Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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“Ready?” he asked, his voice rough and hoarse, thick with need. “I love you so much.” The words were a direct current through her chest, leaving her torn between instinctive hesitation and a reckless desire to step closer, to touch, to become part of the intensity unfolding.
 
Neetu’s hands found her then, soft but insistent, guiding and anchoring her trembling form. She wrapped Sirisha in a protective, intimate embrace that somehow felt simultaneously safe and electrifying.
 
"Come with us, beta," Neetu whispered, her voice a low hum vibrating in Sirisha’s chest. "You don’t have to be afraid. We’ll take care of you. It is the most wonderful feeling in the world."
 
A shiver of anticipation ran through Sirisha, her chest tightening with a mixture of awe, fear, and longing. Her body responded before her mind could fully catch up.
 
She stepped closer, drawn by Neetu’s warmth, the electric promise in Ravi’s gaze, and the irresistible pull of their connection.
 
Her hand found Neetu’s, trembling slightly but firming as she felt the weight of the moment, the gravity of what she was stepping into.
 
With a slow, deliberate motion, Ravi pressed his thick, hard cock into Neetu’s wet pussy, eliciting simultaneous gasps of pleasure from both of them.
 
Sirisha’s eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat at the sight, the tight, welcoming warmth of Neetu’s body enveloping him, the way their skin glistened in the room’s muted light.
 
Her heart pounded in her chest as the erotic tableau before her unfolded, and she felt a deep, intoxicating pull stirring in her own body, a heat that was impossible to ignore.
 
Ravi’s cock penetrated Neetu fully, filling her completely, the slick friction making her hips arch instinctively.
 
Sirisha’s gaze was fixed, unable to look away, and when Ravi’s hand moved to her own chest, gently cupping and massaging her breasts while continuing to thrust, the world seemed to tilt.
 
Every nerve in her body lit on fire, her virgin mind struggling to comprehend the raw intimacy, the dizzying eroticism of the moment.
 
And as the three of them moved together, the rhythm of their bodies, the intertwined moans and gasps, Sirisha felt the barriers of her previous innocence dissolve, replaced by a new, overwhelming awareness of desire and pleasure.

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[shailu4ever]

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The air itself seemed to hum with electricity, each brush of skin, each press of palm, each sigh and shiver amplifying the tension that coiled tight inside her.
 
She had never felt so alive, so dangerously drawn into the fire of something she barely understood, and yet, she couldn’t pull away.
 
Ravi’s voice, low and urgent, beckoned her closer again. "Come," he murmured, offering his hand, "let us be together." Sirisha’s breath hitched as she reached for him, her body responding instinctively, pulled forward by a mixture of fear, trust, and unquenchable curiosity.
 
His hand moved to her breast, taking her nipple into his mouth with a slow, deliberate suction, while his thrusts into Neetu deepened, sending both women into trembling ecstasy.
 
Neetu, feeling the added closeness of Sirisha’s presence, reached back to press her hand against the younger girl’s butt, guiding her subtly yet possessively.
 
The combined pressure of their bodies, the raw, urgent rhythm of desire, made Neetu shiver violently, her soft moans echoing and rising with each punishing thrust.
 
Every movement sent shockwaves of pleasure through the trio, intensifying the erotic current that ran between them.
 
Sirisha’s chest heaved, her breath sharp and shallow, each inhalation filling her with a heady mixture of fear, longing, and desire.
 
She felt a burning ache between her thighs, a hunger that was equal parts erotic and emotional, and a fascination with the power and intimacy of what she was witnessing and participating in.
 
The intensity of their pleasure, the closeness, the heat, all of it stirred something primal within her, a throbbing curiosity and a desperate craving to be part of this electrifying connection.
 
“I’m so close… Ravi, don’t stop,” Neetu pleaded, her voice breathless, urgent, and raw, gripping him tightly, pulling him deeper into her.
 
Her hips arched wildly, pressing against him with hungry abandon, and the room seemed to shrink around the swelling, suffocating erotic energy.
 
Ravi responded with a low, guttural groan, crashing his lips onto hers in a deep, urgent kiss.
 
Their tongues tangled, mouths devouring, as the heat of their bodies fused, the friction making both of them shudder and gasp, caught in a wave of erotic ecstasy that Sirisha felt in every fiber of her being.
 
