Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

“Is this your go-to ‘casual Friday’ look?” she asked, teasing,


But her lips trembled with the undercurrent of desire she wasn’t even trying to hide.

Ravi’s throat tightened.

His body was on fire, and he wasn’t sure how to respond,

How to control the raging intensity building inside him.

She was standing there, in his shirt, his scent,

Her bare legs gliding beneath the fabric,

Exposed and yet covered in such an intimate way.

“Yeah… Sometimes,” he managed, his voice thick, barely a whisper.

Her eyes never left his. 

There was no teasing now, only raw, aching honesty.

“I like it,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her eyes searched his, and as she took a small step toward him,

The shirt shifted with her, sliding slightly over the curve of her body.

The fabric brushed her skin with each movement, and she tilted her head back,

As though savoring the moment, feeling every inch of him on her. “It’s like I’m wearing you.”

She paused. “It’s like I’m wrapped in you, like your scent is still on me. It’s... comforting.”

She let her fingertips trail over the collar of the shirt,

The fabric so thin that it almost felt like she was touching his skin.

“I know it’s the same shirt,” she murmured, almost to herself, her voice a mixture of awe and hunger.

“I can feel you in it. It’s like... I can feel your presence in every inch of it.” She hugged herself slightly,

Pulling the shirt closer around her, as if trying to embrace every part of him that still lingered there.

“Like you’re holding me all around.”

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