The mirror loves us - an interactive Indian erotic short story

A modern interactive Indian erotic short story 💄 Choose how your desire unfolds...

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“I’m not letting you sleep tonight, Kriti…!” Ravi hugged me from the back as we returned from a cousin’s wedding, late at night.

We were both slightly drunk, and in a great mood. I was feeling flimsy, and light. I unpinned my pallu.

My hands moved up to his cheek as he nuzzled my neck, inhaling the night that had been, and that it promised to be.

“Mhhhhh…”

Ravi licked the side of my neck.

“Ahhh… baby…” I pushed my ass into his groin, arching forward.

That was all the encouragement my pallu needed to slip down..

We both faced the five foot mirror resting against our living room wall. We had barely made it past the entrance.

The emerald and rani pink from my saree dulled in front of the ruosh that was naturally forming on my cheeks, and I never wear make-up except kajal, moisturiser, and lipstick.

The long pearl jhumkas dangled as Ravi continued to move his hands all over my stomach, inching up fast now that my big mangoes threatened to burst through my blouse.

We watched each other’s reflection, not letting our gaze break even for a second as my hands snaked behind my back, feeling his hard-on even through his pyajama.

I smiled. He took his hands off me only for a few seconds, to untie his pyajama and pull his kurta off. But his gaze remained on me..

My curly hair was open; my thick mane falling over my back and shoulders, brushed to one side, looking like I was ready to be eaten, take, you name it.

Now stark naked, Ravi’s hands found me again. With my pallu laying on the floor, he accessed the hooks of my blouse with ease, and tease.

He watched as I melted with every hook that unhooked.

My breasts burst to their freedom, their shiny caramel bulges glistening with slight sweat in my cleavage. He pulled the blouse off my shoulders gently. I remained in the same pose, in front of him, both of us watching each other in the mirror, with nothing but my saree in between us.

I had slipped off my panties on the way up to our flat. Shhh.. it was a surprise for Ravi… :-)

His hands moved down my thighs, lifting my saree up slowly.. 

I turned my head to the right, meeting his mouth halfway. We kissed like we were kissing after ages.

Our tongues swaying and caressing the other..

Ravi had lifted my saree all the way up to my waist, but his eyes were closed, kissing me.

His fingers moved down my stomach.. Brushing past my skin.

He moaned into my mouth so gratefully when he received his surprise.

Unable to keep away, he broke our kiss and looked into the mirror.

His fingers traced over my naked pussy… we looked at each other for a moment, a silent thank you and welcome shared…

Ravi slid his finger between my legs, it’s tip vanishing between my labia…

“Ahhhh… Ravi….ahhh….” I wantonly parted my legs into a sexy triangle.

His fingers were already moistening from my precum…

Ravi rubbed my clit gently.. Taking his time… 

“Uffff…. Baby… Ravi… yess.. Don’t stop, baby, please…”

I whispered, parting my legs a little more..

I helped him keep my saree gathered by my waist, giving him the best access to where he seemed to be in a big rush to go.

Ravi rubbed his hard dick against my juicy slit.

Ravi turned me slightly, got on his knees, and licked my labia.

Suddenly, I said, “I want your dick in my mouth. Now.”