

I appreciate you taking the time to share your thoughts, your support means a lot!

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

Ravi’s hands moved to the hem of her crop top, his fingers grazing the fabric, slowly sliding beneath it.


He felt the soft texture of the material, its coolness giving way to the heat of her skin as he inched it upward.

Every movement was deliberate, gentle, yet charged with a growing urgency.

His fingertips brushed against her smooth skin, the sensation of her body beneath his touch sending a wave of heat through him. 

He could feel her chest rise and fall more rapidly as the fabric stretched, revealing inch after inch of her softness.

Her breath hitched, a small gasp escaping her lips as her body tightened in response, every muscle tensing.

But there was more. A subtle hesitation, a quiet nervousness that lingered in the air between them, a vulnerability that made her all the more alluring. 

It was as though she wasn’t quite sure how much of herself she was ready to reveal just yet.

As Ravi’s fingers gripped the edge of her crop top, his movements slow and measured, Sirisha’s hand instinctively reached out, her fingers trembling as they gently rested on his wrist.

The touch wasn’t a stop, but a grounding gesture, her way of holding him close, yet still unsure. The tension in her fingers spoke volumes, her uncertainty evident in the way her hand lightly trembled against his skin.

Her gaze flickered to his eyes, her expression a mix of desire and vulnerability.

She bit her lower lip, a gesture that spoke of both shyness and longing, as though she were caught in a struggle between what she wanted and what she feared. 

The shyness was so evident in her actions, in the way she hesitated, that it nearly stopped his heart.

Ravi smiled softly, his thumb gently stroking over the back of her hand where it rested on his wrist.

The motion was tender, but it carried an unspoken promise. “Sirisha…” he murmured, his voice low and filled with longing, his eyes locked onto hers. “Are you sure? We can go as slow as you need. But you have to trust me…”

He didn’t push her. He let the moment linger, the silence between them thick with anticipation.

Ravi could feel her uncertainty, but he also felt the warmth of her desire, the way her body responded, even when her mind hesitated.

She looked down, her breath shallow, the rise and fall of her chest almost as if she were struggling to hold herself together. Her voice came out in a whisper, soft but full of longing. “Please…” Her words trembled on her lips. “I’m just… not sure… yet…”

Her voice was barely audible, a quiet plea, yet it was full of vulnerability.

She wanted him, he could feel it, but there was still something inside her holding back, a fear, a shyness that kept her from fully surrendering.

The uncertainty was clear, yet there was an unspoken need for reassurance, a silent plea for him to coax her into letting go, into allowing herself to be fully vulnerable. 

Her hands were still gently gripping his wrist, grounding them both in this shared moment of longing, yet also holding onto a piece of herself, unsure how much to reveal.

Ravi’s fingers traced the back of her hand, feeling the tremble in her touch.

He leaned closer, his lips grazing her ear, his voice a whisper of temptation.

“You don’t have to decide everything now, Sirisha,” he murmured, his breath warm against her skin. 

“Just let me show you how good it can feel to trust me.”

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[shailu4ever]

Ravi smiled softly, his lips brushing the top of her hand, the kiss gentle but full of promise.


“I won’t rush you,” he whispered, his voice low, like velvet against her skin. “Take your time, I’m here with you.”

Sirisha’s hand slowly slid from his wrist, her fingers trembling slightly as they brushed against his skin. 

She nodded, her eyes glistening with a mixture of anticipation and shy vulnerability.

The look in her eyes was both a plea and a surrender, as if she wanted this but was still unsure how far she was ready to go.


Ravi’s heart raced as he gently slid the crop top upward again, this time with her body’s quiet permission. 

She didn’t stop him, but he could feel the way her body tensed with each movement. 

Sirisha’s breath hitched, a soft, shaky sound escaping her lips as the fabric slid over her smooth skin. Her body tightened, as though each inch revealed was a delicate unveiling of something precious and deeply personal.

She didn’t look at him. Instead, her gaze was fixed on his hands, her eyes tracing the slow, deliberate movement of his fingers as he pulled away the layers. 

Each inch revealed more of her, but it was as if she were still unsure, still testing how much of herself she was ready to share.

