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As I slowly drifted out of sleep, a warm, familiar sensation washed over me. My body felt lighter, completely at ease after the incredible sex and love-making with Karan. It had been so long since I felt this peaceful, this fulfilled. My sleep had been deep, undisturbed—something I hadn’t experienced in a year.
It was mesmerizing, like floating in a sea of calm. But even in my dreams, Karan was there, his touch lingering on me. I felt his mouth on my breasts, sucking gently. The pleasure rippled through me, pulling me back to the present.
A soft moan escaped my lips as I opened my eyes slightly. My hand instinctively reached for his hair. I threaded my fingers through it, holding him there, savouring the moment. His tongue and lips teased my nipples, sending sparks of desire coursing through my body.
It was amazing the way he knew how to awaken every part of me. The sensation of his mouth on my breasts felt incredible, like a continuation of the love we shared earlier. My body responded to him effortlessly, and all I could do was moan softly, completely lost in the pleasure he was giving me once again.
I glanced at the clock—4 PM.
What?! I slept for nearly five uninterrupted hours. That hadn’t happened in the past year, not even once. I couldn’t believe how deeply and peacefully I had slept. It was more than the rest. It felt like I had been transported to a place of serenity and calm that I had long forgotten.
This moment, this feeling—it was amazing, almost surreal. I felt light, renewed as if all the weight I’d been carrying had lifted. As I lay there, Karan still by my side, I realized something profound. I had found myself again. The Ishika, who had been lost in grief and exhaustion for so long, was back.
A peaceful, calm, and happy Ishika had finally resurfaced, and it felt like a rebirth. I was no longer trapped in the past—I was fully present, fully alive, and it was an indescribable relief.
What truly amazed me was how I had never, in my life, been woken up by having my boobs sucked. God, why don’t more guys know about this? It’s such an incredible way to be gently stirred from sleep. Girls are seriously missing out on this kind of pleasure—there’s something so intimate, so sensual about it.
Karan is different, though. He seems to instinctively know what I’ve never thought to ask for or even imagine experiencing. Every moment with him is new, exciting, and utterly fulfilling. I couldn’t have dreamed of a better way to celebrate my birthday. This truly is the best one yet.
Karan smiled down at me and said, “Happy birthday, hottie.” His words made me grin, and I leaned in to kiss him, replying playfully, “I am indeed hot.” He chuckled, brushing his fingers through my hair and with that same mischievous glint in his eyes.
He said, “Yeah, I’ve known that from day one. I just wanted to make sure you realized it.” Hearing that, my heart fluttered. It was more than just a compliment. It was his way of showing me how much he cared and how he saw me all along, even when I had forgotten myself.
We kissed each other hungrily, our passion reigniting, and I couldn’t help but ask him, “So, what’s next on your agenda, Mr. Planner?”Karan smiled a hint of mischief in his eyes. “Well,” he began, “I’ve booked us tickets for a movie tonight. The show starts at 8, followed by dinner.”
I raised my eyebrows, curious. “That’s still hours away. So, what are we doing until then?” Without missing a beat, he kissed me again softly, then pulled back, his lips brushing my ear as he whispered, “Another surprise for you, Ishika. I hope you’ll love it.”
My heart raced with anticipation, excitement building as I wondered what he had in store for me next. Karan’s lips left a trail of warmth as he kissed his way down my neck, shoulders, and breasts. He lingered on my boobs, sucking gently and pressing them before moving lower to my navel and waist.
I was lost in the sensations, my body responding to his every touch. And then he stopped. I felt the bed shift as he got up, and then he said something that sent a shiver through me. “Don’t open your eyes,” he whispered. I could hear him moving around, but I had no idea what he was up to.
My heart raced in anticipation. Then, he leaned in close and murmured in my ear, “Don’t stop me or open your eyes.” My breath caught, my chest rising as I took a deep breath. Suddenly, he took my hand—and the next thing I knew, he tied it to the bedpost.
My mind raced. Did he just…? I couldn’t believe what was happening, but I didn’t stop him. Karan moved to my other hand, securing it as well. My pulse quickened. This was so different, so intense. I was loving every second of it. I felt myself submitting to him completely.
Thirty-six hours ago, I was just a widow, trying to piece my life back together. Now, here I was—tied to a bed, giving myself to this man who was awakening parts of me I never knew existed. Instead of resisting, I moaned his name, surrendering, ready for whatever came next like a willing, submissive girl.
Karan didn’t waste a moment. He kissed, sucked, and licked every inch of my body, leaving me trembling under his touch. My back arched, my breasts lifted toward him, and I couldn’t stop myself from moaning his name. Every part of me was alive with sensation.
It felt as though my entire body was begging for more. When his tongue circled my belly button and his hands rubbed my thighs gently, I shivered. The next moment, he was sucking my boobs. Sliding his fingers inside my pussy, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me.
I was lost in him at this moment. Nothing else mattered. No birthday party, no gifts, no phone calls, no food—just Karan. I wanted nothing more than for him to keep doing what he was doing. My body was responding in ways I hadn’t experienced in what felt like forever, and I loved every second of it.
