Arnav lay on his bed, his mind drifting as it so often did to the object of his deepest, darkest desire—Varsha. He was twenty-five now and had known this woman, his best friend’s sister, for almost six years. It had been an instant attraction when he first saw her at the age of nineteen.
She was a vision of exotic beauty, with smooth, dark skin that seemed to glow. Her lustrous black hair fell in perfect curls. Her big, dark eyes had pierced right through him that day. He had felt a stir in his loins that he hadn’t been able to ignore.
As he lay there, his hand subconsciously moved to his hardening cock as he remembered the first time he saw her. He had been a typical horny teenager. But something about Varsha had set his hormones alight. Maybe it was the way she carried herself with an innate grace and a hint of maturity.
Perhaps it was the hint of a challenge in her eye—whatever it was, she had hooked him, and good. Over the years, his attraction had grown into a full-blown obsession. He had fantasized about her countless times, imagining her submission to his every desire.
Oh, the things he wanted to do to her. She was older and more experienced, which only fueled his fantasies further. Of course, he had girlfriends over the years. At the moment, he was seeing Shweta, a playful, enthusiastic fuck buddy who was always up for a good time.
She was a perfect distraction. They had a great sex life, experimenting with different positions and scenarios. But even with Shweta’s talented mouth and tight pussy. No matter how creative they got, it was always Varsha’s face he imagined above him.
Her lips he longed to kiss, and her body he wanted to explore. Arnav always found himself yearning for something more, something only Varsha could provide.
Shweta knew about his infatuation with her friend and often teased him about it. She was cool with it, even encouraging, wanting to help make his fantasies come true. She had even suggested role-playing as Varsha, donning a similar style of dress and mimicking her elegant mannerisms.
It had driven Arnav wild. He had taken Shweta roughly against the wall, imagining it was Varsha’s soft skin beneath his hands. She had also suggested a threesome on more than one occasion. But Arnav knew that wasn’t what he truly desired.
He wanted Varsha and only Varsha, solely under his dominant control and no one else’s. Shweta’s large breasts had provided some comfort. But they were not the object of his true desire. He wanted to bury his face in Varsha’s cleavage, to suck and nibble on her dark nipples until she cried out his name.
One particular memory kept replaying in Arnav’s mind. It was a hot summer day, and he had been studying at his friend’s house. Varsha had been practising her singing in the other room. The sweet and melancholy notes of a Carnatic raga fill the air.
Unable to concentrate, Arnav had gotten up to get a drink of water. He found Varsha in the kitchen, a vision in a simple cotton saree.
“Oh, Arnav, didn’t know you were here,” she had said with a warm smile. “How are you?”
Arnav could barely stammer out a reply. His throat was dry as his eyes took in the sight of her. The saree clung to her curves, hinting at the shape of her hips and the swell of her breasts. A stray tendril of hair had fallen across her forehead, giving her an innocent yet seductive appearance.
“I-I’m fine,” he had finally managed to say. “Just getting some water.”
“Of course, help yourself,” she had replied, reaching for a glass from the cabinet. Their fingers brushed accidentally. Arnav felt an electric shock run through his body. He watched, captivated, as she filled the glass with cool water, her graceful movements only adding to his fascination.
“Here,” she had said, handing him the glass. Their eyes had met for a brief moment. Arnav saw something in her gaze that made his heart skip a beat. Or maybe he had imagined it—he couldn’t be sure.
Now, lying in his bed, Arnav groaned in frustration. His dick was hard as steel, throbbing with need. He reached down and began to stroke himself. His mind immediately jumps back to that moment in the kitchen.
What if he had taken her then and there? Pulled her close, crushing those soft lips with his, tasting the sweetness of her mouth. What if he had slid his hands under that saree, exploring the smooth curves of her ass, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh?
He wanted to tease her, make her wait, draw out her anticipation. He knew she would be wet already, her pussy dripping for him. The thought made his cock throb with need. He imagined tracing a finger along her inner thigh, slowly moving upward, only to pull away and leave her yearning for more.
