Adultery The Swamiji: The Ashram of the Sacred Angels

[masti.bhai]

Hi Masti.Bhai

Thank you so much for your feedback. I'm glad to hear that the story is heading in a direction that you anticipated. I'm definitely excited to explore those rich, immersive settings and capture the essence you're hoping for.


Rest assured, I'll make sure the scenes live up to the expectation of being both captivating and elegantly crafted. Your enthusiasm is truly appreciated.

Looking forward to sharing more with you soon.

Once again thank you for your continued support.

With warm regards

-- Shailu

For description of lavish settings, I found the book Lion Lover by Mercedes Kelley (Black Lace book) pretty rich.

[shailu4ever]

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As Radha stood there completely naked, her chest expanded with each breath, the slight tension of her muscles and the strength of her posture adding a natural fullness to her breasts.
 
They did not sag but had a weight that spoke of maturity, the kind of maturity that comes not just with age, but with responsibility, with labor, with the quiet surrender of the self in service.
 
Unlike Priya’s more elegant, almost delicate shape, Radha’s breasts carried gravity, the weight of a woman who had known both work and love, and whose body had answered both calls with devotion.
 
"Radha’s beauty is in the strength of her womanhood," Ahalya thought, noting how each curve and line of her body radiated an acceptance of both power and femininity in equal measure.
 
Her legs were perhaps the most striking difference. Radha’s thighs were strong, muscular, and grounded, yet they moved with a dancer’s grace.
 
The curve of her calves, the firmness of her knees, and the soft arc of her ankles all spoke of a life spent in constant motion, laboring and serving with intention.
 
She didn’t just stand there, her body seemed to hold space, commanding it without effort.
 
"There is a steadiness to her that I’ve never seen in Priya," Ahalya mused. "Priya is art; Radha is endurance and poise combined."
 
The subtle tension in Radha’s arms and back drew Ahalya’s eyes upward again. Her back was strong and expansive, a landscape of muscle that flexed smoothly with each breath, contrasting with Priya’s softer, more flowing lines.
 
Even her hands and fingers seemed precise and strong, able to handle delicate tasks or heavy labor with equal grace.
 
"Radha’s body is a testament to discipline," Ahalya thought. "Every part of her is functional, every movement purposeful. It’s beauty tempered with experience."
 
Finally, the quiet elegance of her posture completed the image. Radha stood there, unclothed, her body a blend of strength, symmetry, and quiet grace. She radiated a sense of absolute self-possession, a serenity that made Ahalya’s own nervousness intensify.
 
"Radha’s body is a temple built for service," she thought. "It is different from Priya’s perfection, it is real, it is lived, it is enduring."

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[shailu4ever]

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Leela stood quietly, as if the weight of the moment was already understood by her. There was a calm, almost serene aura around her, and it was clear from the outset that her beauty was different from the other women.
 
While Priya's body had the elegance of a work of art and Radha’s the raw strength of nature, Leela’s was soft, round, and comforting, the embodiment of peace and maturity.
 
She was neither lean nor sculpted; her form carried the gentle fullness of time, the soft, rounded curves of a woman who had lived deeply, loved fully, and surrendered herself to life’s constant flow.
 
"Leela's beauty is the kind that feels like home," Ahalya thought, as her gaze softened with understanding. "It is not defined by edges or angles, but by a sense of wholeness."
 
As Leela unwound her EkVastra, Ahalya couldn’t help but admire the way her skin seemed to glow with quiet radiance, as if every line on her body had been written by the wisdom of the years.
 
Her breasts were fuller than Radha’s, more generous, the kind of soft fullness that suggested nurturing and caring. They were not heavy like Radha’s or delicate like Priya’s, but rounded and soft, sitting comfortably on her chest.
 
They had a gentleness to them, as though her body had been shaped by both grief and joy, each curve a reminder of life’s tender embrace.
 
"Her breasts feel like a cradle," Ahalya thought, mesmerized by their softness, by the way they moved gently with her breath. "They are nurturing, not just for others, but for her own spirit."
 
Leela’s waist was fuller, her butt rounded in a way that spoke of womanhood that had witnessed the fullness of life. The curve of her body wasn’t sharp or angular but soft and inviting, like the warm embrace of the earth itself.
 
Her body didn’t seem built for hard labor in the way Radha’s was, nor did it speak of the elegance of Priya’s sculpted form. Instead, Leela’s body carried the weight of maturity, wisdom, and acceptance.
 
There was no tension in the way she held herself, no discomfort, as though she had long since embraced the power of her own form.
 
"Leela's body is a refuge," Ahalya thought. "It is a place where comfort is found, not in strength, but in presence."

