Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

Wow! Just Wow!

Hi Prasanna

Thank you so much for your compliments. I’m thrilled to hear that you enjoyed it. 

Your excitement truly means a lot and motivates me to keep writing


With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

History of the bed. You are showing the delicate feeling, very sensuous. The Queen of Erotica

Hi Prasanna, 

hank you so much for your compliments. I’m really glad to hear that you’re connecting with the history and the delicate feelings woven into the story.

Your compliment about being the "Queen of Erotica" is truly flattering! I’m humbled by your appreciation and support, it motivates me to keep writing with even more passion and depth. 

Thank you again for your thoughtful feedback.

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

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Amit’s hand moved with gentle insistence, pressing against her breasts, his touch firm yet familiar, as though he were trying to communicate something without words, a promise of closeness, of belonging, of shared history.
 
Priya’s breath hitched, a flicker of warmth spreading through her body, but her mind rebelled, torn between the comfort of Amit’s touch and the vivid memory of Ravi’s lips, his urgency, the fire that had scorched her skin.
 
"Why does this feel so… different? Why does my body respond to Amit, but my mind, my heart, want someone else?" she thought, every nerve alight, every sensation amplified.
 
She could feel Amit’s desire, steady and patient, pressing against her, seeking her approval, her surrender, and yet it was impossible to ignore the phantom of Ravi, the ghost of need and hunger that clung to her senses.
 
Her fingers curled into Amit’s shoulders, trying to ground herself in the present, while her body betrayed her, responding to the closeness she craved but didn’t fully want right now.
 
Amit’s hands moved above her nightgown again, fingers pressing gently against her breasts, kneading and teasing with familiar, deliberate care.
 
The sensation should have been comforting, grounding, a touch shaped by years of intimacy, the kind of tenderness that usually made her feel safe and cherished.
 
And yet, as his hands moved, her body betrayed her, the memory of Ravi’s hands in the car creeping unbidden into her mind, urgent, bold, exploring her with a raw need that Amit’s gentleness could not replicate.
 
"His hands… Ravi’s hands… they were everywhere, insistent, claiming me in ways I never thought I’d let anyone claim me," she thought, her pulse spiking, heat blooming in her chest despite herself.
 
Amit’s fingers, traced patterns on her breasts around her aroused nipples,  she knew by heart, warm and familiar, but all she could see was Ravi’s boldness, the way he had held her breasts, pressed them, unrestrained and impatient.
 
The contrast made her shiver, a mix of guilt and longing tangling in her stomach, her mind and body split in two directions at once.
 

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[shailu4ever]

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Priya’s hands tightened slightly on Amit’s shoulders, an unconscious attempt to steady herself, yet she couldn’t stop herself from remembering the car, the dark confines of the back seat, the way Ravi had explored her assets there without hesitation.
 
How his fingers had seemed to know every inch of her breasts, pressing, exploring, leaving marks that lingered in her memory and now, on her skin, through Amit’s softer touch.
 
"It’s impossible… I’m here, with Amit, and yet I’m still with him, still feeling him, still wanting him," she thought, her breath growing shallow, heart racing.
 
Amit’s lips found hers again, warm, familiar, patient, coaxing her closer, but the fire that had sparked in her chest with Ravi was still there, smoldering beneath the surface, refusing to be tamed.
 
Her body responded in part, drawn to Amit’s steady touch, to the comfort of his presence, yet every brush of his fingers reminded her of what she had felt with Ravi, the hunger, the recklessness, the dangerous, consuming desire.
 
It was intoxicating and torturous all at once, and Priya found herself caught in the impossible tension between safety and surrender, loyalty and craving.
 
But Priya’s thoughts were everywhere too. Her hands tightened in his hair, but she wasn’t with him. She was with Ravi.
 
She could still feel his lips on hers, still taste him, still feel the burn of him, like he was still inside her, still consuming her.
 
"Why am I doing this? Why can’t I stop? Why do I keep thinking of Ravi? Why can’t I just be here with Amit? Why can’t I just feel this… with him?"
 
Her body responded, her chest rising and falling with quickened breaths, but it was as though her heart was in two places at once, beating for both men, wanting two different things. Her mind screamed for her to stop, but her body… her body didn’t want to listen.
 