I was so deprived of this kind of touch, of intimacy, that I couldn’t stop him, even if I wanted to. But the truth was, I didn’t want to. I craved every single thing he was doing to me. I felt like a submissive girl, willing to do anything Karan asked, surrendering completely to him.
All I could do was moan his name and let him take me how he wanted, loving every bit of it. I couldn’t believe the words just slipped from my mouth. What was I thinking? What had come over me? It was as if the naughty, submissive, and wild part of me had finally woken up, and I was letting her take control.
“Fuck my mouth,” I had asked Karan. In the very next second, I caught myself, my mind racing. Did I really say that? I felt both shocked and excited by my own words. This wasn’t me—at least, not the me I had known before.
But now, in Karan’s presence, this bold, uninhibited side of me felt completely free to surface. The anticipation of what would happen next made my heart race faster.
Karan smiled, that knowing, almost triumphant smile as if this was what he had been waiting for all along. He didn’t look surprised, just satisfied, like he had unlocked a hidden part of me.
“Yeah, Ishika,” he replied smoothly, his voice filled with promise, “I’ll fuck you a lot. In every hole, in every position, in every way you can imagine. I’ll make you feel exactly what you want to feel.”
Without hesitation, I whispered back, “A slut.”
The word hung in the air between us: heavy, powerful. It was like I had permitted myself to embrace that wild, uninhibited part of me fully. And Karan? He was more than ready to guide me through it. Karan moved closer, his dick brushing my lips.
I eagerly leaned in, kissing it softly at first, savouring the heat and the weight of it. My hands were still tied to the bed, heightening the sense of surrender. Without any hesitation, I parted my lips and let him guide his dick into my mouth.
I could taste him, the faint saltiness mixing with my growing need to please him, to give him the same pleasure he’d given me earlier. He moaned my name. I started sucking, feeling the fullness of him inside my mouth. Karan began to move his hips, thrusting gently at first.
Then gradually building up speed, fucking my mouth with an intensity that made my heart race. I closed my eyes and focused only on him and the sensations he was creating. Every thrust brought him deeper. I could feel his hardness pulsing against my tongue.
The more he moved, the more I craved it. I opened my mouth wider, sucking and licking, my tongue swirling around his shaft as he pushed further in. I gagged as he hit the back of my throat. But instead of pulling away, I leaned into it, wanting to experience more.
The sound of his moans and the way he groaned my name fueled my desire to be everything he needed at that moment. I couldn’t believe how much I was enjoying this. The feeling of being completely at his mercy, letting him take control as I gave in to the raw, primal side of me.
The memories of watching those porn videos flashed through my mind, where women gagged and moaned while being mouth-fucked, and now here I was, not just doing it but revelling in it. I never thought I could embrace this side of myself. But Karan had awakened something deep within me.
Something wild, uninhibited, and so deeply sensual that I couldn’t get enough. His pace quickened, and I could feel him throbbing in my mouth. I tried to take as much of him as I could, gagging and moaning. My mouth was full of his thick cock.
My own body was heating up with every second, every movement of his hips. I sucked him harder, eager to taste more of him, to be everything he wanted at that moment. I was completely lost in the pleasure of pleasing him, my inner submissive fully unleashed.
Karan groaned my name, his voice thick with need. He told me he was close to cumming. As he pulled his dick out, he asked where I wanted him to finish. I could still feel the intensity between us.
Without hesitation, I answered, “I’m at your mercy, Karan. I’ve completely submitted it to you. You own me, and I’m all yours. Do whatever you want, wherever you want.”
Hearing my words, he pushed his dick back into my mouth, fucking it faster and harder, making me moan around him. I was completely lost in the sensation, loving every second of being used like this. The pace was wild, his cock filling my mouth until.
Just minutes later, he pulled out again, positioning himself close to my face. I knew what was coming and closed my eyes, anticipation building. A second later, I felt the warm gush of his cum splash across my face, marking me, owning me in a way I’d never imagined possible.
The sensation made me gasp softly as the realization hit me. What had I become in just one day? From a quiet, introverted, shy widow, I had transformed into a submissive, slutty version of myself. Karan had awakened a side of me I never even knew existed.
Now, I was embracing it fully. What a transition this had been—an experience I never saw coming. Lying there on the bed, my hands tied to the bedposts and my face covered in Karan’s cum, I felt a rush of exhilaration. Damn, what a sight. It was the first time anyone had ever cum on my face.
The fact that I had given my full consent made it even more intense. I could hardly believe how willingly I had let myself go—let this wild, untamed part of me surface. It hit me then—Karan was the one who had brought out this side of me, the side I had never known existed.
There was something about him, about the way he understood me, that made it all so natural. His cum smelled intoxicating, and when I looked at him, his face told me everything I needed to know. There was lust, sure, but it wasn’t just that. I saw love, care, and—most importantly—respect.
He wasn’t just using me. He was giving me space to explore myself, to push boundaries I didn’t even know I had. I never imagined anyone would make me do these things, much less that I would follow so willingly. But with Karan, every move felt right.
