Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

 
Priya’s hands wandered lightly, brushing the muscles of his shoulders, letting him feel the subtle tremor of her excitement, the delight of being teased and adored at once, every small movement a playful, intimate signal.
 
“Ravi… yes… slowly… every second…” she whispered, her voice soft, breath trembling with desire. “I want to feel… every kiss… every touch… every heartbeat of yours…”
 
He obeyed, every nerve alive with delicious tension, the teasing, the intimacy, the playful devotion, as he moved toward the next hook, lips trailing over the warmth of her skin, tasting her, savoring her, worshiping her.
 
Every reveal made both of them ache, Priya with pleasure and anticipation, Ravi with longing and reverence, both caught in a slow, sensuous rhythm of teasing, play, and emotional surrender.
 
Her blouse clung stubbornly, deliberate, playful, a barrier that heightened desire, and Ravi worked slowly, teasingly, his lips lingering on the newly revealed skin after each release, letting Priya feel his devotion, his longing, his hunger, and his tenderness.
 
Priya’s soft sighs, the tremor in her voice, the flutter of her pulse, every small shiver pulled him deeper into the exquisite tension, making each kiss, each nibble, each gentle suck an intimate exploration, a celebration of their closeness, a sensual promise of the day ahead.
 
“You’re… making me… melt,” she whispered, voice trembling, playful, breathy, warmth radiating through every word. “Ravi… every second… every kiss… oh… yes…”
 
Time slowed in the golden light, the world beyond the room fading away, leaving only him, her, the blouse resisting, the hooks one by one giving way, and the intimate dance of lips, skin, and breath that bound them together so completely.
 
Her eyes glimmered, half-closed in pleasure, sparkling with mischief, teasing, and desire, watching him worship her slowly, passionately, playfully, and every glance, every sigh, every flutter of lashes made his longing deepen.
 
“Ravi…” she whispered again, voice trembling with delight. “Not yet… not all of it… savor it… savor me… every heartbeat…”
 
He obeyed, lips lingering over the soft skin just revealed, nuzzling, kissing, tasting, pressing gentle, reverent attention to every curve, every warmth, every inch, until the next hook called to him.
 
And there, in the golden light of Wednesday morning, with her blouse resisting, her body radiant and trembling, his lips worshiping each inch of her skin, the intimacy, teasing, anticipation, and longing built a delicious, sensuous tension, a promise of the uninterrupted day ahead, their day, theirs alone, filled with desire, tenderness, and slow, playful surrender.
 

-- oOo --

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[shailu4ever]

Wednesday Morning — Part Thirteen: The Last Two Hooks

 
The morning light lingered over Priya’s skin, golden and soft, catching every curve, every subtle contour, every delicate line of her body.
 
Ravi’s lips pressed to the warm skin just above the next hook, lingering, teasing, tasting, and nuzzling as though memorizing every inch.
 
Every breath she drew, every shiver she let slip, every small sigh was an invitation, a challenge, and a reward all at once.
 
Her blouse resisted slightly, deliberate and teasing, as if she herself was testing his patience and devotion, but he moved with slow, deliberate care.
 
One hook at a time, he freed her with his lips, kissing the skin revealed immediately, letting the warmth and softness of her body consume him, letting the anticipation coil tighter around both of them.
 
Priya arched slightly as the next clasp gave way, letting her back curve gracefully, every inch of her exposed to his adoration, and Ravi’s lips followed instinctively.
 
He pressed gentle, reverent kisses along the skin just unveiled, nuzzling her shoulder, her collarbone, the soft swell of her chest, letting each kiss linger, letting her pulse respond to his devotion.
 
She let out a soft hum, a mixture of delight and longing.
 
“Ravi… yes… slowly… savor every second…” she whispered, voice low, trembling, intimate, and playful, as though every word itself could ignite a fire in him.
 
He moved to the third hook.
 
This one was positioned lower still, right at the base of her breasts where they curved beneath, where the blouse ended and her bare midriff began.
 
As Ravi leaned in, he realized that this angle was the most challenging yet.
 
To reach the hook, he would have to press his face upward, into the soft underside of her breasts.
 
The moment he made contact, both of them gasped.

[shailu4ever]

 
His face pressed firmly against the lower curves of her breasts, feeling their weight, their incredible softness, the way they rested against his forehead and cheeks.
 
From this angle, he was surrounded by her, enveloped in her warmth and softness of the breasts.
 
