Previous Part: My Life Journey – Part 6 (First Real Intimacy)
Hello, I’m Rhea, and I want to share the true story of my life—my journey through pain, pleasure, and struggle. Read to understand the reality behind who I am today and the transformation I’ve gone through.
You read how we had intense and romantic sex, and we bathed together.
Let’s begin. He put on his shorts and went down to bring my luggage so that I could dress myself.
Later, I dressed in a deep red sari with a matching blouse that hugged my boobs perfectly. My hair was uncombed, my makeup was subtle yet striking, and I put Sindur on it.
As I stood before him, “You look stunning,” he said. “So simple, yet so breathtaking. I can see a tent in his shorts. He stepped closer, his arms circling me as he hugged me gently. I could feel the evidence of his desire, his hard cock pressing against my lower tummy, and my heart raced.
Slowly, his hands trailed down to the edges of my saree. As he began to lift it, I playfully swatted his hands, my cheeks burning. “You’re irresistible,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to my forehead before trailing his lips down to my lips.
He then asked for a quickie before I left. I said, “No.” But inside my heart, I could not resist him. His touch and kiss made me crave. I felt his hand slide along the fabric of my sari, carefully revealing more of my skin. I felt his hand again, moving my sari.
I hit his hand. Then he turned me, my breath quickened, and gently guided me to sit on the edge of the bed. I sat on the bed and tried to balance myself. He held my leg and moved up towards his shoulder. I fell over the bed, and my sari slid, revealing my thigh area.
His hands were firm as he adjusted my position. The soft rustle of fabric filled the room as my sari slid down, revealing my pussy. For a moment, I hesitated, but his gaze, filled with admiration and longing, reassured me. I was not wearing panties.
“You’re incredibly sexy,” he said softly. I liked how he pushed me to the extreme, unlike Aakash, who was a coward. I want him to dominate me. He put my leg over his shoulder and slid down his shorts with one hand. I was already wet by his act.
He pushed his hard, long, and thick cock inside my warm pussy in a single shot. As my pussy was lacerated and sore, I felt like he was pushing a hot iron rod inside my pussy. I screamed due to sharp pain, but he was not in the mood to stop. He started pushing in and out harshly like a dog.
He tried to press my breast, but I told him my clothes would get messed up. He agreed and kept on fucking my pussy mercilessly. He knew what lady liked. I begged for a hard and fast fuck, and my muscle was contracting. He was still ramming with full force nonstop.
I closed my eyes and moaned loudly, and kept on asking, “Deeper, please. Can you fuck harder?” He removed my leg from his shoulder and pushed it toward my chest. My knee was over my tits, and I felt my vagina was popping out. Then he adjusted his cock and started thrusting hard.
Every thrust was hitting somewhere deep inside me, near my core. I began to breathe heavily, clutching the bedsheet tightly as my body trembled under the wave of overwhelming sensations. Closing my eyes, I extended my head, shivering uncontrollably.
My body slowly relaxed. But deep within, I could feel my pussy walls contracting, each pulse igniting a spark of indescribable pleasure. It was a feeling beyond words—a sensation so intense I felt as though I were weightless, soaring in the sky.
At that moment, a thought crossed my mind. I wished I had found him earlier than Aakash. The tempo shifted as he picked up the marathon speed. His movements became harder and faster. With every thrust, I felt his dick reached places I never thought possible, sending jolts of pleasure deep into my core.
I felt as though he was touching my very depths. With one final wave of intensity, my release surged through me, leaving my body limp and trembling.
Panting and gasping for breath, I could feel him banging me uncontrollably for 5 minutes. With one powerful, deliberate motion, he pushed deep.
I felt the warmth of his juice spread inside my pussy, as though molten lava had erupted and filled every inch of my pussy. My pussy was continuously contracting and sucking his cock deep inside. He stayed there for a moment, unmoving.
He poured every drop inside my pussy, leaving me completely claimed and utterly spent. He removed his dick and made me sleep sideways, and pressed over my waist. Then, after around 5 minutes, we got up. I could feel juice flowing slowly over my thigh.
I wanted to wash, but he said, “Feel it till you reach home. It will keep your memory fresh.” I became shy. I loved his way of pushing me to the extreme limit. Eventually, the clock reminded us that time was slipping away. I reluctantly sat up.
“I need to head to the airport,” I said quietly, my heart heavy. He adjusted his shirt and ran his fingers through his dishevelled hair. He turned to me with a smirk. “Due to time limitations, I wasn’t able to give you the best pleasure today,” he murmured, his fingers tracing the side of my jaw.
