Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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Happy Sankranti and Happy Pongal 

Wishing you a joyous and prosperous celebration as we welcome this season of new beginnings. May the warmth of the festival fill your heart with happiness, and may the harvest bring you success, peace, and abundance.

As we mark this special time, may it offer you fresh opportunities, cherished moments with loved ones, and a brighter path ahead. Whether it's Sankranti or Pongal, let's celebrate the beauty of togetherness and the promise of a bountiful year.

Happy Sankranti / Pongal to you and your family.

With Love

Shailu

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[shailu4ever]

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They stood there.
 
So close now that it felt deliberate.
 
Priya exhaled softly, shoulders relaxing for the first time since they had started. She set the rolling pin down, hands resting on the cool, smooth counter.
 
The faint brush of air from the open window carried the subtle scent of rain outside, mingling with the warm smell of cooked bread.
 
“That’s all of them,” she said.
Her voice calm. Her body not.
 
Ravi stepped behind her. Slowly. Carefully. Giving her space to retreat.
 
She didn’t. Instead, she leaned back, just slightly, until she could feel the solid warmth of him at her back. The contact was subtle but unmistakable.
 
Her breath hitched, then settled, a soft pulse of anticipation threading through her.
 
This time, she chose it.
 
Ravi’s hands stayed at his sides. His restraint was deliberate, reverent. He lowered his head, inhaling the faint scent of her hair, of flour and warmth and something uniquely hers.
 
The tiny rise and fall of her shoulders pressed against his chest was hypnotic.
 
Her dark saree clung to her form with effortless grace, the dark color fabric folding elegantly around her waist and dbanging over her shoulder in soft, fluid lines.
 
The delicate embroidery along the border caught the light, subtle yet mesmerizing, drawing his eye along the curve of her body.
Her blouse, fitted and rich in color, framed her slender arms and accentuated the graceful line of her neck and her breasts. The warmth of her skin beneath the thin fabric seemed almost to radiate outward, brushing against him with every slight movement.
 
"God, she’s breathtaking."
"And so close…"
 
The soft sway of the pallu as she adjusted her stance, the way it clung and then fell, revealed glimpses of the curve of her waist and the gentle line of her hips.
Her hair, dark and lustrous, spilled in soft waves down her back, brushing lightly against his chest as she leaned back. The subtle scent of jasmine mixed with the warm bread and flour, a heady combination that made his pulse race.
 
The slight displacement of the pallu as she adjusted her stance, the way it clung and then fell, revealed not only the gentle curve of her hips but a delicate strip of her waist, below her blouse.
 
A hint of her navel peeked out, smooth and round, framed by the deep color of her saree, accentuating the subtle hollow of her abdomen.

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[shailu4ever]

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Every subtle dip and rise of her breasts, the tautness of her waist, the softness of her skin, the curve leading down to her hips, drew his gaze, unrelenting.
 
Her hair, dark and lustrous, spilled in soft waves down her back, brushing lightly against his chest as she leaned back. The faint scent of jasmine mixed with the warm bread and flour, a heady combination that made his pulse quicken.
 
His gaze traced the delicate angle of her jaw, the smooth curve of her cheek, the softness of her lips, the exposed waist beneath the dark fabric, and the glint of mischief and calm in her eyes even when closed.
Every fold of fabric, every shadow and highlight on her skin seemed magnified, every detail a silent promise.
 
"I can’t… I can’t look away."
"Every inch of her is demanding attention… even without asking."
 
His lips brushed the side of her neck.
Not lingering.
Not demanding.
Just a soft, exploratory kiss that sent a shiver winding down her spine.
 
Priya closed her eyes. Savoring every single moment of that time, feeling the touch and the kisses.
 
Her head tilted instinctively, giving him space without asking for more.
 
Her hands tightened briefly on the counter, grounding herself in the cool surface as sensation rippled through her.
 
The warmth of his body, the faint weight of him pressing against her, the sound of her own slowed breathing, it all felt magnified, electric.
 
Ravi followed with another kiss, higher this time, near her jaw, then the gentle press of his lips against her cheek.
 