Priya's hands tightened painfully in his hair as sensation overwhelmed her.
 
She could feel him there, pressed so intimately against her, could feel every breath he took as warm air against her skin through the thin fabric.
 
Ravi's teeth sought the hook blindly, his vision filled with nothing but the fabric of her blouse, his senses overwhelmed by her.
 
The hook was difficult to reach from this angle, requiring him to tilt his head, to press even more firmly upward into her soft and warm breasts.
 
As he worked, his nose and cheeks pressed into the soft undersides of her breasts, feeling their fullness, their weight, the incredible give of her flesh.
 
His chin brushed against the bare skin of her midriff, warm and smooth and quivering under his touch.
 
"Ravi," Priya moaned, her voice breaking.
 
"Oh God, Ravi, I can't...
 
this is..."
 
Her legs trembled, threatening to give way.
 
Only her hands in his hair and the wall behind her kept her upright.
 
The sensation was almost unbearable, his face pressed so intimately against her breasts, his breath warm on her skin, the gentle pressure as he worked at the hook.
 
Every nerve in her body felt alive, electrified, aching with need.
 
“Ah… you’re… perfect,” she whispered, voice husky, breath catching, letting her hand graze lightly over his shoulder, teasing the muscles beneath, the pulse racing in silent encouragement.
 
“Every kiss… every touch… every inch…”

[prasannas2001]

U forgot to mention the season.. winter .. summer .. spring or autumn...  You forgot the day weather it's windy or not ... Would you pls mention the where did Priya purchased the blouse from.. trailor name and what the trial or family used to do... Would love to know technical detail how fabric and blouse are made ..

I don't know whether you understand Telugu or not. 

ముత్యాల సరాలు starts with 


గుత్తునా ముత్యాల సరములు  
కూర్చుకొని తేటైన మాటల,  
కొత్త పాతల మేలు కలయిక  
క్రొమ్మెరుంగులు జిమ్మగా,


It says for people who doesn't like 

మెచ్చనంటా వీవు; నీ విక  
మెచ్చకుంటే మించిపొయెను;  
కొయ్యబొమ్మలె మెచ్చుకళ్ళకు  
కోమలుల సౌరెక్కునా?

Real beauty needs perception.
Insensitive people can’t value subtlety.
The fault lies not in the delicate thing, but in the viewer’s limited vision.


Prasanna 

[shailu4ever]

Excellent narration, ma'am.
Keep going. Ignore negativity.

It's common to have little negativity.Ignore it, ma'am. 


This is my humble request to you as the Shailu fans association president!!

Hi Strangerstf
 
Thank you so much for your compliments and constant encouragement. It truly means a great deal to me. Knowing that my narration and stories are reaching people like you makes every effort worthwhile.
 
As you rightly said, the negativity is inevitable in any creative journey, but messages filled with positivity, understanding, and support far outweigh it. Your faith in my work gives me strength, confidence, and motivation to continue telling my stories with sincerity and passion.
 
I’m genuinely grateful for your support, not just for this story, but for standing by me and my work consistently. Encouragement from readers like you reminds me why I started writing in the first place. Thank you for believing in me and for being such a wonderful supporter. It truly means a lot.
 
With gratitude and warm regards
 
-- Shailu
 
 
 

[shailu4ever]

I don't know whether you understand Telugu or not. 

ముత్యాల సరాలు starts with 


గుత్తునా ముత్యాల సరములు  
కూర్చుకొని తేటైన మాటల,  
కొత్త పాతల మేలు కలయిక  
క్రొమ్మెరుంగులు జిమ్మగా,


It says for people who doesn't like 

మెచ్చనంటా వీవు; నీ విక  
మెచ్చకుంటే మించిపొయెను;  
కొయ్యబొమ్మలె మెచ్చుకళ్ళకు  
కోమలుల సౌరెక్కునా?

Real beauty needs perception.
Insensitive people can’t value subtlety.
The fault lies not in the delicate thing, but in the viewer’s limited vision.


Prasanna 

Hi Prasanna
 
I don’t even know where to begin, your words truly touched my heart. Thank you, from the deepest place within me, for standing up for my story with such clarity, wisdom, and dignity. The way you expressed your thoughts, weaving literature, meaning, and sensitivity together, reflects not only your understanding of art but also the depth of your character.
 
