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Just as I clicked the stove on with milk on it, Ravi’s fingers found my warm waist below my t-shirt.

Making my fingers curl tightly around his nape. Making my ankle dig into his back.

Rascal Ravi! Trapped me right where I wanted! I was kneading the chapati dough in the kitchen around 6:30 earlier today… alone. The...

He alternated between squeezing them gently and flicking them.. and he took his time.

Ravi and I don’t plan date nights, or even sex. Almost every time, it’s organic, and so good.