His breath was warm, steady, a whisper against the pulse of her skin. The scent of him, soap, flour, something uniquely his, lingered in the small space between them.
 
He rested his chin on her shoulder.
Not taking. Just being there.
 
She lifted one hand, closing it lightly over his forearm, slightly pulling him closer, holding his hand firmly. Just acknowledging him. The slight tension in her fingers, the warmth of his skin beneath her palm, sent another ripple of awareness through her.
 
They stayed like that for a long moment, breathing together, the day settling around them.
 
This wasn’t urgency. This was want held carefully, like holding a flame in cupped hands.
 
The quiet hum of the refrigerator, the faint ticking of the wall clock, even the residual warmth from the stove, all of it became part of their rhythm, a shared silence that spoke louder than words ever could.
 
When he finally kissed her cheek again, soft, lingering, she smiled, eyes still closed.
 
“Dinner’s ready,” she murmured.
He smiled too, unseen but felt.
“Yes, I am feeling it” he said quietly.
“Ummm…”
 
And for now
That was enough.

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[rajesh93]

Whispers and Flames

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Very erotic narration. Exciting and alluring.

[rajesh93]

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Happy Sankranti and Happy Pongal 

Wishing you a joyous and prosperous celebration as we welcome this season of new beginnings. May the warmth of the festival fill your heart with happiness, and may the harvest bring you success, peace, and abundance.

As we mark this special time, may it offer you fresh opportunities, cherished moments with loved ones, and a brighter path ahead. Whether it's Sankranti or Pongal, let's celebrate the beauty of togetherness and the promise of a bountiful year.

Happy Sankranti / Pongal to you and your family.

With Love

Shailu

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Thank you Shailu

Happy Sankranti to you too. Have a great time with your family and friends.

[prasannas2001]

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Happy Sankranti and Happy Pongal 

Wishing you a joyous and prosperous celebration as we welcome this season of new beginnings. May the warmth of the festival fill your heart with happiness, and may the harvest bring you success, peace, and abundance.

As we mark this special time, may it offer you fresh opportunities, cherished moments with loved ones, and a brighter path ahead. Whether it's Sankranti or Pongal, let's celebrate the beauty of togetherness and the promise of a bountiful year.

Happy Sankranti / Pongal to you and your family.

With Love

Shailu

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Beautifully written wishes. Thank you Shailu.

Your words carry the spirit of Sankranti... renewal, gratitude, and hope. 

Wishing you a very Happy Sankranti! May your stories continue to soar high like kites and bring warmth and inspiration to many more hearts.

Prasanna

[shailu4ever]

I understand the lack of motivation due to not many readers could cause such conflict but think about like this, every great storytelling  with uniqueness will take time to be appreciated.

Readers here are used to fast paced stories with content and depth also as they turn pages they would need to see story progress between story main characters. Here the emphasis is on every emotion you create here is being explained in micro scale so the true feelings are felt by the readers which is totally different than every other story here...not every one can appreciate the steady buildup in a micro scale so do not get disappointed for the lack of too many readers. Trust me when the story gets completed, and people read it from end to end they will truly appreciate the depth of emotion in it as they might not see it while it is progressing.

~RCF

Hi RCF Sir
 
Thank you so much for such a thoughtful and reassuring message. I’m really sorry I couldn’t respond over the last couple of days, I’ve been caught up with relatives and the festivities, but I wanted to come back to this properly because your words truly deserved a response.
 
I genuinely appreciate you taking the time to share your perspective. It helped put things into context for me, and you’re absolutely right, not every story is meant to be fast-paced. This one is close to my heart because of the emotional depth and the slow, intimate build-up I’m trying to achieve.
 
Your encouragement has helped me stay patient and trust the process instead of getting disheartened by numbers. Knowing that the emotions are being felt and understood, even by a few readers who truly connect with the intent, makes it all worthwhile.
 
Thank you once again for your belief in the story and for the motivation, it truly means a lot to me.
 
With gratitude and warm regards
 
-- Shailu
 
 

[shailu4ever]

Agree 100% with what Mr.RCF says!!!

