Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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Feeling the warmth that still clung to them


Fragments of her day, her routine, so effortlessly human and real.

The simplicity of it made him pause, for a moment he was thinking that had worn these clothes.

A darker corner where things more delicate, more personal, were tucked away.

Ravi leaned in.

He could already feel the soft, heady scent of Neetu’s perfume lingering in the air

Mingling with the faint hint of sandalwood.

A subtle pulse of heat spread through him as he glimpsed what lay beneath the surface,

Fine lace, soft satin

The intimate garments that belonged to no one but her.

He reached into the basket, 

His fingers brushing over a soft fabric, delicate to the touch.

He pulled out a pair of black lace panties

Their edges intricately designed with an elegance that mirrored Neetu’s grace.

The fabric was smooth, almost impossibly soft, yet firm in its structure.

His fingers traced the delicate lace,

Each intricate pattern an echo of her femininity, her private beauty.

Ravi’s breath hitched in his throat as he held the panties between his fingers

The sensation of the silk and lace beneath his touch both foreign and intimate.

There was a strange reverence in his movement,

An unspoken acknowledgment that he was holding something sacred, something deeply personal.

His mind raced, the sudden proximity to her clothing,

To her most intimate belongings, igniting a fire that surged through his veins.

The soft curve of the fabric, 

The way it clung to his fingers like a secret, 

Made his pulse quicken. 


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