Her heart raced, her body tingled, and she could feel the primal intensity of desire washing over her, leaving her both terrified and entranced, innocent yet awakening.

-- oOo --

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[venkygeethu]

The intensity of Pleasure is really wonderful expecting eagerly for the next move

[surthi3553]

Your story writing skills are impressive. Many have added intimacy in their writing, but the way Nitu and Ravi trapped Sirisha was a clever idea. I especially liked how you shaped Nitu's character as a dominant woman in love — it came across very naturally.
I have two requests:

1. Please provide the story in PDF format.
   
2. Rewrite the story in Telugu, so it becomes a strong and healthy competition for other writers.
   

[shailu4ever]

Neetu’s Climax - Continuation of the final Round
 

Sirisha could hear the soft, needy groans escaping Neetu’s lips, the way her body quivered and arched under Ravi’s touch, and it made Sirisha feel sensations she had never known.
 
Her heart raced in her chest, each beat echoing the rhythm of the lovers before her, a wild, intoxicating pulse that left her both shy and burning with curiosity.
 
There was something almost awe-inspiring, almost sacred about the way Ravi and Neetu moved together, a seamless, fluid connection, as if their bodies were speaking a language she could feel but not yet name.
 
Ravi’s eyes flicked toward Sirisha again, dark and raw, filled with a hunger that made her stomach tighten and thighs ache.
 
“Ready?” he asked, his voice rough and hoarse, thick with need. “I love you so much.” The words were a direct current through her chest, leaving her torn between instinctive hesitation and a reckless desire to step closer, to touch, to become part of the intensity unfolding.
 
Neetu’s hands found her then, soft but insistent, guiding and anchoring her trembling form. She wrapped Sirisha in a protective, intimate embrace that somehow felt simultaneously safe and electrifying.
 
"Come with us, beta," Neetu whispered, her voice a low hum vibrating in Sirisha’s chest. "You don’t have to be afraid. We’ll take care of you. It is the most wonderful feeling in the world."
 
A shiver of anticipation ran through Sirisha, her chest tightening with a mixture of awe, fear, and longing. Her body responded before her mind could fully catch up.
 
She stepped closer, drawn by Neetu’s warmth, the electric promise in Ravi’s gaze, and the irresistible pull of their connection.
 
Her hand found Neetu’s, trembling slightly but firming as she felt the weight of the moment, the gravity of what she was stepping into.
 
With a slow, deliberate motion, Ravi pressed his thick, hard cock into Neetu’s wet pussy, eliciting simultaneous gasps of pleasure from both of them.
 
Sirisha’s eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat at the sight, the tight, welcoming warmth of Neetu’s body enveloping him, the way their skin glistened in the room’s muted light.
 
Her heart pounded in her chest as the erotic tableau before her unfolded, and she felt a deep, intoxicating pull stirring in her own body, a heat that was impossible to ignore.
 
Ravi’s cock penetrated Neetu fully, filling her completely, the slick friction making her hips arch instinctively.

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[shailu4ever]

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Sirisha’s gaze was fixed, unable to look away, and when Ravi’s hand moved to her own chest, gently cupping and massaging her breasts while continuing to thrust, the world seemed to tilt.
 
Every nerve in her body lit on fire, her virgin mind struggling to comprehend the raw intimacy, the dizzying eroticism of the moment.
 
And as the three of them moved together, the rhythm of their bodies, the intertwined moans and gasps, Sirisha felt the barriers of her previous innocence dissolve, replaced by a new, overwhelming awareness of desire and pleasure.
 
The air itself seemed to hum with electricity, each brush of skin, each press of palm, each sigh and shiver amplifying the tension that coiled tight inside her.
 
She had never felt so alive, so dangerously drawn into the fire of something she barely understood, and yet, she couldn’t pull away.
 
Ravi’s voice, low and urgent, beckoned her closer again. "Come," he murmured, offering his hand, "let us be together." Sirisha’s breath hitched as she reached for him, her body responding instinctively, pulled forward by a mixture of fear, trust, and unquenchable curiosity.
 
His hand moved to her breast, taking her nipple into his mouth with a slow, deliberate suction, while his thrusts into Neetu deepened, sending both women into trembling ecstasy.
 