“But I promise, someday soon, when time is entirely ours, I will give you what you truly deserve.” His deep and teasing voice made my already trembling body quiver even more. I blinked, still trying to process his words, my body betraying me with lingering tremors.
What? Still the best pleasure? My body was already leaking, my skin still burning from his touch. My mind struggled to piece together everything that happened in the last hour. My breath hitched as I finally managed to whisper, “There’s still more pleasure than this?”
His gaze darkened. “Yes,” he said, his fingers tightening around my wrist as he pulled me closer, “but only if you promise to let me do everything I ask. No hesitation, no resistance, no holding back.” My heart pounded in my chest. The thought of surrendering completely sent a delicious thrill down my spine.
If there was even more pleasure than what I had just experienced, how could I deny myself? My lips parted as I met his gaze, a silent battle waging inside me, but in the end, desire won. “I surrender,” I whispered. His smirk widened, his fingers grazing my lower lip before he leaned in, his breath hot against my ear.
“That’s my good woman,” he murmured, his voice dripping with approval, “full of desire and lust.” I turned my face away, suddenly shy, feeling the intensity of my openness. How had I become like this with him? How had he unravelled me so effortlessly?
The way he made me crave, the way he made me shamelessly surrender—it was intoxicating. I had never imagined intimacy could bring this much pleasure, could consume me so entirely. And the most thrilling part? There was still more. I had tasted desire before with Aakash.
But he had never been able to push me to my limits the way Eric did. Aakash had given me pleasure, but Eric… Eric made me crave. We went down to the car. The cool breeze did little to calm the fire he had ignited inside me.
As he unlocked the car’s door, “You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” he teased. His eyes gleamed with amusement. I bit my lip, knowing he was right. My mind was racing, wondering how much more he could push me. How much further could I go?
If what we had shared was the beginning, what would it feel like when time was truly ours? He slid into the driver’s seat and started the engine. He reached over, his fingers brushing my thigh, sending another jolt through me. “Just wait, sweetheart,” he murmured.
His fingers traced slow, deliberate circles over my thigh above Sari, the heat of his touch searing through me despite the cool air. “You think you’ve tasted pleasure? That was nothing. I haven’t even begun to show you what your body is capable of—what I can make you feel. But I will.”
He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear, making me shiver. His lips barely grazed my neck. “I’ll make sure you don’t just feel pleasure, love. You’ll drown in it. You’ll beg for it. And when you think you can’t take anymore, I’ll push you further until pleasure is the only thing you know.”
I gasped softly, my body betraying me. He chuckled, low and knowing, his hand squeezing just above my knee before sliding above, leaving behind a trail of longing. I stole a glance at him. You’re serious, aren’t you?” I asked, my voice softer than I intended, “About making me drown in pleasure?”
He chuckled, shaking his head as though amused by my doubt. “Sweetheart, you have no idea how serious I am. I’ve only just started with you. What we had today was a taste. A preview. You don’t believe me?” he mused, his smirk teasing. “You will. Just wait.” He patted over my pussy. I jumped.
I swallowed hard, pressing my thighs together as another wave of release surged through me. My body still throbbed with the aftershocks of our time together. Yet his voice’s promise and his act made me aching for more. I wish he had stopped the car somewhere and fucked me hard. But time was approaching.
Without warning, he slowed the car. I thought he was going to fuck me again badly, but he pulled into a small pharmacy. He turned to me, his hand brushing over my bare neck before he leaned in. “Stay here, beautiful. I’ll be back in a minute.”
I ran my fingers over my boobs, tongue over my swollen lips. My mind replayed every moment we had just shared. The way he had claimed me, the way he had whispered his promises. He pulled me back whenever I thought I had nothing left to give.
He was relentless, yet so intoxicating. Moments later, I returned to my senses as he slid back into the car, giving me a small bag. “Pills,” he said. “Take one now, just to be safe.” I hadn’t even thought about protection, but he had. I took the pill and obediently swallowed it with a sip of water.
“You always take care of me,” I whispered. His eyes softened, but his smirk remained. “Of course, sweetheart. I plan to ruin you, but I’ll do it right. I’ll take care of you while I do.” His voice was dark, laced with promise, sending a shiver through my weak body.
I looked at him, my breath shallow, trying to process the weight of his words. Ruin me, my body, ravish my holes? There was no hesitation in his voice, no room for misinterpretation. He had set his sights on my breast. Now, I was his to destroy—his to shape me, to rebuild into something that belonged to him.