Quoting ముత్యాల సరాలు was powerful and deeply meaningful. I don't know that before, but I just researched it and get help from google to understand the meaning of the poems you have quoted, it is so beautiful. It reminded me that true beauty, whether in poetry or storytelling, requires perception, patience, and a receptive heart. As you so beautifully conveyed, subtlety cannot be appreciated by everyone, and that is not a flaw of the creation, but a limitation of the viewer. Your words captured this truth with grace and intellectual elegance.
 
What moved me most was not just that you defended my work, but how you did it, with respect, intelligence, and emotional depth, without bitterness or negativity. In a space where it’s easy to react, you chose understanding. That choice speaks volumes about you.
 
Your consistent encouragement, thoughtful responses, and generous ratings mean more to me than you may realize. Thank you sincerely for the good ratings you continue to give my stories. For a writer, such recognition is not just validation, but reassurance that the work is being read with care and felt with sincerity.
 
As a storyteller, moments of doubt do arise, but supporters like you remind me why I continue to write with honesty and heart. Your belief in my work strengthens my confidence and reassures me that the right readers do connect, feel, and truly understand.
 
Thank you for valuing nuance, for recognizing effort, and for standing by my work so consistently. I am deeply grateful, not just for defending my story, but for being someone who understands the soul behind it. Your support and faith are truly cherished and will always remain close to my heart.
 
With gratitude and warm regards
 
-- Shailu
 

[shailu4ever]

 
He paused, pressing his lips gently against her skin, nuzzling the curve of her breasts,
the hollow in between her breasts, tasting her warmth, letting every nerve in his body memorize the softness, the scent, the life of her skin.
 
The blouse resisted, teasing, but each freed hook brought more skin, more warmth, more intimacy.
 
And with each revelation, their connection deepened, every heartbeat, every sigh, every breath shared in silent understanding and longing.
 
The third hook finally surrendered.
 
The blouse fell open significantly now, held together only by the final hook at the very bottom.
 
The fabric gaped wide, revealing the full, beautiful swell of her breasts barely contained by white lace, the deep valley between them, the way they curved and lifted.
 
Ravi pulled back slightly to look, and the sight made him dizzy with desire.
 
Her breasts were magnificent, full, perfectly shaped, straining against the delicate lace.
 
The bra pushed them up and together, creating deep, shadowed cleavage that seemed to draw his eyes like gravity.
 
Her skin was fair and flawless, glowing with warmth and arousal, a faint flush spreading across her chest.
 
Through the lace, he could see the darker shadows of her nipples, peaked and visible even through the fabric.
 
The bra itself was beautiful, delicate patterns of lace that somehow made what it concealed even more tantalizing.
 
The blouse hung open partially on either side, framing her like a picture, emphasizing every curve, every soft swell.
 
A new section of her radiant skin glowed before him, every inch a temptation, a reward, a joy to be worshiped.
 
He kissed the exposed area tenderly, nuzzling, pressing his lips, letting the warmth of her body flood him, letting her delight feed his own desire.
 
Priya’s back arched again, pulse racing, breath shallow, a shiver running through her body, each small movement a sign of approval, encouragement, and playful longing.

[shailu4ever]

 
“Ravi… every touch… every second… you’re… making me ache…” she whispered, voice trembling with anticipation and delight, eyes sparkling with mischief and desire.
 
Ravi obeyed, slow, deliberate, reverent, and playful, letting every motion, every kiss, every nuzzle be a statement of his longing and devotion.
 
He pressed against her warmth, lips tracing the contours of her exposed skin, revealing more of her slowly, sensually, as if the world itself had shrunk to only the two of them, the blouse, and the golden morning light.
 
Her hands lingered lightly on his shoulders, letting him feel the muscles beneath, the pulse of his excitement, a playful reminder that she, too, was savoring every second.
 
“Ravi… yes… yes… slowly… tease me… make me burn… make me want…” Her voice trailed off, soft, breathless, intimate, a caress in words alone, and he followed, lips and breath worshiping every inch she revealed.
 
Each freed hook brought a new revelation, a new thrill, and with it, the shared knowledge that their intimacy was a dance, teasing, playful, sensuous, and completely theirs.
 
He pressed gentle kisses along her collarbone, the slope of her shoulder, the swell of her chest, nuzzling the warmth, savoring the softness, drinking in her scent and skin, letting every kiss be a promise, a playful declaration of desire.
 
