Erotic Sex chronicles (Collection of short stories)

[Bloodylust]

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I plan to write a set of short stories of various flavors. I like to know your taste. Let me know your taste through the poll.

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Sweet Swetha

[Bloodylust]

I will add the index here:

1, Deceit or Revenge?




Sweet Swetha

[Bloodylust]

Deceit or Revenge?
Part 1

“What the hell are you doing?”
“Just about done. I’m coming.”
“What a fate, I had to put up with you. Look at your sisters-in-law and learn something from them. You grown-up, but imbecile.”
Group of four ladies were chatting in the hall while Pavithra walked across them in complete humiliation. Two of the ladies looked mockingly at her and the other ladies felt pity as they looked at almost teary-eyed Pavithra. She almost stumbled as she carried the heavy bags, while the husband Krishnamoorthy proudly walked empty handed. Her mother-in-law offered to help her with the bags till the cab, but the man stared at her.
“You think she can’t carry the bags?”
Krishnamoorthy’s mother had great affection for Pavithra and always leaned in favor of her as she knew that she was ill-treated by her son. But he was always tough with her. Krishnamoorthy is 40-year-old guy massively built at a height of 6 feet 3 inches, weighing around 105 kgs. He married late. He was dark complexioned with a developing pot belly due to excessive drinking. Yes, he is always drunk. In fact, he is currently drunk already. He developed alcoholism in the past one year. He wanted to have a child as he was already 40 years old, but no success. His drinking habit is also a reason for the delay in children. He vented his frustration on his wife Pavithra.
Pavithra is a very traditional and obedient wife, aged 29. She always wore a saree with a modest blouse. Despite the lack of skin show or modern dresses, she always had a magnetic charm. She always wraps her saree around her shoulders and keeps her head down, but her eyes resemble silk Smitha. Since she is always fully wrapped, her body shape is not known to many, but the men try to measure her with all the visible features and it adds kick to them. But her husband knows her shapes and he knew he is the luckiest man in the town. She’s such a beauty. He is partly rude with her to dominate her to establish superiority as he was infested with inferiority complex. His massive physique actually helped him with the command. Even the area guys would be scared of him.
They got into the cab as they were supposed to travel to Pavithra’s parent’s home for her father’s retirement function. During their cab travel Pavithra try to avoid any engagement with her husband as she feared he might act rude in front of the cab driver.
“Are you cursing your fate for getting married to me?”
“What? No. No. Not at all. I… I… was thinking about my father.”
“Yes, you think about your father, you think about your brother, you think about the neighborhood boys. But you never think about me.”
The driver looked at her through the rear mirror and she felt embarrassed.
“Why are you thinking like this? I always think about you.”
“About me? Oh! Let me guess. You must be thinking when I will die, so you can have fun and live happily.”
“No. Why are you talking like this?” Her voice is almost choked with humiliation.
She looked at the driver to see if he’s looking at her.
“What? You like the driver?”
She was further getting humiliated. She wanted to end the conversation. So, she just nodded negatively and turned away to look out of the car window. She had tears in her eyes. The driver also felt sad for her. He thought that she’s such a beautiful girl to have been tied to such a beast.
“Focus on the driving.”
He always established himself as an alpha male to Pavithra and also the men in the neighborhood.
It was a busy lane at the railway platform. Lot of crowd and Pavithra took the burden of carrying the luggage while Krishna swung his arms majestically, walking in front of Pavithra. She was carrying a backpack, pulling a trolley and holding a carry bag holding their food. Krishna offered no help. Pavithra had no complaints about the load she was carrying, but she had some other burden in her heart which she could not bear. She navigated through the crowd with all the load, braving the lechers who tried to use her helpless situation, trying to feel her body. Krishna was so intoxicated that he did not care what happens to Pavitra. He walked ahead and spotted his compartment and signaled her wife to follow him. She dragged all the weight and tried to keep up. They booked a 2nd AC compartment.
“Have you ever travelled by AC compartment? I’m sure no. Enjoy the travel.”
She felt so degraded by his taunts. It’s a husband’s duty to facilitate a wife. He should not be proud of it. She did not respond as she had a lot to take care. Her husband coolly climbed into the compartment squeezing through a crowd of boys who looked to be returning from a college trip.
“Move, children.”
Krishna showed his arrogance.
“Side off, old man.”
