The sun had just begun its descent, casting a warm glow over the city as the evening sky turned purple. Arnav, a tall and handsome man with confidence, sat alone in his apartment. His mind filled with thoughts of a certain woman.
He had always been a man of strong desires. Tonight, his lustful gaze was fixed on Greeshma, his father’s colleague’s daughter. Arnav couldn’t help but admire her from afar during the occasional family gatherings.
Greeshma was a mature and sophisticated woman in her mid-thirties. She exuded a sensual aura that captivated him. Her long, dark hair, flawless olive skin, and deep brown eyes had left an indelible impression on his mind.
But there was a problem. He was already in a committed relationship with his girlfriend, Maya. Yet, the temptation to explore his desires with Greeshma was becoming harder to resist.
As the clock struck seven, Arnav’s fingers hovered over his phone, hesitating for a moment before finally giving in to his urges. He typed a message, his heart racing with anticipation.
“Hey, Greeshma. It’s Arnav. I hope you’re having a great evening.” He hit send, knowing this simple greeting was just the beginning of what he had in mind.
A few moments later, his phone buzzed with her reply.
“Arnav! It’s been a while. How are you?” Greeshma’s response was warm and friendly. She was unaware of the storm of desire brewing in his mind.
“I’m good, but I can’t say the same about my patience. I’ve been wanting to talk to you for a while now.” Arnav’s words were laced with a subtle, flirtatious tone.
Greeshma’s curiosity was piqued. “Oh really? What’s on your mind, Arnav?”
“You, my dear Greeshma. You’ve been on my mind a lot lately. I can’t seem to shake this feeling.” He paused, his thumb hovering over the send button, wondering if he was too forward.
“Arnav, you’re making me blush. What do you mean?” Her voice notes, soft and husky, sent a shiver down his spine.
“I mean, I find myself thinking about you, fantasizing about what it would be like to be with you. I know this might be inappropriate, but I can’t deny my desires any longer.”
Arnav’s heart was pounding as he confessed his lustful thoughts. There was a moment of silence on the other end. Arnav feared he had crossed a line. But then, Greeshma’s reply came, taking his breath away.
“Arnav, I’ve felt your gaze on me too. I thought it was just my imagination, but now I know better. I won’t lie. The idea of you wanting me is exciting.” Her voice was breathy, and he could almost feel her anticipation through the screen.
“It’s more than exciting, Greeshma. It’s consuming me. I want to know what you’re wearing now, Daddy’s little girl.” Arnav’s voice deepened as he took control of the conversation.
“Oh, Daddy,” she cooed, playing along. “I’m in my silk nightgown, nothing special. But it’s getting hot in here, all thanks to you.”
“Take it off, baby. I want you to touch yourself for me. But remember, you’re not allowed to cum without my permission.” Arnav’s command was firm, his voice a low growl.
Greeshma’s breath hitched, and he could almost see her biting her lip in anticipation. “Yes, Daddy. I’ll do as you say.”
As she sent him a voice note, her voice trembled with desire. “I’m doing as you asked, Daddy. My fingers are playing with my nipples. They’re so hard for you. I wish you were here to suck them, to bite them gently.”
Arnav’s dick throbbed at the thought of her pleasuring herself for him. “Good girl. Now, slide your hand down, tease your clit. But remember, no cumming yet.”
“Oh, Daddy, I’m so wet already. My fingers are circling my clit, and I want to moan your name. I want to cum for you, please,” she pleaded, her voice a mix of desperation and pleasure.
“Not yet, my greedy girl. I want you to edge yourself. Tease that sweet pussy, but don’t you dare cum. I want to hear you beg for it.” Arnav’s voice was commanding, his tone leaving no room for disobedience.
Greeshma’s breathing became ragged as she obeyed his orders. “I’m touching myself, Daddy. My fingers are dipping into my wetness, and I’m so close. Please, let me cum, Daddy. I need it so much.”
“Not yet, baby. I want you to feel this ache, this longing. Rub your clit, but stop before you fall over the edge. I want to hear you beg some more.” Arnav’s words were a tantalizing torture designed to heighten her pleasure and frustration.
She whimpered, her voice a mix of frustration and pleasure. “Please, Daddy, I’m so close. I need to cum. I’ll do anything you say. Just let me release.”
“Such a good girl. Now, slide a finger inside, but only one. Fill yourself with my command. Tell me how it feels, baby.” Arnav’s voice was a soothing contrast to the fire he was igniting within her.
Greeshma’s voice quivered as she obeyed. “I’m so full, Daddy. My pussy is gripping your finger, imagining it’s you inside me. I want to ride your cock, please, Daddy, let me cum.”
“Not yet, my sweet Greeshma. I want you to edge yourself again. This time, I want you to imagine my tongue licking your clit, tasting your sweetness. But no cumming, remember?” Arnav’s words were a delicious torment.
“Oh, god, Daddy. I’m so close. Your tongue, your imaginary tongue, is driving me wild. I can’t take much more,” she panted, her voice husky.
“Beg for it, Greeshma. Tell me how much you want to cum for Daddy.” Arnav’s voice was relentless, pushing her to the brink.
“Please, Daddy, please! I need to cum. I’ll do anything. Just let me release this tension. I’m so close, so wet, and so desperate for your touch,” she pleaded, her voice breaking.
Arnav’s dick was rock hard, straining against his pants as he listened to her pleas. “Not yet, my naughty girl. I want you to keep edging, keep teasing that beautiful pussy. I want to hear you beg some more.”
Greeshma’s voice was a mix of frustration and raw desire. “I’m trying, Daddy, I’m trying. I’m so close, but I won’t cum without your permission. Please, I need your guidance, Daddy.”
Arnav’s commands became more intense as the conversation continued. Greeshma’s obedience only fueled his desire. He guided her through a series of sensual acts, each one pushing her closer to the edge of ecstasy without allowing her to fall over.
“Now, I want you to imagine my thick cock, Greeshma. Picture it sliding deep inside you, filling you up. But remember, you can’t cum until I say so.” Arnav’s voice was a seductive whisper.
Greeshma’s response was a moan of pleasure. “Oh, Daddy, I can feel it. Your cock is so big, stretching me, making me ache for release. I want to feel you thrusting into me, claiming me as yours.”
“That’s it, baby. Keep imagining my cock inside you. But remember, you’re not allowed to cum until I’m there to fill you up for real.” Arnav’s words were a promise and a punishment all at once.
The conversation continued, each message and voice note more explicit than the last, as Arnav pushed Greeshma to the brink of orgasmic bliss, only to pull her back at the last moment. The tension between them was palpable, and their desire was a force that threatened to consume them both.
As the night grew late, Arnav’s lustful game showed no signs of ending, and Greeshma, now completely under his spell, was more than willing to play along. The forbidden nature of their interaction only added fuel to the fire, and neither of them knew where this dangerous game of desire would lead.
But for now, they were lost in a world of sensual words and explicit commands. Their bodies aching for release as the night’s events unfolded in a tantalizing dance of lust and forbidden pleasure.
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