Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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Amit’s hand moved with gentle insistence, pressing against her breasts, his touch firm yet familiar, as though he were trying to communicate something without words, a promise of closeness, of belonging, of shared history.
 
Priya’s breath hitched, a flicker of warmth spreading through her body, but her mind rebelled, torn between the comfort of Amit’s touch and the vivid memory of Ravi’s lips, his urgency, the fire that had scorched her skin.
 
"Why does this feel so… different? Why does my body respond to Amit, but my mind, my heart, want someone else?" she thought, every nerve alight, every sensation amplified.
 
She could feel Amit’s desire, steady and patient, pressing against her, seeking her approval, her surrender, and yet it was impossible to ignore the phantom of Ravi, the ghost of need and hunger that clung to her senses.
 
Her fingers curled into Amit’s shoulders, trying to ground herself in the present, while her body betrayed her, responding to the closeness she craved but didn’t fully want right now.
 
Amit’s hands moved above her nightgown again, fingers pressing gently against her breasts, kneading and teasing with familiar, deliberate care.
 
The sensation should have been comforting, grounding, a touch shaped by years of intimacy, the kind of tenderness that usually made her feel safe and cherished.
 
And yet, as his hands moved, her body betrayed her, the memory of Ravi’s hands in the car creeping unbidden into her mind, urgent, bold, exploring her with a raw need that Amit’s gentleness could not replicate.
 
"His hands… Ravi’s hands… they were everywhere, insistent, claiming me in ways I never thought I’d let anyone claim me," she thought, her pulse spiking, heat blooming in her chest despite herself.
 
Amit’s fingers, traced patterns on her breasts around her aroused nipples,  she knew by heart, warm and familiar, but all she could see was Ravi’s boldness, the way he had held her breasts, pressed them, unrestrained and impatient.
 
The contrast made her shiver, a mix of guilt and longing tangling in her stomach, her mind and body split in two directions at once.
 

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