Every touch felt like it was waking me up from a long slumber. I was completely his in that moment. It wasn’t just submission—it was liberation. I had never felt so alive. Karan gently cleaned my face, wiping away the evidence of our raw, passionate moment.
Then, he untied my hands, freeing me from the binds. Without a word, he pulled me into his arms, hugging me tightly. I melted into his embrace, feeling the warmth and security in his hold. Wow. What kind of man is he? He had just fucked my mouth like I was his slut.
He pushed me to my wildest limits. Now, here he was, holding me with such tenderness and care as if I were the most precious thing in his world. How did he do this every time? It was like he had mastered the art of knowing what I needed when I needed it.
I couldn’t stop the thought from crossing my mind—why hadn’t I met him earlier? I had spent so long closed off. But with Karan, it was as if I had finally unlocked something deep within myself. Every part of me, body and soul, wanted to submit to him completely.
With him, submission felt like the ultimate freedom. He made me feel desired, cherished and liberated all at once. I had never imagined I could feel this way. But now that I had, I never wanted it to end. My body was on fire with desire, my pussy soaked with anticipation.
I was no longer hesitant, no longer holding back. Boldness surged through me, and I leaned into him, whispering with raw need, “Fuck me, Karan. I want you so badly.” He looked into my eyes with that same mix of desire and challenge, his voice low and commanding. “I want to see how you do it yourself, Ishika.”
Without another word, he pulled me over him. I immediately understood what he wanted. I straddled him, positioning his hard, throbbing dick at my entrance. I slowly lowered myself, taking him inside. It felt like his dick was made for me, fitting perfectly as it slid deep into my pussy.
A moan escaped my lips, and I called out his name as pleasure washed over me. I began riding him, my hips moving in rhythm. I took control, his cock filling me with each downward thrust. The sensation was overwhelming, my body humming with the intensity of it all.
Karan’s moans joined mine. His hands reached up to grab my bouncing boobs. His fingers dug into my soft flesh as he squeezed them harder and harder, adding to the electric pleasure coursing through me. His eyes were glued to my body as I rode him. Watching the way my boobs bounced with each movement.
The look on his face, the way he groaned my name—it was all so intoxicating. Pushing me to ride him faster, deeper, wanting to give him every bit of pleasure I could. I felt completely wild, completely free, and completely his at that moment.
I rode Karan’s dick with everything I had, pouring every ounce of energy and desire into each movement. The shift from being tied up and at his mercy just moments ago to now taking complete control felt surreal. It was like we had blurred the lines between dominance and surrender.
I was savouring every second of it. My eyes were closed, lost in the overwhelming waves of pleasure and love coursing through me. The intensity of it all was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. As my body moved faster, I felt the familiar build-up deep inside me.
I was on the edge, ready to explode. “Karan, I’m going to cum,” I moaned, barely able to get the words out between gasps of pleasure. His voice was thick with lust as he responded, “I’m going to cum too, Ishika, once more.” And then it happened. We both reached that peak together.
I could feel his warm cum shooting inside me, filling me up. The sensation of taking him raw, feeling his cum pulse inside me, was wild, naughty, and yet, so incredibly romantic. It was like we were completely connected, our bodies and souls intertwined in this intense, intimate moment.
As the final waves of pleasure crashed over me, I collapsed onto him. My body was spent but utterly content. Our skin pressed together as we lay there, still connected. Once again, we hugged each other in a tight, loving embrace. It was more than just sex—it was everything.
Love, lust, passion, and trust all wrapped into one unforgettable moment. I never wanted to let go. After a few minutes of resting in each other’s arms, we decided to head for a shower. The warm water cascading down our bodies felt like a refreshing reset after everything we’d just shared.
I felt lighter, more alive, and even more connected to Karan. When I came back into the bedroom, I saw Karan rifling through my wardrobe, his expression focused. Curious, I asked, “What are you looking for?”
He glanced at me with that familiar playful smirk and said, “I’m sure you haven’t tried anything naughty outside of home, right?” I confirmed, shaking my head with a smile.
“Well,” he continued, his eyes gleaming with excitement, “I’m going to change that. I’ll make you experience just how thrilling it can be to try something outside your comfort zone.”
I was surprised and a bit nervous, but there was also a thrill of anticipation. I trusted him completely, and his confidence reassured me. “What do you have in mind?” I asked, my curiosity piqued.
He smiled, his voice firm yet teasing. “You’ll wear exactly what I tell you.” The idea of letting him choose my outfit felt thrilling in a way I hadn’t anticipated. After searching through my wardrobe for about 15 minutes, Karan pulled together an unexpected yet intriguing look.
He held up a black bra, black panty, black spaghetti top, a long Rajasthani skirt, and a white shirt. My heart raced at the combination, both modest and provocative at the same time. Then, with a mischievous grin, he added, “You’ll need to keep the shirt buttons open.”
I smiled, feeling a wave of excitement. I loved how he had thought of this look. Something modest enough for stepping outside but still gave him the freedom to be a little naughty with me. The idea of going out like this felt daring. But I trusted Karan completely. I was ready for whatever he had planned.
The End!
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