Misc. Erotica An Innocent Beauty

[Deepak.kapoor]

Riya at the Café

Riya sat at the café table, surrounded by her friends, their laughter and conversation filling the air. There was a smell of coffee and freshly baked goods, but Riya found it hard to focus on anything they said. Her thoughts drifted back to her time with Shankar just moments ago, and she could hardly concentrate on the present.


Her friends were animated, talking about the latest gossip, sharing jokes, and asking her questions, but their voices sounded distant. All she could think about was the sensation of Shankar's hands exploring her body—the heat of his touch on her skin, the gentle pressure of his fingers against her thighs, and the way his lips had moved over her neck, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. She felt her pulse quicken at the memory, a tingling warmth spreading through her between her thighs that she could not shake.


She absentmindedly traced the rim of her coffee cup, her eyes glazed over as she replayed the scene. She could almost feel Shankar's breath on her skin, his whispered words echoing in her ears. How he looked at her—his eyes filled with admiration as if she were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen—sent shivers down her spine.


One of her friends nudged her playfully. “Riya! Are you even listening?” she asked, a teasing smile on her face. Riya blinked, snapping out of her thoughts. She forced a smile, trying to hide the heat she felt creeping up her neck.


“Yeah, yeah, I’m here,” Riya replied, though her voice sounded distant even to her ears. She tried to focus, nodding as her friends continued chatting, but her thoughts drifted back to Shankar. She remembered the way his eyes had darkened with desire, the feeling of his hand sliding over her breast—how she had allowed it, how it had awakened something inside her she had never felt before.


She couldn’t believe how bold she had been, allowing him to touch her like that. And the way she wanted more—the feeling scared her, but it also thrilled her. It was like a new world had opened to her, filled with sensations and emotions she never knew existed. She couldn’t ignore her excitement at the thought of returning to Shankar. She wanted to feel that feeling again, to experience how he made her feel—alive, desired, and powerful.


“Riya, seriously, where is your head today?” another friend laughed. “You’re acting so weird!”


Riya smiled awkwardly. “I’m just a little tired, that’s all,” she said, trying to play it off, but her thoughts betrayed her. Even as she spoke, her body remembered the feel of Shankar's touch—how he had held her, the way his lips had felt against hers. She felt her body warm at the thought, her heartbeat quickening in anticipation of seeing him again.


No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t forget the feel of his touch, the way her body responded to him. It was as if her skin still carried the imprint of his fingers, and she knew what had happened between them had changed her. She wasn’t sure where it would lead, but she knew one thing for sure—she wanted more.