Misc. Erotica The Mechanic's Trap- By Novelist Casanova

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“Hands That Won’t Let Go”

The auto rattled gently through the early city hush, the world slowly waking up while ours quietly folded itself inwards.
We sat close, not touching at first — like two people pretending to be composed, when their hearts were whispering chaos.
And then, without a word, his hand reached across the thin divide and found mine. Fingers hesitant at first, then curling around mine like he remembered every time they had held me in silence, in heat, in love.
His palm was warm. Rough from years of work, but trembling now — with things he couldn’t say.
I looked down at our intertwined hands.
So simple.
So unbearably intimate.
I turned my face just slightly, letting the breeze lift the edge of my saree. It danced lightly against his arm, like a secret wanting to be told.
I felt him glance at me. Not with a stare, but a hunger held back. His thumb moved gently across my knuckles, and the air shifted. It wasn’t just sadness anymore.
It was longing.
Desire.
Memory disguised as restraint.
“Sudha…” he murmured, barely audible over the hum of the engine.
I didn’t reply. I just held his hand tighter.
Because in that moment, we both knew—
We were still each other’s weakness.
Still each other’s skin, breath, ache.
But this time, there would be no turning back. No closed doors. No hidden corners.
Just this last ride.
Just these last touches.
And the unbearable weight of letting go… while still burning inside.
“The Place Between Parting”
The auto turned down a quiet lane, cutting through a patch of half-forgotten buildings — their walls weathered, their windows blind. One stood slightly apart, its doorway open like a pause in the sentence of our journey.
I saw it.
Then I saw him see it.
And then I looked at him — just once.
I didn’t say a word.
I didn’t have to.
He turned toward the driver and, with a voice that almost sounded casual, said,
“Anna, oru stop pannunga. Bathroom poganum.”
(A stop please, we need to pee.)
The driver nodded, half-bored, half-embarrassed.
The auto slowed.
As we stepped out, the morning sun warmed the back of my neck, and my saree fluttered slightly in the breeze. Muthu brushed his hand against mine, his fingers slow — hesitant, but electric. We walked side by side, past broken tiles and shadows soaked in silence.
The building greeted us with stillness.
Inside, it smelled of dust and memories. The air was thick — not with fear, but with knowing.
This wasn’t a place of shame.
It was a place of what if.
He looked at me. His eyes said everything.
I whispered, barely audible, “Just a little longer… before you go.”
He nodded.
As Muthu began lifting my Yellow Chiffon Saree along with my Black Petticoat all the way above my waist from behind, and began pulling my Navy Blue Panties down, to make love to me one last time, and began inserting his cock inside my Pussy from behind and began making love to me, “mmmmmmmm mmmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmmm,” I began to moan, because I was enjoying myself and began I had made up my mind to enjoy myself as much as should because I would probably never see Muthu again.  Inserting his hands underneath my Yellow Saree Pallu as, Muthu began grabbing my Boobs over my Sleeveless Yellow Blouse and began enjoying himself making love to me, I started to get excited, and so did Muthu.  As Muthu began inserting his cock deeper and deeper inside my Pussy, “mmmmmmm mmmmm mmmmm mmmmmm,” I began to moan, as I was about to cum.  That’s when I noticed the Auto Driver hiding behind a wall and watching me enjoying myself bending over and getting love made by Muthu.  For a moment I wanted to pull myself away from Muthu, since I was already missing Muthu and this was probably the last time I was getting fucked by Muthu, letting the Auto Driver enjoy himself jerking off watching me get fucked and began focusing on Muthu. “Mmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmmm, I am gonna cum, Sudha, mmmmmmmmm,” as Muthu began moaning, inserting his cock deeper and deeper inside my Pussy, “mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,” I moaned, as I was about to cum.  The moment Muthu held my jaw and turned my face towards his right and began kissing my lips passionately and shot his cum deep inside my pussy, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa,” I moaned and I came all over his cock.