The idea should have scared me. But instead, it sent a rush of heat pooling between my pussy. From the beginning, I had felt that pull toward him, that dangerous edge in his touch, his words. He hadn’t just wanted to take my body, to strip away every layer of resistance.
To claim my body so completely that I would forget who I was before meeting him. He had wanted to ruin me, wrecking my body, my limits, and my innocence to shatter the woman I was. Mould me back together with nothing but his name imprinted on every inch of my body, his mark on me.
But now, something had changed. I had given myself to him. I had surrendered my body—willingly, eagerly. And in return, he had decided to protect me, not to break me all at once. He would keep me safe because he wanted my body whole and strong.
He could push me further, stretch my limits, and take me to places I had never imagined. And break me again and again until he was satisfied. His fingers trailed along my thigh, the heat of his touch making my breath hitch. That wicked smirk tugged at his lips.
“You’re mine now,” he murmured. “And I won’t stop until you understand exactly what that means.” I swallowed, my breath unsteady. I had already made my choice. I agreed to be ruined by him, to fill all my holes by him. I knew, deep down, there was no turning back.
A blush crept up my neck at the possessiveness in his voice, “How did he manage to be so raw, so unapologetically carnal, yet so gentle at the same time?” But I loved it. I loved the way he claimed me, the way he made me feel wanted beyond just my body.
As he started the car again, my body was exhausted. Still, my mind was restless, replaying his promises over and over, “What we had just experienced was only the beginning. Then what awaited me when we had all the time in the world?”
He drove in silence for a while, letting my thoughts swirl unchecked.
My breath hitched as I felt his hand slide over my thigh once more. His thumb brushed slow circles that sent heat curling low in my belly. As we neared the Airport, he slowed the car and murmured.
His quiet voice demands, “Remember what you promised. No resistance. No hesitation. When the time comes, I want all of you.” I bit my lip, nodding slowly. “All of me is already yours.” We reached to the Airport. When I got out of his car, I felt his juice flowing little by little.
My petticoat was already wet, and I could sense new juice migrating through my thigh. I loved the way he made me feel today. We exchanged numbers and promised to stay in touch. He hugged me tightly, and his arms felt like they were in a safe heaven. I didn’t want to leave.
“Take care, Rhea,” he said, his voice warm yet tinged with sadness. I smiled through my emotions, touching his face gently. “You too, Eric.” My heart felt full and aching. I walked away, knowing that this fleeting connection had left an indelible mark on me.
As Eric turned to leave, something inside me stirred—a mix of longing and the ache of farewell. Without thinking, I called out his name. He stopped and looked back, his expression softening as our eyes met. Before he could speak, I ran toward him, closing the gap between us.
I reached for his face and pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss. Our lips met with an intensity that carried all the emotions we couldn’t express. His arms wrapped around my waist, holding me firmly yet tenderly. He tilted his head, deepening the kiss.
I felt him draw me closer as if he didn’t want to let me go. He kissed me with a mix of fervour and care. First, taking my upper lip between his lips, then moving to my lower lip, gently sucking. The moment was electric. I barely noticed the soft sting where he had bitten me earlier.
It was a reminder of the passion we had shared. His tongue traced the contours of my lips before slipping inside, meeting mine in a slow, intimate dance. I let out a soft sigh as our tongues intertwined. For a moment, the world around us disappeared.
He bit my tongue playfully, leaving a lasting impression that felt tender and bold—a goodbye memory I knew I’d carry. When he finally pulled back, his eyes were filled with emotion. He cupped my face and gently wiped away the tears that had begun to fall.
“Don’t cry, Rhea,” he said softly, his voice a soothing balm to my racing heart. “This isn’t goodbye forever.” He kissed my forehead, lingering for a moment as if to seal the memory. “Take care of yourself,” he whispered before stepping back. I stood there, watching as he walked away.
His figure grew smaller until he was lost in the crowd. My heart ached, and tears welled up again. But I wiped them away quickly, reminding myself to cherish our shared time. I went to the airport washroom, catching a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror.
My lips were swollen from the kiss, the remnants of my lipstick smudged and scattered. My makeup had streaked slightly, a testament to the raw emotions of the moment. Taking a deep breath, I splashed cool water on my face, letting it ground me.
I touched up my appearance as best I could, smoothing my hair and dabbing at my smudged mascara. I felt a renewed calm when I stepped out, ready to face what lay ahead. I walked toward the waiting area, my heart still heavy but filled with a warmth I couldn’t quite explain.