Amit kissed her lips again, his hands now traveling down her body, pulling her closer, as if he could take away the distance she had put between them.
 
"I’m here, with Amit, and yet I’m somewhere else… with Ravi."
 
She couldn’t break free from it. She couldn’t escape the pull of what was forbidden.
 
Every brush of Amit’s lips, every movement of his hands, every whisper of his voice was both comforting and excruciating.
 
Her mind and body were in turmoil, suspended between desire and guilt, love and longing, reality and temptation.
 
"Why does it have to feel like this? Why can’t I just be here, fully? Why can’t I stop wanting what I shouldn’t?"
 
 

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[shailu4ever]

Scene: Priya’s Bedroom — The Deep Tension
 

The air in the bedroom felt thick, almost tangible, as though it pressed against Priya’s skin with every breath she took. The faint scent of her perfume lingered in the warmth, mingling with the familiar, comforting smell of Amit, known, inescapable.
 
His body was close, his presence undeniable, and when his hands slid beneath the hem of her nightgown, the contrast of cool silk and warm skin sent a shiver through her.
 
She inhaled sharply, not because the touch was unexpected, but because it was. Amit had touched her this way countless times before. His hands were steady, reverent, tracing a map he knew by heart.
 
And yet, tonight, every movement felt charged with something unfamiliar.
 
His hand, large and calloused from his work, rested on her stomach, tracing idle circles over the thin silk of her nighty.
 
The touch was a question, a gentle prelude to a conversation they’d had a thousand times.
 
Priya’s body responded, a faint heat blooming beneath his palm, but her mind was a thousand miles and several hours away.
 
As he slowly drew the fabric of her nighty upward, the silk whispering against her skin, Priya’s thoughts scattered. This was Amit—her husband, the man who had shared her bed and her life for years. He loved her. She knew that. She reminded herself of it like a mantra.
“Focus, Priya. This is where you belong.”
 
But even as the words formed in her mind, her body responded in ways that unsettled her.
 
The nightgown slipped from her shoulders, revealing her luscious breasts and gorgeous body, pooling at her feet, leaving her bare to his touch.
 
Amit’s hands followed, warm and familiar, pulling her closer until she could feel the solid reassurance of him against her. Her body, pale and beautiful in the sliver of moonlight, was a canvas for her newfound aggression.
 
Her breasts were full, her nipples already hard and peaked. Amit’s hands came up to cup them, his thumbs stroking the sensitive buds.
 
His lips found her neck, tracing the same slow, deliberate path he always took. It should have been grounding. Instead, it opened the door to something she had been trying desperately to keep shut.

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[Strangerstf]

Again.. You stopped at the peak time and put me in a tough situation lol..
Just when things were getting spicy, update was over...

Eagerly waiting for the next few updates.

And thank you for your continuous efforts and giving updates daily, ma'am.

[shailu4ever]

Again.. You stopped at the peak time and put me in a tough situation lol..
Just when things were getting spicy, update was over...

Eagerly waiting for the next few updates.

And thank you for your continuous efforts and giving updates daily, ma'am.

Hi Strangerstf
 
Haha,  I know, I know… stopping right at the peak should come with a warning sign. I guess that’s my little way of keeping things interesting and making sure you’re hooked for what’s coming next.
 
I’m really glad the update caught you right when things were getting spicy, that means the story is doing its job. Thank you so much for your excitement, patience, and for eagerly waiting for the next updates.
 
And truly, thank you for your kind words and encouragement. Messages like yours make all the effort completely worth it and motivate me to keep going.
 
I’m currently working on the next set of updates, where I want to focus on showing how Priya thinks and behaves in that situation.
 
But there might be a slight delay in the updates I am going to give, as I will be traveling next few days.  I will write a detailed message about that.
 
Thank you very much for your extended support.
 
With warm regards
 
-- Shailu
 

[shailu4ever]

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Amit cupped her breasts in his hands, squeezing them gently as he kissed and nibbled on her nipples. She cried out in pleasure, arching her back as he continued to tease her sensitive buds with his tongue.
 