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[aaran88]

Wow Shailu! 

First of all, thank you so much for restarting the story. This new chapter is absolutely gripping and truly mind-blowing. 

The way the narrative unfolds, combined with your depth of thought and unmatched creativity, makes it impossible to look away. Every line pulls me in deeper.

Your storytelling is truly in a league of it's own. Simply put, you are the best.

Please continue to rock. 

Aaran

[shailu4ever]

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As Ahalya’s gaze drifted downward, she saw that Leela’s legs were full, soft but sturdy.
 
Unlike Radha’s sculpted, muscular thighs, or Priya’s slender, elegant limbs, Leela’s legs had the roundness of someone who had walked many paths, whose feet had touched the earth in a way that had grounded her to it.
 
They were not the delicate limbs of a dancer, but those of a woman who had walked through life with graceful endurance. There was an undeniable strength in the way her legs held her, in the way her body settled comfortably into the space around her.
 
"Leela’s beauty lies in the fullness of her body," Ahalya thought. "In how she embraces it, in how she moves through the world with acceptance."
 
Her arms were full, with soft muscle and a gentle curve at her elbows, contrasting sharply with Radha’s chiseled arms and Priya’s slim, delicate ones.
 
But there was strength in Leela’s arms, too, a tenderness born from years of work and the quiet, persistent strength of womanhood. Her fingers were slightly plump, gentle in appearance but still capable of performing delicate tasks with ease.
 
As she stood before Ahalya, Leela was the embodiment of womanly wisdom, the kind that didn’t need to be flaunted, the kind that simply radiated from her every pore.
 
"Leela is like the earth, nurturing, steady, always giving," Ahalya thought, a sense of peace filling her chest as she watched the quiet confidence in Leela’s stance.
 
Leela’s face was soft, serene, a reflection of the comfort her body seemed to offer. The lines on her face, though faint, were carved by years of gentle smiles and thoughtful contemplation. Her eyes were unblinking, unwavering in their understanding of the world around her.
 
Unlike Priya’s intense, searching gaze or Radha’s strong, almost challenging stare, Leela’s eyes were filled with a gentle knowing, an acceptance of life’s ebb and flow.
 
"Her face is the face of acceptance," Ahalya thought. "It is not untouched by time, but shaped by it, softened by it, like a river carving through stone."
 
Standing before her, Ahalya saw that Leela’s body was not something to be compared, it simply was. It was not sculpted, not perfect, not meant for display.
 
It was real and whole, a vessel of nurturing and understanding, as if it had absorbed every aspect of life’s challenges and rewards. 

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[shailu4ever]

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"Leela’s beauty is the beauty of acceptance," Ahalya thought. "It is the beauty of a woman who is at peace with herself, who has surrendered to her own truth."
 
And then, as all three women stood there, unclothed, Ahalya realized something profound: They were not just shedding their clothes. They were shedding everything they had held onto, their shame, their fear, their identity, all of it.
 
They were standing as vessels for something larger.
 
Ahalya felt a wave of self-consciousness wash over her. Her own skin felt too thin, too fragile, too exposed.
 
"Can I really do this?" she thought. "How do I stand here with no covering, nothing to protect me?"
 
Her eyes moved over the women, each of them whole, untouched by shame, and yet she could feel the tug of her own fear tightening around her chest. Her body, her flesh, suddenly felt like an enemy, something to hide, to cover.
 
But even in that fear, she knew, this was the moment. She had come to the Ashram to surrender. To release all of the layers that had been put over her, the ones that had kept her separate from herself, from the divine.
 
Meera stepped forward then, her voice calm, but firm. "Now you," she said, her eyes meeting Ahalya’s with a quiet understanding. "From this moment until the ceremony ends, you wear nothing.
 
 Skin is the first temple. Before we clothe you in the sacred color, we must honor what the divine has already given you."
 
Ahalya felt her breath catch. "Skin is the first temple." She repeated the words in her mind, but they didn’t seem real. "My body is a temple?"
 
The weight of the words settled in her chest, pressing like a sacred demand. "But how can I stand here without any protection, without any covering? How can I be exposed like this?"
 
But the moment felt like a sacred calling, undeniable, impossible to ignore. The time for questioning was over. Meera’s eyes were steady, not demanding, but inviting.
 
She did shower daily with others, but that was different, there no one was actually looking, but here all four of them are actively looking at her.
 
Ahalya’s hands moved to the edge of her EkVastra, and she hesitated.
 
"This is it," she thought. "This is what I’ve been preparing for, isn’t it? To shed everything. To stand fully in this moment."
 
 

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