12-08-2025, 11:11 PM
Sirisha’s Tease
Ravi was still perched on the edge of the couch,
His body so still that he could’ve been carved from stone.
But it wasn’t the stillness of the room that held him, it was her.
Sirisha, stretched out in his shirt, her eyes closed, looked like a dream.
A soft, serene smile rested on her lips,
The kind of smile that made everything feel quiet, gentle, like the calm before a storm.
For a moment, Ravi thought she might have slipped into sleep,
The rhythmic rise and fall of her chest pulling him deeper into that quiet lull.
But then...
Her eyelids fluttered open, slow and deliberate.
The air in the room seemed to shift with that single movement.
Sharp, playful, glowing.
“You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?” she asked,
Her voice soft but laced with mock accusation, like she already knew the answer.
Ravi blinked, caught off guard, but his eyes softened as he tried to recover. “Enjoying what?”
“Don’t pretend, Mr. Ravi,” she replied,
Her voice dropping into that teasing cadence that made every word feel like a challenge.
She shifted slightly, making the hem of his shirt inch higher over her thighs,
The loose fabric slipping in a way that was casual but almost dangerously suggestive.
“You’re watching me like I’m a... painting. Bhayya”
Ravi was still perched on the edge of the couch,
His body so still that he could’ve been carved from stone.
But it wasn’t the stillness of the room that held him, it was her.
Sirisha, stretched out in his shirt, her eyes closed, looked like a dream.
A soft, serene smile rested on her lips,
The kind of smile that made everything feel quiet, gentle, like the calm before a storm.
For a moment, Ravi thought she might have slipped into sleep,
The rhythmic rise and fall of her chest pulling him deeper into that quiet lull.
But then...
Her eyelids fluttered open, slow and deliberate.
The air in the room seemed to shift with that single movement.
Sharp, playful, glowing.
“You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?” she asked,
Her voice soft but laced with mock accusation, like she already knew the answer.
Ravi blinked, caught off guard, but his eyes softened as he tried to recover. “Enjoying what?”
“Don’t pretend, Mr. Ravi,” she replied,
Her voice dropping into that teasing cadence that made every word feel like a challenge.
She shifted slightly, making the hem of his shirt inch higher over her thighs,
The loose fabric slipping in a way that was casual but almost dangerously suggestive.
“You’re watching me like I’m a... painting. Bhayya”
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