Neetu, feeling the added closeness of Sirisha’s presence, reached back to press her hand against the younger girl’s butt, guiding her subtly yet possessively.
 
The combined pressure of their bodies, the raw, urgent rhythm of desire, made Neetu shiver violently, her soft moans echoing and rising with each punishing thrust.
 
Every movement sent shockwaves of pleasure through the trio, intensifying the erotic current that ran between them.
 
Sirisha’s chest heaved, her breath sharp and shallow, each inhalation filling her with a heady mixture of fear, longing, and desire.
 
She felt a burning ache between her thighs, a hunger that was equal parts erotic and emotional, and a fascination with the power and intimacy of what she was witnessing and participating in.
 
The intensity of their pleasure, the closeness, the heat, all of it stirred something primal within her, a throbbing curiosity and a desperate craving to be part of this electrifying connection.
 
“I’m so close… Ravi, don’t stop,” Neetu pleaded, her voice breathless, urgent, and raw, gripping him tightly, pulling him deeper into her.
 
Her hips arched wildly, pressing against him with hungry abandon, and the room seemed to shrink around the swelling, suffocating erotic energy.
 
Ravi responded with a low, guttural groan, crashing his lips onto hers in a deep, urgent kiss.
 
Their tongues tangled, mouths devouring, as the heat of their bodies fused, the friction making both of them shudder and gasp, caught in a wave of erotic ecstasy that Sirisha felt in every fiber of her being.

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[shailu4ever]

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Sirisha’s heart raced, her body tingled, and she could feel the primal intensity of desire washing over her, leaving her both terrified and entranced, innocent yet awakening.
 
Neetu’s moans grew louder, ragged, trembling with every thrust, every press of Ravi’s body against hers.
 
Her hands clutched his shoulders, her nails digging in lightly as if to anchor herself against the rising storm of pleasure. “Ravi… oh God… I’m…” she gasped, her words breaking into helpless cries, each syllable trembling with raw need.
 
Ravi’s movements became wilder, more urgent, his hips driving deeply into her slick warmth, the rhythm of their bodies syncing perfectly.
 
Each thrust sent waves of fire through Neetu, her back arching, her chest heaving, her entire body alive with electric sensation.
 
Sirisha’s eyes widened, her own body tingling as she watched, mesmerized, as Neetu’s pleasure mirrored the intensity of the moment, a living reflection of what desire could do to a body.
 
With a final, shuddering motion, Neetu’s hips jerked violently against him, her body convulsing in a peak of molten ecstasy.
 
Neetu’s soft cries turned into piercing, desperate gasps, and her hands clung to Ravi’s back as the flood of release washed over her, making her tremble from head to toe.
 
Ravi groaned deep in his chest, the vibration rattling through Neetu’s body, and for a heartbeat the room was filled only with the sound of their shared release.
 
Ravi’s own climax followed almost instantly, a primal, deep surge of pleasure that pulsed through his body as he felt himself empty into Neetu. His hands gripped her hips tightly, holding her close as the tremors of his orgasm rolled through him.
 
His breath came in sharp, ragged bursts, and his lips met hers once more in a brief, fierce kiss, tasting the salt of their shared intensity, grounding them in the aftermath of pleasure.
 
Sirisha, standing so close, felt her chest tighten, her thighs quivering. She had never imagined such raw, unrestrained intimacy, and the sight of them reaching the peak together sent a shiver of longing and awe through her own body.
 
The heat, the vulnerability, the tender dominance mixed with devotion, it was almost too much to bear, yet she couldn’t look away. Every exhale, every soft moan, every tremor of their bodies was etched into her mind, stirring a hunger she had only begun to recognize.
 
Neetu collapsed softly against Ravi, their bodies slick and warm, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “That… was…” she whispered, her voice still trembling with the remnants of ecstasy.
 
Ravi held her close, brushing a strand of hair from her flushed face, his own breath slowing as he felt the weight of what they had shared.
 
The room was thick with the afterglow of their climax, an almost sacred intimacy that seemed to envelop them all.
 
Sirisha reached out tentatively, her hand brushing against Neetu’s arm, feeling the soft pulse of life still coursing through her.
 
There was awe, desire, and a strange, thrilling sense of inclusion, as though she had witnessed something profound, something that had changed her forever. Her heartbeat gradually matched the slow, lingering rhythm of their bodies as she stood close, absorbing the lingering warmth and intensity of the moment, feeling herself pulled ever deeper into their world of unspoken, electric connection.
 
