Misc. Erotica An Innocent Beauty

[Deepak.kapoor]

Shankar's Thoughts

Shankar sat alone in his small room; his thoughts, however, were anything but calm. He leaned back on the sofa, replaying every moment of his recent encounter with Riya, the sensations fresh in his mind.


His hand absently ran across his thigh, almost as if to remember the feeling of her soft, fair skin beneath his fingers. He still couldn't believe how far things had gone—how he had touched her, how her body had felt against his. The way she hadn’t resisted when he placed his hand on her thigh, when he kissed her neck, and especially when his hands had touched her breasts. It was a forbidden thrill, unlike anything he had experienced in years.


Riya was so young and innocent—her beauty seemed beyond his reach, something meant to remain untouched by someone like him. Yet, here he was, recalling how she had looked at him and hadn't pulled away. It was as if she, too, had been curious and wanted to explore their unspoken feelings. That realization ignited a surge of satisfaction, filling him with power and excitement.


He thought about how she had looked when she helped him—her shirt slightly open, revealing a hint of her cleavage, her fair skin glowing in the soft morning light. The innocent, almost naïve way she had offered to help him had only served to fuel his desire. She had been entirely unaware of what her closeness and touch were doing to him. Or maybe she had known in some small way. The idea that she might be curious about him and want to continue this—just like he did—sent a thrill through him.


Shankar closed his eyes, letting the images of Riya’s body, her innocent yet curious gaze, and the softness of her lips fill his mind. She was so far above him in terms of status—young, beautiful, untouched by the hardships of life that he had faced. Yet, she had been in his arms, and he had felt her melt into his touch.


He knew he was treading on thin ice. Her father trusted him, and he had been a part of their family for years. But the desire for Riya, the temptation she presented, was something he couldn’t resist. He thought about how to proceed and draw her back to him. He would need to be careful and not rush things. He had to make her want him, to make her come back of her own free will. He needed to play his cards right.


Shankar’s eyes shifted to the small window in his room, the evening light filtering in. He was ready to wait for the right opportunity, to take his time and let this desire between them grow. The thrill of touching her, of seeing her respond to him, was something he craved now—something he knew he would not be able to let go of quickly.