20-06-2025, 03:06 AM
Abhi’s Inner World
He’d fallen, yes—but not because of the pose.
It was her.
Every press of her back into his spine,
the feel of her thighs moving with his,
the sound of her breath—hers—in that closed room.
The way she caught him,
cradled his fall,
then leaned in like she wanted him to taste her skin.
He kissed her.
She made him kiss her.
And the smile on her face afterward—that soft,
satisfied curve—burned into his mind.
It wasn’t arrogance.
It was knowing.
It was invitation.
She knows what she’s doing, he thought.
She’s in control.
And I don’t want to be anywhere else.
He looked at her again—barefoot, radiant, unreadable—and something inside him shifted.
Not exploded.
Not unraveled.
Just quietly, dangerously… shifted.
He’d fallen, yes—but not because of the pose.
It was her.
Every press of her back into his spine,
the feel of her thighs moving with his,
the sound of her breath—hers—in that closed room.
The way she caught him,
cradled his fall,
then leaned in like she wanted him to taste her skin.
He kissed her.
She made him kiss her.
And the smile on her face afterward—that soft,
satisfied curve—burned into his mind.
It wasn’t arrogance.
It was knowing.
It was invitation.
She knows what she’s doing, he thought.
She’s in control.
And I don’t want to be anywhere else.
He looked at her again—barefoot, radiant, unreadable—and something inside him shifted.
Not exploded.
Not unraveled.
Just quietly, dangerously… shifted.
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