“Ravi.” She cried inside
 
The memory surged forward with startling clarity. Ravi’s lips hadn’t lingered gently; they had pressed with urgency, as though restraint was impossible. His hands had pulled her close, almost desperate, leaving no room for hesitation.
 
The contrast struck her sharply.
 
Priya’s breath quickened as Amit kissed her nipple again, a soft promise of intimacy woven into every touch.
 
But the sensation blooming inside her wasn’t born solely of Amit’s tenderness. It was fueled by memory—by the intensity Ravi had awakened in her.
 
“Why does this feel wrong?” she wondered, a knot forming in her chest. “Why does it feel like betrayal when I’m doing nothing wrong?”
 
Amit’s hand slid to her waist, drawing her closer to him. His breath was warm against her skin when he murmured her name, his voice thick with desire.
 
The sound made her pulse race, but not for the reason it once had.
 
Her body leaned into him instinctively. The response was automatic, undeniable. Yet even as she moved with him, her thoughts drifted elsewhere.
 
“I’m responding like I did with Ravi.”
 
The realization sent a tremor through her. Amit kissed her lips softly, unhurried, his touch careful.
 
Priya kissed him back—but not gently. Her mouth moved against his with a sudden intensity that startled even her.
 
Her hands pulled him closer, fingers clutching his shirt as though proximity alone could anchor her.
 
But it wasn’t Amit’s lips she felt.
 
In her mind, Ravi’s kiss overtook everything—hungry, consuming, leaving no space for doubt.
 
Amit’s hands roamed her body, cupping her with reverence, and still, the comparison burned.
 
Ravi’s touch had been rougher, more possessive, igniting something wild she hadn’t known she missed.
 
He took one nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling, and Priya’s back arched involuntarily. The sensation was exquisite, but it was Ravi’s phantom touch she felt—the memory of his hands on her body, the way he had explored her with a fierce, unyielding need.
 
“Why does this feel so right?” she thought desperately. “Why does my body want this?”

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[shailu4ever]

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Amit’s fingers traced the curve of her hip, a familiar path, but her body refused to let go of memory. Ravi’s hands had held her differently—firm, demanding, making her feel alive in a way that unsettled her now.
 
Her mind was a battlefield. Was it possible to love two men? “No, that's absurd. She loved Amit—he was her husband. But Ravi... Ravi awakened something in her. Something new, something raw.”
 
The taste of Ravi’s kiss, so urgent and unrestrained, still lingered on her lips, despite the sweetness of Amit’s careful affection.
 
His hands were tender, yes, but there was something desperate in the way Ravi had touched her—a heat, a fire that made her feel... uncontained.
 
Amit’s touch was steady, his kiss lingering, but her body couldn’t forget Ravi’s fierceness. The way he’d kissed her with a hunger that had made her forget herself entirely. Ravi's hands had claimed her, as though he had always known where to touch to make her lose control.
 
Amit shifted, his body pressing against hers, his hand sliding down her back, but the warmth of his touch felt like a distant echo. The memory of Ravi’s grasp—tight, possessive—burned in her mind like a brand.
 
Why was it so hard to let go? Her body should have been responding fully to Amit, should have been lost in the rhythm of their shared intimacy. But instead, she felt torn, pulled in two directions. Amit, with his steady love, and Ravi, with his wild, untamed passion.
 
Amit took one nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling, and Priya’s back arched involuntarily.
 
Amit’s hand slid lower, tracing the curve of her butt, his fingertips brushing over the sensitive skin above her thigh, but Priya’s thoughts were somewhere else, with Ravi’s hands gripping her, exploring her with a hunger that had made her feel like something more than just a wife.
Ravi had made her feel alive.
 
She wanted to focus, to ground herself in the warmth of Amit’s embrace, but the image of Ravi, his lips desperate against her skin, his hands holding her as though he couldn’t get enough of her, made it almost impossible. Ravi’s kiss, his touch, still burned beneath her skin.
 
She could feel Amit’s body pressing into hers, the heat building between them, but she couldn’t escape the memory of Ravi. The comparison was like a constant ache, pulling at her, reminding her of what she couldn’t have, what she shouldn’t want.
 