Soon, my husband would arrive, and life would move forward. But a part of me would always hold onto this fleeting, intense connection. The memories etched in my heart like a secret I’d cherish forever. As my hubby’s car pulled up, I reflected on the whirlwind of emotions I had experienced in the past 24 hours.
My heart was heavy, conflicted with guilt and longing. How could someone I had met only a day ago evoke intense and consuming feelings? My husband, who had been by my side for over a year, had always been caring—providing for me and ensuring my needs were met.
Yet, despite his kindness, he lacked the understanding of a woman’s emotional and physical desires. His way of loving felt functional, almost mechanical. Over time, I yearned for something deeper, more intimate.
On the other hand, Eric awakened a part of me I didn’t know existed. In just one day, he had made me feel seen, cherished, and desirable. Our connection, though rooted in physical passion, had left an indelible mark on my soul.
As I sat in the passenger seat of my husband’s car, I felt cold from his juice and it leaked again. I couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt for betraying my husband’s trust. But at the same time, I realized how my husband was unable to notice my swollen lips and mild hidden love bites over my neck.
Then, I couldn’t regret surrendering to the emotions and sensations Eric had stirred within me. His juice inside my pussy kept reminding me how far can an unknown guy bring me in this love crime. I was sitting beside my husband with his guy’s cum in my pussy.
When we stopped for lunch, and I stood, I again felt my pussy leak. We ordered a burger and a bite of the burger burned my tender lips and tongue. I winced and instinctively remembered Eric’s playful bite. The way his lips had lingered on mine. My husband noticed my discomfort and asked what had happened.
“I burned my mouth,” I said, expecting a gesture of concern. Instead, he simply nodded, “It’ll be fine,” and continued eating. His indifference stung, sharply contrasting how Eric had lavished me with attention.
I smiled to myself, masking the ache. I had found someone who understood me in ways my husband never could.
That night, as we arrived home, exhaustion overtook me. The memories of Eric’s touch, words, and lingering marks on my body replayed like a forbidden melody. My husband reached out to me in bed, but I turned away, claiming I was too tired.
I felt his disappointment but didn’t address it. I couldn’t. The truth was, I wasn’t ready to let him touch me—not while the reminders of Eric still painted my skin, bite over my tits, sting over my lips. The faint love bites on my lips and neck lasted over ten days, each a secret I cherished.
Every time I caught my reflection or felt the sting of the marks, I remembered Eric’s passion and tenderness. When my husband eventually made love to me a few weeks later, the experience was familiar but unfulfilling. It was over in minutes, leaving me restless and craving the intensity I had felt with Eric.
I couldn’t help but compare them—the difference in size, skill, and understanding. Eric had set a standard my husband couldn’t reach, and it deepened the divide between us. As planned I met Eric a day before my birthday. That day was more intense and shameful but loving and romantic.
As I resumed my studies, I rediscovered the independence I had longed for. During this time, my bond with Eric deepened into a passionate and transformative relationship. He awakened desires in me that no one else had, pushing my limits both emotionally and physically.
Meanwhile, I often visited Aakash’s shop, where his kindness and affection were evident. Though he tried to win me over with dinners and outings, he lacked the boldness and intensity that Eric effortlessly possessed.
While Aakash stirred desire in me, he could never quench it like Eric did. Eventually, he married, and our paths drifted apart.
My secret relationship with Eric continued for five years. It wasn’t just the physical passion but the way he made me feel truly alive and valued. He introduced me to new experiences, including elements of intense sex.
Each encounter was an escape from my mundane married life, a sanctuary where I could fully be myself. To avoid complications, I took precautions, opting for an implant to prevent pregnancy.
As time passed, I longed for a child, and Eric supported me, even renting a small house in my city to be closer. For two months, we shared intimate mornings filled with hope. When I finally conceived, my joy was immeasurable.
However, the truth couldn’t stay hidden. My husband, initially thrilled about the pregnancy, soon grew suspicious. During a heated argument, he confronted me. His accusation shattered any remaining trust, and despite efforts to salvage our marriage, we divorced a year later.
Eric stood by me, but the weight of our situation strained our relationship. After my child was born, I left everything behind, moving to India to start anew. My child became my anchor, giving me love and purpose.
Though life moved forward, the memories of love, betrayal, and lessons remained. In the end, I found peace, embracing the life I had built with the strength gained from my past.
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