 

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[shailu4ever]

The intensity of Pleasure is really wonderful expecting eagerly for the next move

Hi Venkygeethu

Thank you so much for your compliments. I’m really glad you enjoyed the intensity, it means a lot to know that it connected with you. 

The next move is to finish this arc soon and set the stage for Priya Didi’s return. 

I’m excited for how the story will shift when she steps back in and to see how the readers will react to it.

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

Your story writing skills are impressive. Many have added intimacy in their writing, but the way Nitu and Ravi trapped Sirisha was a clever idea. I especially liked how you shaped Nitu's character as a dominant woman in love — it came across very naturally.
I have two requests:

1. Please provide the story in PDF format.
   
2. Rewrite the story in Telugu, so it becomes a strong and healthy competition for other writers.
   

Hi Surthi3553

Thank you very much for your kind words and encouragement. Your feedback truly means a lot, it keeps me motivated to continue writing and moving forward.

Just to clarify, Neetu and Ravi didn’t trap Sirisha. She already had her own interest and curiosity, they simply fanned that spark a little further.

Regarding the PDF format, I’m not sure how to convert the stories here into a PDF, as I’ve been writing them directly on this site and don’t have separate copies with me. As for translating into Telugu, I’ll certainly try, though I’m not very fluent in Telugu writing, I might need to use some translation help for that.

Thank you once again for your support and encouragement.

With warm regards,

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

Now starts the final scenes of this arc.

[shailu4ever]

Focus shifts to our cute little Sirisha
 

After a few moments of quiet relaxation, Ravi slowly turned his attention to Sirisha, his gaze soft yet filled with a deep intensity. She met his eyes, her own wide and unsure, a mix of longing and nervousness playing across her face. 

Her body was trembling ever so slightly, and her hands rested on the bed, her fingers curling and uncurling in a small, anxious rhythm, as though unsure of what to do next.
 
“Are you ready?” Ravi asked gently, his voice now softer, almost cautious, as if sensing her uncertainty. He watched her carefully, his heart tugging at the sight of her vulnerability.
 
Sirisha nodded, but there was a hesitation in her eyes that didn’t escape him. Neetu, ever perceptive, sensed the moment. She moved closer to them, her presence a balm to Sirisha’s nerves, an invisible shield of warmth and reassurance.
 
“Take your time, beta,” Neetu whispered softly, her voice tender as she gently ran a hand through Sirisha’s hair. “This is new for you. Don’t rush.”
 
“We’re here with you, every step of the way. You don’t have to hesitate for anything.” Her touch was comforting, grounding Sirisha in a way that made her feel cherished, not just desired.
 
Ravi placed his hand on Sirisha’s cheek, guiding her face up to meet his gaze. His touch was gentle, his eyes filled with something soft, reassuring.
 
He kissed her slowly, tenderly, as though to say: You are safe here.
 
His lips lingered on Sirisha’s lips, a promise, his warmth melding with hers, the space between them narrowing.
 
The kiss deepened, slow and exploratory, as though they both were savoring the moment before everything changed.
 
“Just breathe with me,” Ravi murmured against her lips as he moved lower, his hand brushing over her body with a slow, deliberate touch.
 
His fingers traced the delicate curves of young and innocent Sirisha’s skin, and then he kissed her neck, her shoulder, each kiss feather-light, barely there.
 
His touch was soft yet insistent, coaxing her to relax, to feel the slow burn of intimacy that was growing between them.
 
Meanwhile, Neetu, ever aware of the dynamics unfolding, took Ravi’s cock into her mouth, her mouth moving with practiced care to bring him to full hardness again.
 
The sight of Neetu’s mouth on him made Sirisha’s breath hitch, her own body betraying her, longing for something she didn’t quite understand.

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[shailu4ever]

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But Sirisha was still unsure. She was trembling, her mind caught between fear and an undeniable, growing desire.
 
Her breath quickened as Ravi continued to explore her body, kissing and caressing her breasts, each motion deliberate, each touch a silent invitation.
 
But Sirisha still hesitated. She closed her eyes, leaning into him, feeling the heat of his body next to hers, but her hands remained tense by her sides, unsure of what to do next.
 
