23-06-2025, 05:44 PM
“Good,” she whispered. “Now let go.”
Her hands moved again, fingers tracing along his ribcage, sliding to his waist, then down over his hips.
She paused, just for a moment, her touch lingering on the line of his body.
He could feel her warmth through the fabric of his shirt,
Feel the pressure of her hands
Her fingers gently pressing against his sides
Like she was memorizing every curve, every line of him.
And then, as if on cue, her lips brushed against his ear.
Just the faintest of touches, a whisper of warmth.
He exhaled sharply, his body trembling slightly.
He had never felt this vulnerable, this exposed, before.
But there was something in Meghana’s touch that made him feel safe.
She wasn’t taking from him.
She was offering something.
She was showing him how to surrender.
Abhi’s Feelings After the Pose:
Abhi sat still, his back still warmed by the imprint of her body
His chest rising and falling with each breath.
The room felt different now.
The air was heavy, saturated with everything unspoken.
He could still feel her on him
Her presence,
Her warmth,
The way her hands had moved over his body,
The way her breath had mingled with his.
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Her hands moved again, fingers tracing along his ribcage, sliding to his waist, then down over his hips.
She paused, just for a moment, her touch lingering on the line of his body.
He could feel her warmth through the fabric of his shirt,
Feel the pressure of her hands
Her fingers gently pressing against his sides
Like she was memorizing every curve, every line of him.
And then, as if on cue, her lips brushed against his ear.
Just the faintest of touches, a whisper of warmth.
He exhaled sharply, his body trembling slightly.
He had never felt this vulnerable, this exposed, before.
But there was something in Meghana’s touch that made him feel safe.
She wasn’t taking from him.
She was offering something.
She was showing him how to surrender.
Abhi’s Feelings After the Pose:
Abhi sat still, his back still warmed by the imprint of her body
His chest rising and falling with each breath.
The room felt different now.
The air was heavy, saturated with everything unspoken.
He could still feel her on him
Her presence,
Her warmth,
The way her hands had moved over his body,
The way her breath had mingled with his.
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