Priya leaned forward slightly, letting him nuzzle her neck, brushing her cheek against his hair, letting her pulse respond to his lips.
 
“Ravi… I… want… every second… every inch…” she whispered, voice trembling, playful, intimate, filled with longing, and he obeyed, lips moving over the newly revealed skin, teasing, pressing, nuzzling, worshiping, every motion a declaration of love, desire, and surrender.
 
The morning air seemed to shrink around them, filled with the warmth of her body, the soft sighs, the playful laughter, the gasps of pleasure,

[shailu4ever]

 

Ravi’s chest heaved, pulse racing, every nerve alive, every inch of him consumed by her.
 
They moved together in a slow, sensuous rhythm, the blouse resisting, teasing, every freed hook revealing more of her radiant skin, and with every kiss, every nuzzle, every playful pause, the tension and anticipation mounted, binding them together in exquisite intimacy, teasing, and desire.
 
Priya’s soft sighs, her breathy whispers, her trembling back, and the sparkle in her eyes fed his own longing, his devotion, his desire to savor every moment, every inch, every second.
 
He lingered on each new patch of revealed skin, pressing kisses, nuzzles, and soft, teasing breaths, letting her shiver and hum with pleasure, letting her enjoy every second as much as he did.
 
“Ravi… don’t stop…” she whispered again, voice soft, intimate, trembling, letting her hands brush lightly across his shoulders, teasing, inviting, affirming, every inch of her body alive with anticipation and playful surrender.
 
"One more," he whispered, his voice hoarse.
 
"Just one more, Didi."
 
Priya nodded, unable to speak, her entire body trembling with anticipation.
 
The final hook sat at the very bottom of the blouse, right where the fabric ended at her ribcage, just above where her bare midriff began.
 
Ravi leaned in for the last time.
 
His face pressed against her once more, but this time, with the blouse so loose, he felt even more of her softness.
 
The curves of her breasts rested heavily against the top of his head and forehead as he bent to reach the lowest hook.
 
The position put his lips and nose against the bare skin of her midriff, just below where the bra ended.
 
Her skin here was impossibly soft, warm, slightly damp with perspiration.

[shailu4ever]

 
Ravi could smell her more strongly here, the natural scent of her body, warm and feminine and utterly intoxicating.
 
His teeth caught the final hook, and as he worked at it, his forehead pressed more firmly against the underside of her breasts.
 
He could feel their weight, could feel how soft and full they were, could feel the way they moved with each shaky breath she took.
 
Priya was lost in sensation.
 
Her entire world had narrowed to the feeling of his face against her body, his breath on her skin, the gentle pressure of his teeth working at the hook.
 
Her hands in his hair trembled, her legs barely able to hold her weight.
 
"Please," she whispered, not even knowing what she was asking for.
 
"Please, Ravi..."
 
The final hook resisted for a long moment, and then, suddenly, it gave way.
 
And there, in the golden morning light, with her blouse undone completely hook by hook.
 
Her radiant skin revealed slowly, and his lips worshiping every inch, the intimacy, teasing, desire, and anticipation reached a slow, simmering crescendo.
 
The blouse fell completely open.
 
The two sides separated, hanging loose from her shoulders, held on only by the sleeves still around her arms.
 
The entire front of her torso was revealed, her breasts cupped in beautiful lace, her bare midriff, the elegant curve of her waist.
 
Ravi remained kneeling, his face still pressed against her stomach, breathing hard, his entire body taut with barely restrained desire.
 
Priya stood above him, trembling, exposed, beautiful beyond words.
 
For a long moment, neither of them moved.
 
Then slowly, reverently, Ravi pulled back to look at what he'd revealed.
 
And forgot how to breathe.
 
The day ahead, uninterrupted, full of closeness, passion, and surrender, stretched before them like a promise, and both of them knew with certainty that today, there would be nothing but each other, nothing but play, teasing, touch, and love.
 
 
 

-- oOo --

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[Kavyaraja]

After reading about the tension created by hooks, I no longer prefer buying blouses with hooks for my spouse—only zippered blouses from now on.

[shailu4ever]

Wednesday Morning — Part Fourteen: Playful Passion Over the Bra


 
The golden morning light spread the bedroom like a soft, intimate spotlight, painting every surface with warmth.
 
The room felt suspended in time, a private universe for the two of them.
 
Their movements, small yet charged with electricity, became a slow, teasing dance, each gesture deliberate, each glance heavy with desire and playful intimacy.
 