Slowly, Ravi reached his full length in Neetu’s mouth. She withdrew him, her lips parting with a soft pop, and knelt beside Sirisha.
 
Neetu’s voice was a soothing whisper in Sirisha’s ear, grounding and gentle. “Let him take care of you, beta. He’ll be gentle. I’ll be here too. You’re not alone in this.”
 
Ravi’s hands were tender as he cupped Sirisha’s cheek, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. “Are you okay, Sirisha?” he asked, his voice soft, filled with concern, almost pleading for her to tell him the truth.
 
Sirisha nodded, her voice small but sure. “Yes... I just... I’ve never done this before.”
 
Sirisha’s heart was racing in her chest, but there was a sense of trust blooming in the pit of her stomach. She wanted this. She just didn’t know how to navigate the rush of emotions and sensations.
 
Neetu leaned in, wrapping an arm around Sirisha’s shoulders, her touch a warm, constant presence. “You’re not alone, sweetheart,” she whispered gently against Sirisha’s neck, her voice full of affection and encouragement.
 
“We’re here. We’ll do this together, beta.” She kissed the side of Sirisha’s face, just below her ear, her lips soft but insistent, offering comfort in a way only Neetu could.
 
Ravi cupped Sirisha’s face once more, his thumb brushing her lips tenderly. “You don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for,” he whispered, his words like a balm against her uncertainty.
 
“I want to,” Sirisha whispered, her voice full of desire and a hint of hesitation. “I want this. I want you...” She met his eyes, her gaze burning with intensity. “I’ve wanted this for so long. I just... I don’t know how to start.”
 
Neetu smiled softly, her eyes full of love and affection. She kissed Sirisha’s lips again, a gentle, reassuring kiss. “Then let us guide you beta,” she whispered, her voice like a promise that everything would be okay.
 
Ravi looked at Neetu, his eyes asking for her reassurance, and she gave him a subtle nod, a quiet affirmation.
 

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[shailu4ever]

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Ravi turned his attention back to Sirisha, his voice calm but filled with intent. “I’m going to take this slow, okay? I don’t want to hurt you.”
 
Sirisha nodded, biting her lip as she braced herself, her breath quickening. “Okay,” she whispered, the tightness in her voice betraying the whirlwind of emotions stirring inside her.
 
Ravi kissed her forehead softly and then slowly moved between her legs, his hands gently parting them.
 
Sirisha gasped softly, her eyes flickering open as she felt the cool air on her wet pussy lips. She felt exposed, vulnerable, and yet, wanted.
 
The sensation of being so open, so bare before them, filled her with a strange thrill, even though a deep, nervous ache stirred in her core.
 
Ravi bent down, placing a gentle kiss on her wet womanhood, sending a shiver of surprise and desire through Sirisha. She didn’t know how to respond, her body was reacting, but her mind was struggling to catch up.
“Just breathe, Sirisha,” Ravi whispered softly, his hands caressing her thighs. “I’ll go slow. I want you to enjoy this. Let me in.”
 
He positioned himself carefully, aligning his body with tender body of youthful Sirisha’s body, feeling the tension in the air between them.
 
Neetu bent down to Sirisha’s face, her lips meeting Sirisha’s in a kiss that was tender, full of reassurance and love.
 
As Neetu kissed her, Ravi moved gently, inching his cock inside her already wet pussy, slow and deliberate, parting her tight pussy walls, letting her body adjust.
 
Sirisha’s breath caught in her throat as he entered her, her body tensing in response. She winced, the pain of her virginity being taken nearly overwhelming.
 
Sirisha’s body instinctively responded, tightening around his thick and hot cock burning inside her young, tender and wet pussy walls, but Neetu’s kiss and her hand on Sirisha’s cheek calmed her.
 
“Shh…” Neetu whispered in Sirisha’s mouth, her fingers brushing against Sirisha’s cheek. “Relax, sweetheart. You’re doing fine. Let your body adjust to him. Breathe.” Her other hand gently massaged Sirisha’s breasts, distracting her from the discomfort and reminding her of the tenderness they were both offering.
 
Ravi paused, his cock barely inside her, sensing her discomfort. He froze, his body still as he waited for Sirisha to process the intrusion. His eyes met hers, filled with concern and affection. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice low and filled with tenderness.
 