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[shailu4ever]

Scene: Priya’s Bedroom - Between Desire and Betrayal
 

Her heart raced as Amit kissed her again, his hands moving with slow deliberation. A hunger stirred inside her, unfamiliar and unbidden, tightening her chest.
 
She kissed him back with urgency, tugging at his shirt, needing more, needing something she couldn’t name.
 
“Why does this feel dangerous?” The thought hit her like a wave, crashing against the walls of her mind.
 
The room seemed to close in around her, the air thick with tension.
 
She knew this was her husband, the man she had been with for years, yet something was different tonight.
 
Something inside her had shifted.
 
Amit groaned softly as she kissed him harder, lifting her slightly as he pressed closer. 

But Priya wasn’t only feeling him. 
Ravi’s presence lingered in every sensation. 

Ravi had kissed her as though waiting was impossible.
 
His lips had been demanding, urgent. Amit, patient as always, offered a slow burn instead.
 
Priya’s body clenched at the thought of Ravi’s touch.
That was the fire she craved.
 
The way he’d held her, kissed her with such hunger, had ignited something deep inside her.
 
Amit’s tenderness felt like a balm to a wound that was still raw, but it wasn’t enough to extinguish the fire Ravi had set.
 
A deep, primal ache began to build low in her belly, far more intense than the gentle warmth from moments before.
 
This was a fire.
 
A hunger, deep and unrelenting, that spread through her limbs, making her skin flush with heat. 

She had always known the comfort of Amit’s touch, the steadiness of his love.
 
But tonight, there was something restless in her, something more desperate.
 
Amit felt her response, her sudden, sharp intake of breath, the way her body arched up to meet his. 

He mistook it for his own effect, and it fueled his passion.
 
He deepened, sucking her breasts, his hand becoming more insistent, kneading her other breast through the thin fabric of her nightgown.
 
But Priya was no longer just a passive recipient.

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[shailu4ever]

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The fantasy had taken hold, and it was liberating.
She was no longer just Amit's wife, lying in their marital bed.
She was the woman who crossed a few lines with her husband’s friend.
The woman who held a secret, and that secret made her powerful.
 
Her hands, which had been resting limply at her sides, came alive.
One tangled in Amit’s hair, her fingers gripping the thick strands, pulling him closer.
 
The other roamed down his back
Her nails scbanging lightly over his skin
Feeling the muscles bunch beneath her touch.
 
She reveled in the feeling, yet each movement made her crave something she couldn’t admit.
 
She pulled him up, and she kissed him back with a ferocity that was new, a hunger that surprised them both.
 
The kiss was deeper, more urgent, as though her mouth had a mind of its own. Her hands explored him with a newfound urgency, pulling him closer as if she could absorb him entirely, as though proximity alone could calm the gnawing ache inside her.
 
Amit pulled back, his eyes wide and dark with desire and a flicker of confusion. “Priya,” he breathed, his voice husky. “What's gotten into you tonight?”
 
She didn’t answer with words. She answered with action.
 
Her hands traced Amit’s chest, her lips responding to his, yet her mind was elsewhere. The electric thrill came not from the present, but from memory. Her thoughts screamed at her to stop, to focus on the man in front of her, the man who loved her, but her body refused to listen. Every kiss, every touch, felt like a betrayal.
 
Amit’s touch grew more insistent, his lips trailing down her neck as he pulled her closer, moving further down to her breasts. Her breasts were full, her nipples already hard and peaked. Amit’s hands came up to cup them, his thumbs stroking the sensitive buds, causing a shiver of pleasure to course through her body.
 
The pressure building inside her intensified, an ache that made it hard to think clearly. It wasn’t just Amit’s touch fueling it.
 
It was Ravi, the way he had touched her, the way he had awakened something she couldn’t explain. The hunger that had grown inside her felt too fierce, too raw to be tamed by Amit’s patient affection.

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[shailu4ever]

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Priya pulled back for a moment, breath ragged, and looked at Amit. Desire burned unmistakably in his eyes. He wanted her. He always had.
 
“Amit,” she thought, a part of her trying to reconnect with the man who had been her anchor, her steady love.
 