“I’ve seen Bhabhi… completely,” Ravi whispered, his voice thick with desire, low and full of promise. “Let me see you, Sirisha.”

His words lingered between them, like a soft caress. 

He continued to pull the fabric upward, inch by inch, his fingertips brushing against the soft curve of her waist. 

The touch was tender, reverent, but it held an undeniable heat, a building pressure that made her breath catch in her chest.

With every inch, he could sense her body tighten, her muscles clenching, holding herself back as if unsure of what would come next. But there was a soft surrender, too, a yielding in the way her body moved with his hands, even as her chest rose and fell more rapidly.

“I won’t rush, Sirisha,” he murmured again, his voice soft but insistent. “This moment is yours as much as it is mine. We’ll go as slow as you need.”

She closed her eyes for a brief second, her chest trembling with each breath, the hesitation still clear in the way her body reacted. But her soft exhale told him all he needed to know.

“Can I see you, Sirisha?” he asked again, his voice a whisper, barely audible, as he pulled the fabric higher. “Just like I saw Neetu Bhabhi?”

“I don’t know, Bhayya…” Sirisha whispered, her voice a breathless tremble, full of need but layered with shyness. “Maybe… But I feel shy…”

Her words were soft, almost lost in the air between them.

She was giving him permission, but it was still wrapped in uncertainty, a quiet hesitation that lingered in her tone. 

There was a palpable vulnerability in the way she spoke, as if she were unsure how much of herself she could give him.

The words left her lips, but they felt like an invitation to explore the depths of her shyness and her desire, both parts of her fighting for control. She bit her lip, the tension in her body betraying her inner conflict.

Ravi smiled softly, the heat between them growing, his hands gentle but firm as he lifted the crop top higher.

Slowly, carefully, he exposed the top of her bra, the lace peeking from beneath the fabric like an intimate secret. The delicate softness of it took his breath away, and his heart raced as he saw the outline of her bra, the way it clung to her curves so perfectly, emphasizing the soft swell of her breasts beneath it.

His breath caught in his throat. 

The sight of her, even partially exposed, felt like a slow unraveling of something beautiful, something delicate that only he could touch.

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[shailu4ever]

He let his fingers linger just above the fabric of her bra,


The tips of his fingers brushing softly against her skin, feeling the warmth that radiated from her. The touch was soft, almost reverent, yet it sent an electric jolt through his body. Each brush of his fingers against her skin felt like a spark, igniting something deep inside him.



His hand stayed there, savoring the silky texture of her skin, the way her body seemed to hum with a quiet, trembling excitement. He could feel her shiver beneath his touch, her pulse quickening, and the intimacy of the moment only made his desire for her burn hotter, brighter.

“Every inch of you drives me wild,” Ravi murmured, his voice low and thick with longing. 

His lips brushed against the newly exposed skin just beneath her bra, his breath warm on her soft skin.

He kissed the curve of her ribs, the delicate soft flesh that made her body tremble with each touch. Then, moving slowly, he let the tip of his tongue trace the edges of her bra, the lace soft against his lips. 

The sensation sent a jolt of electricity through Sirisha’s body, making her gasp, her breath hitching in her chest.

She let out a small, breathless sound, her hands gripping his arms tighter, pulling him closer, as though trying to keep him with her in this moment. Her body was taut, yet every small movement she made urged him on.

“You make me feel so wanted…” she whispered, her voice barely audible, but filled with a soft plea. It was a vulnerable confession, her shyness evident in the way she clung to him, yet her words betrayed something deeper—an undeniable yearning, a hunger that mirrored his own.

Her need was raw, unfiltered, but so was her nervousness, the vulnerability she carried like a cloak. It was clear in the way her body remained stiff, unsure, as though she couldn’t fully surrender, couldn’t fully let go of that last fragile thread of hesitation.

Ravi kissed her again, this time right between the cups of her bra, just over the exposed skin, the soft valley between her breasts.

His breath heated the delicate skin, making her body quiver beneath him. His lips brushed against the lace of her bra, teasing, light, lingering, as he explored the sensitive areas just beneath it.

