Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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Priya’s hands tightened slightly on Amit’s shoulders, an unconscious attempt to steady herself, yet she couldn’t stop herself from remembering the car, the dark confines of the back seat, the way Ravi had explored her assets there without hesitation.
 
How his fingers had seemed to know every inch of her breasts, pressing, exploring, leaving marks that lingered in her memory and now, on her skin, through Amit’s softer touch.
 
"It’s impossible… I’m here, with Amit, and yet I’m still with him, still feeling him, still wanting him," she thought, her breath growing shallow, heart racing.
 
Amit’s lips found hers again, warm, familiar, patient, coaxing her closer, but the fire that had sparked in her chest with Ravi was still there, smoldering beneath the surface, refusing to be tamed.
 
Her body responded in part, drawn to Amit’s steady touch, to the comfort of his presence, yet every brush of his fingers reminded her of what she had felt with Ravi, the hunger, the recklessness, the dangerous, consuming desire.
 
It was intoxicating and torturous all at once, and Priya found herself caught in the impossible tension between safety and surrender, loyalty and craving.
 
But Priya’s thoughts were everywhere too. Her hands tightened in his hair, but she wasn’t with him. She was with Ravi.
 
She could still feel his lips on hers, still taste him, still feel the burn of him, like he was still inside her, still consuming her.
 
"Why am I doing this? Why can’t I stop? Why do I keep thinking of Ravi? Why can’t I just be here with Amit? Why can’t I just feel this… with him?"
 
Her body responded, her chest rising and falling with quickened breaths, but it was as though her heart was in two places at once, beating for both men, wanting two different things. Her mind screamed for her to stop, but her body… her body didn’t want to listen.
 
Amit kissed her lips again, his hands now traveling down her body, pulling her closer, as if he could take away the distance she had put between them.
 
"I’m here, with Amit, and yet I’m somewhere else… with Ravi."
 
She couldn’t break free from it. She couldn’t escape the pull of what was forbidden.
 
Every brush of Amit’s lips, every movement of his hands, every whisper of his voice was both comforting and excruciating.
 
Her mind and body were in turmoil, suspended between desire and guilt, love and longing, reality and temptation.
 
"Why does it have to feel like this? Why can’t I just be here, fully? Why can’t I stop wanting what I shouldn’t?"
 
 

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