Adultery First Fire in Abhiram's Erotic Journey - Part 1

[shailu4ever]

She could feel the thrum of energy between their backs, the nearness that was no longer just physical.

Abhi, for his part, let his mind drift somewhere quiet.

He didn’t think of the mat or the pose or even her words.

He thought of her scent, her touch, the slow, careful way she had moved with him—taught him not just form but rhythm.

Invitation.

Trust.


“Close your eyes,” she whispered. “Let your breath guide you.”

They inhaled together.

Then exhaled.

Over and over, until the pattern was seamless.

A rhythm older than words.

He felt her ribs expand with each breath.

He felt her pulse through the soft cotton of her top.

They were no longer two bodies—they were one shared breath.

One shared space.


Her hand brushed his knee.

Not instruction.

Not correction.

Just… being.

“You feel different now,” she murmured.

“How so?” he asked softly.

“You’re not holding back anymore.”

Neither was she.

He could feel it in the way her spine curved just a bit more into his.

The way her breath caught when he shifted slightly.

The way her hand didn’t move away.

He opened his eyes.

But didn’t move.

The wind lifted again, brushing between them like a sigh.

He didn’t want to leave.

Neither did she.

The silence stretched, but it never felt empty.

It was full of everything they hadn’t yet said—yet.