Stories

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.

I felt the contour of it so vividly even between the fabric of my basic hosiery. Lifting my short frill basic skirt higher, he found the edge and slid it down.

Ravi and I were asleep by 9:30 last night. Maybe that’s why I felt so well-rested when I felt Ravi’s arm snake around my waist softly, pulling our bodies closer to each other.

Rascal Ravi! Trapped me right where I wanted!

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

Ravi’s bulge pressing against me lovingly.. we both love sleeping by making the room very cold.. so in the early hours of today, I was a ball with my knees to my chest, and my man decided to envelope me, both of us wrapped in a burrito blanket.

His hands slowly roamed over my red kurta, over my stomach, moving up… I sighed…

He pushed his groin into my ass, his hard-on evident.

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

I remember clutching to our paisley print blanket, as I felt a hot orgasm build up in my core, distracted ever so slightly by the turning ceiling fan.