Sirisha gripped his arms tightly, her body trembling from both the discomfort and the strange, overwhelming sensation of being filled. “It... it hurts,” she whispered, her voice soft and trembling. “It’s a lot... but... but I want this...”.
 

She could feel the blood flowing from her pussy, the physical evidence of her virginity being torn.
 
 

-- oOo --

 
 

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[venkygeethu]

The final scene of this arc is tremendous and happy to hear the note that Priya didi is going to enter soon waiting eagerly for her may be within this weekend she appears

[shailu4ever]

The End of the game - The Sweetest Surrender
 
Ravi kissed Sirisha’s forehead, his touch gentle as he brushed a lock of hair from her face. “I’m sorry, Sirisha,” he murmured, his voice thick with empathy.
 
“Just tell me when you’re ready, okay?” His body was tense with need, but he respected her, waiting for her to give him the word.
 
Sirisha’s breath was shallow, but as she looked into his eyes, she nodded, her voice small but resolute. “It’s... okay. I just need a minute.”
 
Neetu continued to soothe her, her hand resting gently on Sirisha’s breasts, rubbing small circles over the soft skin. “Breathe, beta. You’re doing great,” she whispered, her voice a constant thread of warmth. “Let him in slowly... Let your body feel it. We want you to enjoy it, slowly.”
 
Ravi remained still, his body aching with desire, but he held back, letting Sirisha adjust to the feeling of him inside her.
 
His eyes never left her face as he watched the subtle shift in her expression. Slowly, Sirisha’s body began to relax, her breath becoming more even, her hands loosening their grip on his arms.
“I think I’m okay,” Sirisha whispered, her eyes opening to meet his once more. There was a newfound determination in her gaze, a quiet acceptance.
 
“Are you sure?” Ravi asked, his voice filled with soft concern.
 
Sirisha nodded, her breath shaky but steadier now. “I want this Bhayya. I want you in all the way. I want to feel it”
 
At her words, something inside Ravi loosened, his body responding to the softness of Neetu’s reassurance.
 
His movements started slower, more deliberate, the rhythm tender as he let Sirisha’s young pussy adjust to his cock.  This is her first time to feel a cock in side her.  
 
Her freshly opened (virgin till a few minutes back) pussy felt soft and tight for his cock.  He could feel her pussy walls tightly holding his cock from all directions.
 
The first few thrusts were slow, tentative, each one drawing a soft gasp from Sirisha’s lower lips and upper lips alike. Her hands, initially unsure, now clutched his back, her nails digging into his skin, feeling the warmth and power of his body.
 
But despite the pain that flickered across Sirisha’s face, it slowly began to soften.
 
It was replaced by something deeper, something growing, something new, a connection that she hadn’t known was possible, but was now unfolding between them.

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[prasannas2001]

Sirisha melted into the Neetu's kiss


Feeling an overwhelming sense of safety and connection,

Something she hadn’t expected to feel so quickly,

Yet now seemed to be growing with every passing moment.

“You did so well,” Neetu murmured against Sirisha’s skin.

“You’re incredible, just the way you are.”

Sirisha’s breath caught at the compliment,

Her skin tingling as she felt a mix of emotions wash over her.

She turned her face towards Neetu, her eyes glimmering with a playful challenge.

“You really know how to make a girl feel special,” she teased,

Her lips curling into a mischievous smile.

“But don’t get too comfortable. I’m just getting started.”

Ravi chuckled softly beside them, his hand tracing lazy patterns on Sirisha’s arm.

“You two are something else,” he muttered,

Shaking his head with a smile. “I’m just trying to keep up.”

“Oh, don’t worry, Ravi,” Sirisha purred,

Her voice dripping with playful seduction.

“We’ll let you catch your breath... for now.” She winked at him,

Her fingers dancing lightly over his chest, 

Sending a shiver of anticipation through him.

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Wow Sailu, your writing style is awesome.  I love reading your updates.  Last few days I was a bit busy, sorry not able to read or post feedback.  But I am back now and happy to read your story again. 

Wonderful job, please continue.

[prasannas2001]

As Sirisha’s touch lingered


Teasing Neetu’s body with delicate kisses,

Her fingers trailing lightly over her skin, the room was thick with anticipation.