Priya’s chest rose and fell beneath the completely freed blouse, the fabric now a loose memory wrapped around her shoulders, and the delicate curve of her white lace bra accentuated the softness of her skin.
 
It framed her body like a sculpture in motion, every subtle sway of her hips and chest calling to him.
 
Every glance, every exposed inch of skin, every tiny shiver, every sigh, whispered invitation, longing, and playful surrender.
 
Ravi remained kneeling before her, unable to look away.
 
His eyes drank in the sight of her, the gentle curve of her breasts barely contained by lace, the rise and fall of her chest, the bare expanse of her midriff leading down to where the saree wrapped snugly around her waist, emphasizing the graceful flare of her hips.
 
He had seen her before, touched her, felt her, yet each new exposure felt entirely new, each small movement of hers an irresistible revelation.
 
Priya looked down at him, her breathing ragged, her body alive with desire, her skin glowing under the morning sunlight.
 
“He’s already tasted me, already known my body, yet here he is… worshipping me like I’m something sacred… something untouchable… something entirely his…” Her heart raced with a mixture of anticipation and playfulness, her lips parting slightly, every breath a soft invitation.
 
Slowly, deliberately, Ravi slid the unhooked blouse completely off her shoulders with his mouth, his hands are still restrained behind his back, letting it fall away like a forgotten layer of hesitation.
 
The soft rustle of fabric seemed to echo in the otherwise quiet bedroom.

[Kavyaraja]

Hooks chapter over
Lace chapter begin

How many posts will witness him removing the threads from her lace with his mouth? Waiting, curiously and tensely.

[Kavyaraja]

"...letting it fall away like a forgotten layer of hesitation" - sexollent!!!

[LovePookie]

wow slow burning cant wait for next

[siva_reddy32]

Hello  Shailu 
Your words don’t merely tell a story — they weave a spell.
Each sentence is like a gentle breeze that stirs the heart,
and every moment between Priya and Ravi feels like a secret whispered in moonlight.
You have the rare gift of turning desire into art —
not by showing it, but by making us feel it,
as if we are standing beside them, breathless and enchanted.
Your writing is not just sensual; it is lyrical,
a dance of emotions, longing, and tender power.
Please continue — for your words are a beautiful escape,
and we are all eagerly waiting for the next chapter. ✨❤️

[shailu4ever]

 
Now she stood in just her bra and petticoat, her fair, radiant skin glowing under the sunlight.
 
Every curve, every contour of her body seemed to demand notice, the fullness of her breasts, the narrow slope of her waist, the flared strength of her hips.
 
Her presence alone filled the room, and Ravi felt frozen in awe.
 
“She is… she is perfect… more beautiful than anything I’ve ever seen… more alive than the sunlight itself…”
 
Ravi’s lips lingered along the soft skin just above her bra, pressing kisses that were tender, teasing, reverent.
 
He nuzzled her shoulder, her collarbone, the top of her chest, letting each kiss linger deliberately, drawing a shiver, a soft gasp, a low hum from Priya that sent a thrill racing through his veins.
 
Priya arched slightly into him, hands resting lightly on his shoulders, teasing, letting him feel the tremors of her excitement, the rhythm of her quickening breath, the flutter of her pulse against his chest.
 
“He’s so close, so worshipful… every touch is a spark… I want him to take his time, to taste, to explore…”
 
“Ravi… yes… just like that… every second… every touch…” she whispered, her voice husky, playful, intimate, each word a spark igniting the slow, simmering fire between them.
 
Her lips parted, and the faintest shiver ran through her body, magnetizing him closer.
 
He obeyed, letting his mouth explore the soft skin of her magnificent breasts above and around her bra, kissing, nuzzling, teasing, every motion a slow, sensuous worship.
 
He traced the warmth and softness beneath the fabric, letting his lips linger on spots that made her arch, shiver, hum, and sigh with pleasure.
 
Every small movement of her body responded to his devotion, as if she were a living instrument tuned to his breath, his lips, his heartbeat.

[shailu4ever]

 
Ravi’s hands were still restrained behind his back, yet his mouth, lips, and breath became instruments of intimacy, teasing, coaxing, exploring, reverent and playful at the same time.
 
He pressed kisses along the gentle slope of her chest, nuzzling her shoulder and neck, savoring the delicate skin revealed beneath the bra hooks.
 