A well build guy warned him and pushed him aside while he chewed on his chewing gum.
“Leave it Prathik. Let the old wolf go his way.”
All the boys laughed. It was the first time Pavithra saw her husband bullied by someone. She somehow felt happy inwards, although she was against any insult to her husband.
Krisha showed his angry stare which no one cared, and pushed him aside. He also kept staring and walked aside. He did not move his gaze away from them. He would not take any insult easily. He calmly walked past the boys and spotted their seats, while Pavithra still struggled to pulled the luggage on hand. As she reached the entrance, the boys stood at the way. She was dressed in a traditional saree with her head covered. She tried to climb the compartment, but it was difficult with all the load. She tried to push them into the train, but it was difficult as it was heavy. She struggled to lift the load and push it inside. Somehow, she lifted the luggage and placed it inside the compartment, but the boys were standing at the entrance. She held the holding rod but was unable to pull up as she was having a heavy backpack on her shoulders. Suddenly a strong hand held her hand and gripped her wrist.
“Need help, madam?”
It was the same guy who bullied her husband. She was supposed to be angry at him, but strangely she felt an unknown sense of relief. But she maintained a serious face as she stepped into the compartment. But she unknowingly stamped the edge of her saree her Mundhanai (pallu) and her beautiful face was revealed. Prathik was stunned as a stone. He stood their frozen while he did not miss a wink at the beauty in front of him. As she struggled to regain her position she lost more of her robe. Her blouse clad breasts came in his view as her pallu moved off her shoulder. He was smitten by the sexy sight. He stepped forward towards her, but she dodged him and moved past him. She dragged the weight to their seat and tried to push them below the seats, while her husband sat with cross legged. Prathik observed her plight.
“What a waste of a husband! If I were her husband, I would treat her like a queen and fuck her like a bitch, all night.”
As she used all her strength to push the luggage and, in the effort, her boobs swung in action. He held his cock and rubbed it. Pavithra incidentally saw his action and moved her gaze away from him angrily. She began to push the luggage hard, making some sound. Her husband got irritated.
“Idiot. Can’t you move the luggage without making some noise?”
Prathik got enraged om him, but he refrained from interfering and walked to the doorway.
“Hey Johnny. Give me a cigarette.”
“Even I need to smoke, buddy. Let’s get into the restroom.”
“I also need to smoke one.” Other friend Raj said.
All three walked into the restroom and locked it. They lit their cigarettes and started smoking.
“You know Raj? Prathik is so attracted by that lady who boarded the train some time back. He’s crazy for her.”
“Really? Anybody would be crazy for her dude. What an ass, what a sexy pair of boobs? I wish I would fuck her sexy mouth through her boobs. Getting goosebumps with that feeling.”
“Shut up Raj. Don’t talk like that. Poor lady.”
“Did you listen to what Prathik said?” Johnny mocked Prathik.
“Do you remember what you said about her some time back?” He further questioned Prathik.
“What did he say?” Raj asked
“I’ll tell what he said.”
“Shut up dude.” Prathik said smiling.
“What did you say? You wanted to drag her into the restroom and push her onto her knees and fuck her mouth like a bitch and cum all over her face. He wanted to push her onto the commode in a doggy position and fuck her while you squeeze her boobs and spank her ass while you continue to fuck her. You want to fuck her in all positions. And you know what else he said?”
“What?” Raj asked curiously.
“He wanted to fuck her on her berth, just above her husband’s berth. He wanted her to see her husband as he fucked her on his berth.”
Both Raj and Johnny laughed.
“Such a crazy and impossible wish dude.”
Someone outside was hearing all of their conversation with red eyes. Pavithra, who came to wash her face at the wash basin, heard all they spoke and was angry at what they spoke. She wanted to break the door and bash them all.
“Shut up dude. That was all before. Not now.” Prathik said.
“Oh really? You are a saint now? What changed buddy?”
“I really feel sad for her.” Prathik expressed concern.
“What can you do buddy? It’s her fate.”
“Need your help. I need to do something.”
“What do you want to do?”
“I want to smash that bastard’s face in front of his wife and crush his ego.”
“Whatever you want buddy. Tell us what we need to do.”
“You two just pick up a fight with him. Pin something on him.”
“That’s ok buddy. But what do you gain?”
“Not every time, we do something to gain something. I just want to see her smile. She deserves it.”
“Is that really you, Prathik? I’m surprised.” 
Outside the restroom, even Pavithra’s anger turned into admiration. 

Good luck,
Sweet Swetha

[RadhikaNayar]

Very good start. Hope to get many more such beautiful updates from you my friend.

[PELURI]

is this all or the story will continue...?