But still, she felt torn apart. "Why does it feel like I'm losing control?"
 
She didn’t give herself time to answer. Instead, she pulled him back into a kiss.
 
No longer slow.
No longer tender.
It was desperate, urgent, a reflection of the war raging inside her.
 
The room seemed to close in around them, the heat growing heavier. Amit’s body moved against hers in a rhythm they both knew well, but tonight, it felt unbalanced, unfamiliar.
 
His lips moved to her throat, his touch gentle, affectionate. He loved her. That truth pressed against her like a weight, sinking her deeper into the struggle.
 
But Ravi’s memory refused to fade. The way he had kissed her with a ferocity that had felt like a demand. The rawness of his touch still echoed in her mind.
 
“Stop thinking about him,” she urged herself. “Just be here.”
 
It was like trying to silence the ocean. Ravi’s presence echoed through her thoughts, the way he had held her, kissed her with fierce urgency. Amit’s hands were tender; Ravi’s had been alive. Vibrant.
 
Amit kissed her nipple again, and took it into his mouth. Her body arched into him, betraying her once more.
 
Pleasure bloomed alongside something forbidden. The heat between her legs intensified, pulling her deeper into the craving.
 
She kissed Amit with growing urgency, her lips hungry, yet they tasted of guilt, of longing.
 
Her hands trembled against his chest, and every time she pressed closer, she imagined it was Ravi. The thought came unbidden, sharp and powerful. She couldn’t stop it, couldn’t push it away. Her mind screamed for restraint, but her body was lost.
 
“Why does this feel like betrayal?” she wondered, her breath coming in quick bursts. “Why does it feel so real?”
 
Amit sucked the nipple deeper, his hands sliding lower, pulling her closer. Each kiss carried the ghost of Ravi’s, raw, visceral, unforgettable.
Ravi’s kiss had been a call to something untamed. Amit’s was loving, safe.
 
Her hips moved instinctively, breath quickening as she pressed against Amit. But she couldn’t tell who she was responding to anymore. Was it Amit’s touch she craved, or the memory of something else?
 

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[shailu4ever]

Dear Friends,
 
I wanted to take a moment to share a small update with all of you. I’ll be traveling tomorrow (Thursday) to India to spend the holidays there, so I may not be able to share regular updates for the next few days. Travel days tend to be a little unpredictable, and between the journey and settling in, things might be a bit quiet from my side for a short while.
 
That said, I’ll definitely try to write something during the flight if I get the chance, and I’ll also share updates once I’ve reached India and settled down. I’ll be staying there through the holiday season and until Pongal is over, enjoying some much-needed time with family, festivities, and a change of pace.
 
Thank you all so much for your continued support, patience, and understanding. Your encouragement truly means a lot to me, and I’m very grateful for each one of you. I’m looking forward to reconnecting with you soon and sharing more once things slow down a bit.
 
Until then, take care, and see you very soon!
 
With heartfelt thanks,
 
--Shailu

[prasannas2001]

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Priya Didi hesitated, her breath catching, but then she parted her lips instinctively. As the warm piece touched her mouth, she felt the lightest brush of his fingers against her lips. The touch lingered, soft, warm, a fleeting moment that felt like it stretched out forever.
 
Ravi felt the softness of her lips, the delicate wetness from the dal, and the perfect texture of her skin. The sensation was electric, tender, and profound. He pulled his hand away slowly, his gaze locking with hers as they shared a silent acknowledgment of the intimacy.
 

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Wow! What a delicate feeling.  Feeding food never felt like this much erotic and sensuous.

Excellent Job Shailu.  You beat your own records.

[venkygeethu]

Dear Friends,
 
I wanted to take a moment to share a small update with all of you. I’ll be traveling tomorrow (Thursday) to India to spend the holidays there, so I may not be able to share regular updates for the next few days. Travel days tend to be a little unpredictable, and between the journey and settling in, things might be a bit quiet from my side for a short while.
 
That said, I’ll definitely try to write something during the flight if I get the chance, and I’ll also share updates once I’ve reached India and settled down. I’ll be staying there through the holiday season and until Pongal is over, enjoying some much-needed time with family, festivities, and a change of pace.
 