Neetu’s breath was shallow now,

Her chest rising and falling with each ragged gasp as her body responded to the sensations.

It was almost as if she could feel every inch of Sirisha’s lips and tongue

The heat of her mouth, the pressure of her touch, even from a distance.

Neetu’s hands tightened on the sheets,

Her fingers digging in as if she were trying to hold on to the moment.

The pleasure was building, slow and steady, like the rising tide,

Pulling her deeper into a world where nothing existed but the touch of the two people she’d come to trust so completely.

Ravi’s fingers gently traced the curve of Neetu’s side,

His presence a constant reminder of how much they were intertwined in this shared moment.

His hands, soft and steady,

Seemed to add a layer of grounding amidst the growing storm of sensation that enveloped her.

With every passing second, the connection between them deepened.

Sirisha’s touch became more confident,

Her lips more insistent against Neetu’s sensitive folds.

She could feel Neetu’s body responding, trembling beneath her,

And it made her heart race in time with the rhythm they were creating.

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Hi Shailu,This is very sensuous.  Wonderful narration. Please keep rocking

[prasannas2001]

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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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Excellent writing Shailu.  I congratulate for successfully completing two months of writing. You are writing a masterpiece.  The best writing ever I have read so far.  Congratulations once again my dear.

[prasannas2001]

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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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Hi Shailu

I can’t believe how, in just two months, you’ve learned to write such breathtaking novels.

I’m honestly in awe of you. I truly envy your gift, and I deeply admire you. Your writing style is extraordinary, you take your time, letting every moment unfold with such care and emotion. The romantic scenes you create are pure magic; they stay with me long after I finish reading. 

Please, never stop writing. What you do is truly beautiful.

With best wishes and waiting to read more of your writings.

Prasanna

[shailu4ever]

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Neetu’s voice, soft and soothing, reached Sirisha’s ear. “Let him take you, sweetheart. You’re safe with us.” The words, like a soft embrace, settled over Sirisha like a blanket, filling her with a sense of calm. It was exactly what Sirisha needed to hear.
 
Sirisha’s body was still unsure, but Neetu’s steadying presence grounded her, allowed her to breathe and let go.
 
Ravi’s eyes flickered to Neetu, his gratitude evident in the quick flash of his gaze.  He never expected that he is going to have Sirisha in a threesome with Neetu this soon.
 
He leaned down to kiss Sirisha, his lips brushing gently against her skin. “You’re incredible,” he whispered, the words sincere and full of admiration.
 
The tenderness in his voice, the care in his touch, made Sirisha’s heart race in a way she couldn’t quite explain.
 
As Ravi’s pace continued digging deeper in the pleasure hole of Sirisha to find and reach the unknown highs, Sirisha’s breath deepened, the tension slowly leaving her body.
 
Sirisha’s moans, once tentative, started to fill the room, soft, at first, like a sweet discovery of sensation, and then louder as the pleasure began to overtake the pain, growing with intensity. She kissed Neetu back, her lips hungry, her body now eager for more.
 
The last remnants of hesitation were vanishing, replaced by a pure, raw desire Sirisha had never known before.
 
“Bhayyaaa…” she gasped, her hands now pulling him closer, urging him deeper into her. “It feels better now… So much better…” Her voice quivered with both relief and need, her body craving more, demanding more.
 
Neetu’s smile was warm, understanding. She moved closer to Sirisha, her hand gently rubbing her arm, a comforting touch that sent waves of reassurance through Sirisha.
 
“Good,” Neetu murmured softly, her voice like a lullaby. “Let yourself feel it, let go. We are here for you, beta.” Her words were like an anchor in the storm of emotions Sirisha was navigating.
 
Neetu’s touch, the way she held her close, made everything feel safe, feel right, even as it was new and overwhelming.
 
Ravi’s movements grew more confident now, his rhythm matching Sirisha’s responses. As her body began to adjust to him, her internal pussy walls tightening around him, their connection deepened.
 
He kissed her deeply, his hands roaming over her body, urging her closer, his touch more urgent now. Desire thickened in the air, wrapping around them both as they moved together.
 
“Bhayyaaa…” Sirisha’s voice was desperate now, trembling with the need for more. “Please… don’t stop.” Her words were raw, filled with longing, and Ravi’s breath caught in his throat as he felt her plea reverberate through him.

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