Misc. Erotica An Innocent Beauty

[Deepak.kapoor]

Meera’s Unwanted Awakening

As the warm water cascaded down Meera’s trembling body, she leaned against the tiled wall, her breath coming in shallow gasps. The air around her was thick with steam, yet her mind was trapped in the cold, suffocating memory of what had happened earlier. No matter how much she wanted to forget, her body refused to let go.


Her fingers, slick with water, ran down her arms, then over her stomach, mirroring the path Vikram’s hands had taken. She shivered, feeling the ghost of his touch against her skin. She told herself it was just a memory, her mind replaying the nightmare, but deep down, she knew the truth—her body was responding again, just as it had when they had her in their grasp.


Meera shut her eyes tightly, willing herself to stop, to scrub away the sensations, but her fingers continued to move, tracing the same places that had been touched before. Her hands ghosted over her breasts, the way Arjun’s had, and to her horror, she felt her body react with an involuntary shudder. The warmth of the shower only intensified it, making her recall the heat of their rough, demanding hands.


No, this isn’t happening.


Her lips trembled as she exhaled sharply, her fingers brushing against the sensitive peaks of her chest. A gasp slipped past her lips, unbidden, unwanted, yet undeniable. She gritted her teeth, her entire body rebelling against her mind. The sensation was just like before—intense, forbidden, and shamefully thrilling.


She tried to stop and pull her hands away, but the memories were too strong. Her body was awakening to something it had never known—something primal, something she had only ever shared with Aarav in the softest, gentlest ways. But what Vikram and Arjun had done was different—it was rough, dominating, claiming.


And now, her hands repeated those same movements as if she were reliving it all over again.


Meera gasped, pressing her forehead against the cool tiles, her body betraying her again. Her thighs clenched, her stomach tensed, and an overwhelming heat flooded her veins. She hated how her touch, mimicking theirs, drew out feelings she never wanted to acknowledge.


Why? she screamed internally, her mind warring with her body. Why am I like this?


Tears mixed with the water as she continued, unable to stop herself. The shame, the guilt, the lingering sensations—they had left a mark on her, one she feared would never fade.


She thought of Aarav, of his gentle love, of the way he worshipped her body with tenderness and care. But it wasn’t his touch she was remembering—it was theirs.


Her breath hitched violently, and she bit her lip to stifle any sound. The pleasure forced upon her was now blooming of its own accord, and that realization shattered her. She couldn’t escape it. The betrayal of her own body was complete.


Finally, with a strangled sob, Meera pulled her hands away, stepping back from the stream of water, shaking. She turned off the shower, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her skin flushed, her body still tingling with remnants of what had just happened.


She gripped the edge of the sink, staring at herself in the fogged-up mirror. Her reflection looked broken, shattered beyond repair.


She had thought the worst part was over when Arjun and Vikram walked away.


She had been wrong.


Because now, they lived inside her.