Then, finally, he would give in to his desire and bury his face between her thighs. Licking and sucking until she cried out in ecstasy. He’d use his tongue to bring her to the brink, only to back off and deny her release time and time again. He wanted to taste her sweet juices.
Feel her squirm as he pleasured her with his mouth, his fingers, and eventually, his thick, hard cock. He imagined Varsha moaning softly. Her breathy voice sent shivers down his spine. “Arnav, someone might see,” she would whisper. Even as she pushed her body closer, grinding against his cock.
He thought about Varsha’s perfect, perky tits. Imagining palming them, squeezing her sensitive nipples as he fucked her. He wanted to hear her moans of pleasure, feel her nails dig into his back as she climaxed, screaming his name.
He pictured her ass, round and firm. He spanked her cheeks, leaving them a rosy red before delivering a sharp slap to her pussy. He was making her cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure. Arnav loved the idea of her being a submissive slut, ready to take whatever he dished out.
He fantasized about tying her up, blindfolding her, and teasing her sensitive body with ice, feathers, and wax. He’d use her favourite vibrator on her. Thrusting it in and out of her wet pussy. He would pinch her hard nipples, making her scream and beg for more.
But what he wanted most of all was to claim her ass. He knew Varsha was experienced. But he wanted to take her to new heights of pleasure, introducing her to the delights of anal. He imagined preparing her, licking and fingering her tight hole.
Slowly inserting a butt plug, making her gasp and squirm. When she was ready, he’d replace it with his thick cock. Fucking her slowly and sensually as she cried out in a mixture of pleasure and slight pain. And then, without warning, he would lift her.
Her legs wrapped around his waist as he carried her to his friend’s bedroom. She would laugh, a mixture of excitement and nervousness. Her hands clutched at his shoulders as he laid her down on the bed. With slow, deliberate movements, he would explore her body.
Kissing and nipping at her neck, trailing his tongue down to the valley between her breasts. Her skin would taste of spices and honey, driving him wild with desire.
“Please, Arnav,” she would beg, her voice hoarse with need. “I need you inside me.”
He would oblige, pulling the saree up, baring her smooth, shaved pussy. With one swift motion, he would enter her, filling her as she gasped and arched her back.
Arnav groaned aloud, his hand moving faster as he pictured himself pounding into her tight, wet heat. Varsha’s breasts would bounce with each thrust. Her nipples hardened as she clutched at the bedsheets.
“Fuck me harder, Arnav,” she would plead, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy. “Make me cum all over your thick cock.”
He would give her what she wanted, slamming into her with all his strength. The bed creaks with the force of their passion. Her juices would flow freely, coating his shaft.
He drove deeper and deeper, hitting that sweet spot that would make her scream his name.
“I’m close, Varsha,” he would grit out, his orgasm building like a tidal wave. “Where do you want me to cum?”
“Anywhere,” she would reply, her voice desperate. “Just let it go, Arnav. I want to feel you explode inside me.”
And with that, he would let go. His cock pulsed as he filled her with his hot, sticky cum. Varsha would cling to him, her nails digging into his back as she rode out her orgasm, her pussy milking his cock for every last drop. Arnav grits his teeth, his hand moving frantically now as he nears his release.
He imagined pulling out of Varsha’s pussy, his cum dripping from her well-fucked hole. As these thoughts raced through his mind, with a few quick strokes, he brought himself to the edge. Then, with a stifled cry, Arnav couldn’t hold back any longer.
With a few more swift strokes, he cum hard, spurting his release onto his chest and stomach. His body shuddering with the intensity of his orgasm. He groaned Varsha’s name. His voice was hoarse with desire, knowing that this was far from over and that his obsession would only intensify further.
Little did he know, Varsha, too, had her secrets and desires, ones that very much involved him and his dominant nature.
The story of Arnav and Varsha was beginning. The heat between them was about to ignite into an inferno of passion, lust, and erotic exploration.
To be continued, if you so desire.
I am Arnav from Bangalore. I love girls of my age, in the last teenage and someone in the mid-40s. Lovemaking is an art. You should enjoy it while making love. Even if it’s BDSM, one should get the approval of the submissive first.
Love to interact with like-minded people. Interested people can email me at [email protected]. See you soon.