Thank you all so much for your continued support, patience, and understanding. Your encouragement truly means a lot to me, and I’m very grateful for each one of you. I’m looking forward to reconnecting with you soon and sharing more once things slow down a bit.
 
Until then, take care, and see you very soon!
 
With heartfelt thanks,
 
--Shailu

Great to hear that you landed safely in India and settled down. Just Relax and enjoy the  festivity with your family and friends. Holiday season must bring you and your family abundance of joy and happiness. Take your own time to continue your stories  though we may miss your regular updates but at the same time I can't be so selfish to just feel the happiness by your work you needn't sacrifice your time for the sake of the readers 

Enjoy yourself and let the happiness you gain now show the impact in your work.

Enjoy Christmas New Year and Pongal (பொங்கல் ) and let the almighty add shower HIS blessings to and your family

[aaran88]

And she had rejected it.


Clearly. 

Wordlessly.

Immediately.

The rest of the ride passed in a strange vacuum.

The auto slowed.

Their building came into view.

He looked up at their apartment building

Wondering, was it all over now? 

Had he ruined something? 


Or… had he simply woken it up?

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The Auto Ride was never this erotic. I wish my next auto ride will be exciting. 

Lovely narrative.

[Strangerstf]

Excellent updates andi..
And have a great holiday.

Story can wait.You have a great time andi.

Thank you for continuous updates and your efforts.

[shailu4ever]

Great to hear that you landed safely in India and settled down. Just Relax and enjoy the  festivity with your family and friends. Holiday season must bring you and your family abundance of joy and happiness. Take your own time to continue your stories  though we may miss your regular updates but at the same time I can't be so selfish to just feel the happiness by your work you needn't sacrifice your time for the sake of the readers 

Enjoy yourself and let the happiness you gain now show the impact in your work.

Enjoy Christmas New Year and Pongal (பொங்கல் ) and let the almighty add shower HIS blessings to and your family

Hi Venkygeethu

Thank you so much for your kind and heartfelt message. It really means a lot to me. Yes, I’m finally settled here in India and I’m making the most of the time with family and friends. The festivities are in full swing, and it’s been such a great time to reconnect and relax.

 
You’re absolutely right, the holiday season is the perfect opportunity to enjoy the joy and happiness that come with being surrounded by loved ones. I’m taking it all in and letting the moments of peace and celebration fill me with positive energy.
 
I truly appreciate your understanding about the story updates. I know I’ve been a bit behind on that, but I promise I’ll get back to it once I’m recharged. It’s so kind of you to say that, and I’m glad to know my work brings you some happiness.
 
As now I am back and settled, I will start giving updates. 
 
Once again thank you very much for your continued support.
 
Warmest regards,
 
-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

Wow! What a delicate feeling.  Feeding food never felt like this much erotic and sensuous.

Excellent Job Shailu.  You beat your own records.

Hi Prasanna

Thank you so much for your amazing compliments. I’m really glad to hear that the story had such an impact. It’s always a bit of a challenge to balance sensuality and delicacy, but I’m thrilled that it came across the way I intended.

 
It’s always rewarding to know that the work resonated with you, and I really appreciate your kind words. Beating my own records means a lot, especially when it’s someone as thoughtful as you giving feedback.
 
I’ll keep pushing myself to explore even more emotions and experiences in the stories ahead. Thanks again for your encouragement, it’s truly motivating.
 
I really appreciate your continued support and your ratings.

With warm regards

-- Shailu

 

[shailu4ever]

The Auto Ride was never this erotic. I wish my next auto ride will be exciting. 

Lovely narrative.

Hi Aaran

Thank you so much for your compliments. I’m really glad you enjoyed the narrative. 

It’s amazing how a simple moment, like an auto ride, can be transformed into something so sensuous when you approach it with the right perspective! I’m happy to hear it had that kind of impact on you.

Who knows, maybe your next auto ride will turn out to be more exciting than you expect.

Thanks again for the lovely words. I’ll definitely keep working on creating more stories that keep surprising and engaging you.

With warm regards,

-- Shailu