Every kiss seemed to send shockwaves through Sirisha’s body, her skin heating beneath his lips. He could feel her heart racing, the soft rhythm of it pulsing against his chest as his lips moved slowly over her body. His desire grew with every small sound she made, every subtle movement in her body that responded to him.

Her body, soft and responsive, was a perfect blend of innocence and desire. The curves of her breasts pressed against him, so inviting, so perfectly shaped beneath the fabric. His lips were gentle at first, teasing the delicate skin of her chest, allowing the anticipation to build between them.

But his hands moved now, slow and deliberate, brushing lightly along the lace of her bra. 

His fingers traced the edges, feeling the way her body reacted, the way her chest rose and fell, the tremors in her muscles, the heat of her skin under his touch.

With every delicate caress, he felt her surrendering little by little, even as her shyness held her back. He could feel how her body burned beneath his touch, how she wanted him to explore more, but still held back just enough to keep the tension alive.

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Her breath hitched again, a soft, trembling gasp that reverberated through her body, 

And Ravi could feel the heat radiating from her, how badly she wanted him to touch her fully.

But there was still that hesitation, that lingering shyness in the way her fingers gripped the fabric of his shirt. The pressure was subtle, but it was there—a delicate balance between wanting more and holding back, as if she were unsure whether she was ready for everything, unsure if she could give him all of herself just yet.

The tension between them crackled with every breath they took.

Ravi's fingers skated over the delicate lace of her bra, his touch feather-light, teasing. His thumb brushed against the soft fullness of her breast, and a small shiver passed through Sirisha’s body. He pressed lightly, just enough to test the firmness, his fingertips tracing the roundness beneath the lace, feeling how perfectly she fit in his hands.

His mind swirled with the softness of her skin, the heat of her body beneath his touch. She was everything he had imagined, and more. The way she responded to him, her body humming with quiet desire, only intensified his craving for her.

“You have wonderful breasts, Sirisha,” he said softly, his voice barely a whisper, like a secret shared only between them. “Firm and large… what is the size?”

His words were low, filled with admiration, but there was an edge of hunger, too. He couldn’t help himself; he wanted to savor every inch of her, every curve.

“Guess, Bhayya,” she replied, her voice heavy with desire, the playful hint in her tone barely masking the underlying vulnerability.

But the way she said it—the slight quiver in her voice—betrayed her shyness. Even as she gave him permission, even as she invited him in, there was a hesitation, a quiet uncertainty in how much she was truly ready to give.

It was a delicate dance, her body wanting him, but her mind still holding something back.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Ravi let his hand slide beneath the fabric of her bra. 

His fingers were gentle, deliberate, as they cupped the soft swell of her breast, the sensation of her warmth against his palm making his pulse quicken.

He took a deep breath, letting the feeling of her softness settle against him. 

Her skin was so smooth, so warm, so perfect in his hands. His heart raced, his breath hitching in his throat as he gently squeezed, feeling the tender yet firm weight of her breast.

The intimacy of it was overwhelming. 

The softness beneath his fingers, the way she responded to him, gave him a sense of possession, but not in a way that made her feel controlled. It was a delicate surrender a mutual giving.

He could hear her breath hitch, a tiny sound of vulnerability as she allowed him to touch her. It was as if she were giving him more of herself with every passing second, each inch a soft unveiling, each moment a step further into surrender.

But there was still that quiet hesitation, that lingering shyness in the way she allowed him to touch her. Her body was receptive, but her mind—her heart—still held back just enough, unsure of how much she could fully give.

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His hand didn’t rush. He was savoring this.

He let his palm move in slow circles, pressing just enough to feel her warmth,

To feel how her body responded to his every touch.

Her breath grew quicker, sharper with every movement of his hand, and it drove him wild.

She was so soft in his hands, so delicate, but there was an undeniable strength in the way she held him close, in the way she wanted him to keep going.

Her chest rose quickly, and she gasped softly as his thumb brushed over the edge of her nipple.

The sensation was electric, sending a pulse of need straight to his core.

He could feel the way she responded to him, how her body tightened, how she yearned for more.

Every inch of her was reacting, and he could feel the weight of her desire pressing against him.


