Adultery Priya Didi

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She was, quite simply, the kind of beautiful the world rarely notices because it’s hidden in ordinary life.


Her skin was luminous, moon-pale with a golden undertone that seemed to glow from within, like sunlight filtered through silk.

It wasn’t just fair, it was iridescent, untouched by makeup, unspoiled by time.

Her face held that divine symmetry sculptors dream of: high cheekbones, a narrow jaw,

A sharp little nose that gave her an air of refined delicacy.

Her eyes were almond-shaped, soft brown with flecks of hazel and gold, holding a quiet mischief.

Framed in long, thick lashes, they always seemed half-curious, half-seducing.

Her lips were full and plush, naturally flushed, shaped in a way that made even silence look sensual.

When she smiled, rare, real smiles, there was something devastating in it.

Something that disarmed.

That haunted.

But it was her body that stunned most quietly.

Every inch of her bared form was sculpted by goddesses,

Smooth and round where it should be, gently tapering to elegant curves elsewhere.

The water clinging to her body clung not just to her skin,

But seemed to cling to the elegance of her breasts standing with pride  

Catching and scattering light in a thousand shimmering points.  

The nipples themselves were tiny buds,

Tipped with pink that deepened into rosettes kissed by the steam from the shower.

Her stomach was flat as polished ivory, toned muscle stretched taut across the rise and fall of each breath she took.

The delicate valley nestled between her hip bones disappeared seamlessly into a curve that led down to thighs like polished rosewood.

They were strong thighs, hinted at by faint lines of muscle that traced their length,

Culminating in calves that were full and rounded, 

tapering to feet with elegant arches and toes tipped with the softest blush pink.


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