Hi readersp Sir
 
Thank you so much for such a thoughtful and reassurance. I’m really sorry I couldn’t respond over the last couple of days, I’ve been caught up with relatives and the festivities, but I wanted to come back to this properly because your support truly deserved a response.

Your encouragement has helped me stay patient and trust the process instead of getting disheartened by numbers.
 
Thank you once again for your continued support.
 
With gratitude and warm regards
 
-- Shailu
 
 

[shailu4ever]

Oh god...you are one of the best writers here. The detailing is mind blowing. 
I can't wait to read the actual intercourse between the lead characters.I'm pretty sure it will be as detailed as this.

Thank you so much for your continuous efforts.

Hi Strangerstf

 
I’m really sorry I missed responding to this earlier. It completely slipped through during the festival rush and family commitments, and I truly regret overlooking such a kind and encouraging message.
 
It is totally my bad.
 
Thank you so much for your incredibly generous words. Hearing that you find the detailing mind-blowing means a great deal to me, because so much care goes into shaping each moment and emotion. Your anticipation for the romance between the lead characters honestly motivates me even more, I’m taking my time with their journey, and knowing that you’re looking forward to it makes the effort feel truly worthwhile.
 
Thank you once again for your continuous support and encouragement. It genuinely means more to me than I can express.
 
With gratitude and warm regards
 
-- Shailu
 
 
 

[shailu4ever]

Wow Shailu, what an erotic scene. Very tempting narration.

Hi Rajesh
 
I’m really sorry I missed responding to this earlier. It completely slipped through during the festival rush and family commitments, and I truly regret overlooking such a kind and encouraging message.
 
Thank you so much. I’m really glad the scene resonated with you. It means a lot to know that the narration felt tempting and engaging, that balance of emotion and sensuality is exactly what I aim for. Your feedback truly encourages me to keep refining the experience for the reader.
 
Thank you for your continued support and ratings.
 
With gratitude and warm regards
 
-- Shailu
 
 
 
 

[shailu4ever]

Totally. This is really heavy.

Hi Rajesh
 
I’m really sorry I missed responding to this earlier. It completely slipped through during the festival rush and family commitments, and I truly regret overlooking such a kind and encouraging message.
 
Thank you so much. I’m really glad the scene resonated with you. Your feedback truly encourages me to keep refining the experience for the reader.
 
Thank you for your continued support and ratings.
 
With gratitude and warm regards
 
-- Shailu
 
 
 
 

[shailu4ever]

Priya

Hi
 
I’m really sorry I missed responding to this earlier. It completely slipped through during the festival rush and family commitments, and I truly regret overlooking your post.  
 
Thank you so much for posting the image. 

With warm regards
 
-- Shailu
 
 
 
 

[shailu4ever]

Very erotic narration. Exciting and alluring.

Hi Rajesh
 
Thank you so much! I’m really glad to hear that the narration came across as exciting and alluring. Knowing that the story is able to engage and draw readers in this way truly motivates me to keep exploring the emotions and intensity of the characters.
 
Your feedback means a lot, I really appreciate you taking the time to share it.
 
Thank you for your continued support and ratings.
 
With gratitude and warm regards
 
-- Shailu
 
 
 
 

[shailu4ever]

Thank you Shailu

Happy Sankranti to you too. Have a great time with your family and friends.

Hi Rajesh 
 
Thank you so much for your wishes. 

I really appreciate you taking the time to wish me "Happy Sankranti". 
 
Thank you for your continued support and ratings.
 
With gratitude and warm regards
 
-- Shailu
 
 
 
 

[shailu4ever]

Beautifully written wishes. Thank you Shailu.

Your words carry the spirit of Sankranti... renewal, gratitude, and hope. 

Wishing you a very Happy Sankranti! May your stories continue to soar high like kites and bring warmth and inspiration to many more hearts.

Prasanna

Hi Prasanna
 
Thank you so much for taking time and wishing me back. 
 
Your kind words truly mean a lot to me. I’m so glad to hear that my wishes reflected the spirit of Sankranti, renewal, gratitude, and hope.
 
Your wishes in return are deeply appreciated. May this festival bring you joy, warmth, and countless moments of happiness. I’m truly grateful for your encouragement, and I hope my stories continue to inspire and bring delight to wonderful readers like you.
 