Each motion was a deliberate act of worship, each pause a moment of delicious tension, heightening the anticipation between them.
 
Priya let out a soft gasp, leaning slightly into him, letting his closeness press warmth into her skin.
 
“Ravi… oh… yes… every kiss… every touch… you’re… driving me crazy…” Her voice trembled, playful yet intimate, teasing yet utterly surrendered to the moment.
 
He pressed a long, tender kiss at the top of her breasts just above her bra, nuzzling the warmth, pressing his cheek against her soft skin, savoring her, letting the small shiver she sent through him anchor him in the moment.
 
The air around them seemed charged with longing and desire, alive with anticipation, trust, and playful intimacy.
 
Each movement, each brush of lips, each soft hum was a silent declaration of their closeness, a private ritual between two people suspended in a golden morning.
 
Ravi paused, lips hovering over the next patch of exposed skin.
 
He let her tremble, hum, and shiver, teasing her with deliberate slowness, letting her know that every inch of her was his to worship, every small response his to savor.
 
The bra acted as both restraint and invitation, keeping the tension simmering, a slow-burning promise that the full surrender of their day together was yet to come.
 
Priya’s hands drifted to his chest, pressing lightly, teasingly, letting him feel the steady beat of her pulse, the gentle tremor of desire and delight.
 
Ravi pressed kisses to the soft skin of her breasts, above her bra, nuzzling her warmth, savoring every subtle reaction.
 
The anticipation coiled tighter around both of them, binding them in a rhythm of playful, intimate exploration.

[shailu4ever]

 
“Ravi…” she whispered, voice trembling, teasing, playful.
 
“Not yet… not all of it… savor me… every second… every heartbeat…” Her breath brushed against his ear, warm, tantalizing, each word, each shiver, each gasp drawing him deeper into the exquisite tension that wrapped them like a cocoon.
 
He continued, lips brushing along her collarbone, nuzzling her neck, exploring the hollow beneath her throat.
 
His lips teased the edges of her bra with soft, careful kisses, letting her respond with small hums, gentle arches, and soft gasps.
 
Every inch of skin revealed was a moment of intimate playfulness, a slow, teasing promise that their full surrender was yet to come.
 
Priya leaned back slightly, letting her body brush against his, letting the warmth, softness, and pulse of her body wrap around him in a shared rhythm of anticipation and delight.
 
“Every movement… every small sigh… every heartbeat… it’s all ours, all ours alone…”
 
“Ravi… yes… every second… every kiss… every shiver…” she whispered, voice low, intimate, teasing, her eyes half-lidded in pleasure and mischief, letting him feel every flutter of desire, every pulse of her longing.
 
He kissed her shoulder, nuzzled her neck, pressed lips against the soft skin above her bra, letting the warmth and radiance of her chest consume him.
 
Priya shivered, hummed, and sighed softly, each motion an invitation, a tease, and a surrender, each breath a silent vow of intimacy.
 
Priya’s hand lifted, brushing gently over his chest, teasing, playful, intimate.
 
“Ravi… you’ve teased me so beautifully… every kiss… every touch… now… it’s my turn…” Her eyes sparkled with mischief and longing, voice low, breathy, intimate.
 
“Now… your banyan… it’s mine to remove…”
 
Ravi’s pulse spiked, every nerve alive, every inch of him trembling with delight, desire, and anticipation, while Priya’s radiant, teasing smile promised the slow, playful, sensuous surrender of the day ahead.
 
The golden morning light, the warmth of their flushed skin, the lingering taste of kisses, all wrapped around them in anticipation, leaving the next move, the next tease, the next touch ripe with intimate tension.
 
In that moment, they were entirely in each other’s orbit, playful, teasing, sensuous, devoted, fully aware that the day ahead belonged only to them, uninterrupted, unrestricted, overflowing with desire and closeness.
 
 

-- oOo --

.

[shailu4ever]

After reading about the tension created by hooks, I no longer prefer buying blouses with hooks for my spouse—only zippered blouses from now on.

Hi Kavyaraja

Thank you for the message, that genuinely made me smile.

But before you completely ban hooks for the blouses for your spouse, I’d say wait until the remaining cloths removed, then you can make the final choice. There may be a few more twists, pulls, and fastenings ahead that could change how you feel. 

For now, let’s just stay hooked to this Priya Didi story. 

I truly appreciate your continued support

With warm regards

-- Shailu