Ravi’s breath was shallow now, his heart pounding in his chest. His fingers caressed the curve of her breast more firmly, his thumb circling the hardened tip, and he watched her face twist with pleasure. “I want to feel all of you,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with need.

Her hands tightened on his shoulders, pulling him closer. “Please, Bhayya…” she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of need and uncertainty. “I want you… more…”

The words hung in the air, thick with anticipation. Ravi’s hand lingered on her breast for just a moment longer, savoring the feeling of her beneath his touch, before he kissed her gently again. This time, his lips moved slowly from her neck to her jawline, then to her lips, pressing against them in a soft, teasing kiss. Her body melted against him, and for a moment, everything around them seemed to disappear, leaving only the feeling of their lips, their skin, the heat between them.

“I’m not going to stop,” Ravi whispered softly between kisses, “I want all of you.”

He pulled back just enough to look at her innocent face, his thumb brushing gently against the curve of her breast, over the lace of her bra. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice low, filled with a tenderness that contrasted the hunger he felt.

She nodded, her hands sliding up his chest, resting against the hard muscles of his shoulders. “Yes,” she breathed, her voice breathless but sure. “I’m ready.”


And that was all he needed to hear.

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[readersp]

Going good Shailu ji!!! Few sentences in the middle got repeated. just a small observation

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Going good Shailu ji!!!  Few sentences in the middle got repeated. just a small observation

Hi readersp

Sorry for the mess. I was trying to send some update. My husband is back and I am not getting time to write.

So I could not keep this site open and write as before. I am writing in a note app and trying to copy paste when I am getting time.

I see the issue, I fixed it for now. I will try to avoid such issues going forward.

Thank you for pointing out.

Really appreciate your help.

Once again sorry for the mess up

Best regards

--Shailu

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Ravi could feel his heart thundering in his chest


Each beat a reminder of the overwhelming desire he was struggling to control.

The atmosphere between them was electric, thick with tension and anticipation.

He could see the way Sirisha’s body responded to his every touch, the way her breath quickened and her eyes fluttered closed as his hands gently roamed over her skin.

Each stroke left a lingering warmth, an unspoken promise.

But Ravi wasn’t in a hurry. Not now.

Not when everything between them was building so perfectly.

Each inch of her skin was a secret he was slowly unraveling, and he wanted to savor every single one.

This was about more than just the physical, it was about connection.

It was about feeling each moment, each movement, as if it were their last.

He leaned in, his lips grazing the delicate curve of her collarbone just above her bra.

The kiss was light but purposeful, as though he were savoring the moment itself.

He let his lips linger there for a second, just enough to make her shiver beneath him, before trailing downward, planting soft kisses just above the edge of her bra.

His mouth moved with intention, each kiss measured and slow, heavy with anticipation.

Sirisha’s breath hitched, her chest rising and falling more rapidly now.

She was aware of every touch, every movement he made, the heat building between them impossible to ignore.

Yet, Ravi took his time, letting the tension stretch out between them like a taut wire.

They were drawn closer with every kiss, but he was determined not to snap that tension too soon.

“Bhayya...” she whispered, her voice thick with longing, “I can’t stand how slow you’re going. Please…”

Her words ignited something deep within him, but he stayed steady.

He pulled back slightly, meeting her gaze.

He needed to see her, to know she was still with him, that her body still wanted him the way his wanted her.

Her eyes were half-closed, her lips slightly parted as though she were holding her breath.

A soft flush spread across her cheeks, her pulse quickening under his gaze.

She was ready.

He could feel it in the air between them, the unspoken yearning, the trust.

She wanted this, wanted him, just as much as he wanted her.

But there was something shy in the way she held his gaze, like she was giving herself up to him, but unsure, just a little hesitant.

It made him want her even more.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” Ravi murmured, his voice low, almost raw.

His fingers gently traced the edge of her bra strap, feeling the softness of the fabric against his fingertips.

He kissed the warm, fragrant skin of her neck, his lips moving with tenderness.

As he kissed her, he slowly moved his hands to her back, unhooking the strap of her bra with the same careful, deliberate motion.

The soft click of the clasp seemed almost too loud in the stillness of the room,

A sound that felt like an invitation.

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