Wishing you a very Happy Sankranti once again!
 
Thank you for your continued support and ratings.
 
With gratitude and warm regards
 
-- Shailu

[prasannas2001]

Oh god...you are one of the best writers here. The detailing is mind blowing. 
I can't wait to read the actual intercourse between the lead characters.I'm pretty sure it will be as detailed as this.

Thank you so much for your continuous efforts.

I agree 100%. You are the best writer I know.

[shailu4ever]

The Quiet Surrender

 
(Restraint faltering. Longing unspoken. Desire acknowledged.)
 
The kitchen was warm, the day outside fading to soft afternoon light. The chapatis lay stacked on a plate, their surface golden, steam curling faintly, the smell of food mingling with the quiet rhythm of the house.
 
Yet all of that, the work, the noise, the normalcy, felt distant, like a backdrop to something urgent in its stillness.
 
Priya leaned against the counter, hands lingering over the last clean surface. Her fingers twitched slightly, betraying her composure.
 
She could feel Ravi behind her, the heat of his presence pressing close, his chest almost brushing her back, the nearness both comforting and impossible to ignore.
 
She had tried. She had tried to keep restraint.
 
But the memory of their earlier kiss, the brush of lips that had seemed so soft, so impossibly close, kept rising inside her, every nerve alive with it.
 
Every heartbeat reminded her how much she had wanted him to stay near, and how much she had resisted, fearing the flood of feelings she hadn’t yet named.
 
Ravi’s hands moved closer, careful, reverent, tracing the air just behind her arms. She felt it, a whisper of warmth against her skin, and her breath caught sharply. She didn’t step away. She couldn’t.
 
He leaned closer, pressing his lips lightly to the back of her neck. A kiss deliberate, slow, lingering. The skin there shivered under his warmth. Priya’s pulse jumped; a low, insistent heat spread across her chest.
 
Her hand rose almost instinctively, brushing his forearm, fingers lingering there as if testing the air between them. A silent invitation, an acknowledgment of everything they had been holding back.
 
He rested his chin on her shoulder, cheek brushing hers, his lips trailing slowly along the curve of her jaw.
 
The heat of his body, the warmth of his skin, the scent of him, all of it pressed against her senses, unrelenting, drawing out feelings she hadn’t dared fully embrace.
 
Every motion was slow, careful, but electric.
 
The gentle press of his lips, the weight of his chest, the subtle warmth radiating from him, it all spoke a language deeper than words.

[shailu4ever]

 

Priya’s fingers curled lightly around his arm. She wanted to steady herself, to anchor herself in this closeness without letting go entirely. Yet her body was leaning in, responding to him as if it had known all along what she wanted but had simply waited for permission.
 
And then their lips met again.
 
Slow. Soft. Insistent, yet gentle.
Not a rush, not a demand.
A quiet surrender.
 
Priya closed her eyes, tilting her head just slightly. She could feel every curve of him, every subtle movement of his hands along her sides, the way he let the kiss deepen without haste. It was a kiss that carried years of patience, restraint, and finally, release.
 
Ravi’s hands slid to her waist, careful, tentative, memorizing the curve of her body without pushing, without overstepping. Every touch was deliberate, reverent, a conversation without words.
 
She could feel him in every nerve, the memory of their first hesitant touch in her mind, the brush of fingers at the counter, the warmth of hands in the water, all of it converging in this single, impossibly intimate moment.
 
Their foreheads pressed together, breaths mingling, hearts racing but measured. The kitchen seemed to shrink around them; the hum of the fan, the faint steam from the chapatis, the distant sounds of the street, all faded into a quiet focus on each other.
 
Ravi pulled back just slightly, pressing his cheek against hers, kissing her jaw, her temple, the corner of her mouth. Every brush of his lips was a question, a promise, a declaration of something he couldn’t yet speak.
 
Priya’s hands traced his shoulders, her palms memorizing the strength beneath his shirt, the subtle warmth of his skin. Her body leaned into his, instinctively, fully, despite all attempts at composure.
 
And then, when their lips met again, it was longer, deeper, a careful exploration of the closeness they had resisted for so long.
 
She felt her heart open in a way it hadn’t dared before, the caution, the fear, the boundaries, they all seemed distant now, irrelevant compared to the quiet need that filled the space between them.

[shailu4ever]

 
Ravi rested his hands lightly on her hips now, guiding her gently closer, not rushing, not demanding, but allowing the inevitability of this moment to settle in. The warmth of him, the rhythm of his breath, the soft press of his lips against hers, it all combined into something profound, tender, and unavoidable.
 
Her fingers threaded lightly through his hair, holding on without pulling away. It was a surrender not born of weakness, but of choice, of recognition that they could finally stop holding back.
 
The world beyond the kitchen no longer existed. The chapatis, the dough, the stove, they were part of life, yes, but now they were a quiet backdrop to the intimacy unfolding.
 
Ravi kissed her again, slow, reverent, tracing the line of her neck, pressing his chin softly onto her shoulder, and brushing his lips against her cheeks. Each motion was deliberate, a gentle exploration of closeness, a confirmation of the quiet longing that had been simmering all evening.
 
Priya tilted her head slightly, giving herself over to the warmth, the closeness, the careful passion that had finally escaped the boundaries of restraint.
 
And for the first time, both of them breathed freely in the presence of each other, the ache of longing finally given shape in the warmth of a kiss, the closeness of a body, the quiet surrender to what had been waiting patiently for them both.
 
They finally pulled back slightly, foreheads resting together, breaths mingling, hearts beating in tandem. The kitchen remained ordinary, the chapatis still stacked neatly, but everything had shifted.
 
The tension that had been held in check had now transformed into something undeniable, tender, and profoundly intimate.
 
Priya whispered, almost shyly:
“This… this feels like too much and not enough all at once.”
 
Ravi smiled softly, brushing his nose against hers, the kind of smile that held both awe and certainty.
“I know,” he murmured. “But maybe… it had to be slow, to feel this right.”
 
They stayed pressed together, anchored in each other’s presence, hands lightly holding, breath shared, bodies leaning into the closeness they had resisted for so long.
 
The ordinary had become extraordinary.
The moment, a quiet surrender they hadn’t known they had been waiting for.

[shailu4ever]

 
And then, when their lips met again, it was longer, deeper, a careful exploration of the closeness they had resisted for so long.
 
This time, there was no hesitation, no question. They both knew, knew with an unspoken certainty that the other wanted this as much as they did.
 
Priya felt the soft warmth of Ravi’s lips pressing against hers, a weight that was at once gentle and demanding.
 
His mouth moved slowly, exploring, tasting the edges of hers, seeking and finding a rhythm that matched her own heartbeat. Every touch of his lips sent a shiver down her spine, a delicious shiver that pulsed from her chest to her fingertips.
 
She could feel the subtle parting of his lips, the careful way he traced her mouth, and her mind blurred with sensation.
 
Ravi, in turn, was acutely aware of the soft resistance and yielding of her lips, the way she welcomed his press and mirrored his movements.
 
Her lips were tender, pliant, alive under his touch, coaxing him, drawing him in deeper, inviting him into a closeness he had longed for.
 
He marveled at how familiar and new it felt all at once, the same lips he had brushed in stolen moments now open, willing, and utterly present.
 
He traced the edge of her lower lip with the tip of his tongue, careful, as though learning its shape, memorizing its softness.
 
Priya caught her breath, the sensation almost too exquisite to bear, and her fingers rose to cradle his face, feeling the warmth of his skin and the subtle tilt of his jaw.
 
After a heartbeat, Ravi let his tongue brush against her lower lip, tentative, teasing, a tender exploration. Priya’s lips parted slightly, welcoming him, and a shiver ran through her as he moved slowly, caress by caress, letting the touch linger.
 
Every second stretched, every gentle motion a question answered by her own willingness.
 
He traced upward to her upper lip, moving with infinite care, never rushing, letting the path be guided by her reactions.
 
Priya felt the delicate press of his tongue against hers, the warmth, the slow intimacy of it, and her heartbeat quickened. The world narrowed down to the sound of their breaths and the press of their lips, every nerve humming with awareness.