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The anticipation was killing Shiv. He had taken a bold step, a first in his life, asking for a woman’s number. Now, he anxiously awaited her response. The seconds ticked by. His mind raced with thoughts of Shreya, the captivating woman who had ensnared his heart.
He had met Shreya at his birthday party, a celebration of his coming of age. But it had unexpectedly turned into a life-altering encounter. When their eyes met, Shiv felt an instant connection, a spark of desire that ignited a flame within him. Impulsively, he had asked for her number, a move that surprised even himself.
Shreya, with her playful glint and mysterious smile, had left a lasting impression on Shiv. She was unlike any woman he had ever met—petite, with a sexy ass and cute, perky breasts. It hinted at a wild side beneath her innocent exterior.
Her Assam origins added to her allure. A hint of eroticism fueled his fascination. Shiv’s mind wandered back to the party, replaying the moment when she had taken her phone and saved his contact as “Shiv.” It was a bold move. It had left Shreya flustered but intrigued.
Her initial hesitation had quickly transformed into a game of playful banter. Shiv had teased her about her age, and she had returned the favour with a coy smile. But now, as the hours crept by, Shiv began to doubt his actions. He knew that Shreya was in a live-in relationship with her boyfriend, Anjo.
He couldn’t help but question the ethics of his desires. Was it right to pursue a woman already committed to another? These thoughts plagued his mind. But he couldn’t deny the connection he felt with Shreya. It was a bond that seemed to transcend the boundaries of convention.
Just as Shiv was about to give in to his doubts, his phone buzzed with an incoming message. His heart raced as he saw an unknown number, a sign that Shreya had decided to text him. But as he opened the message, he was met with a surprising twist.
“Who is this fucker? How dare you give your number to my wife?” The message was from Shreya. But it wasn’t the sweet greeting he had hoped for. Confused and slightly alarmed, Shiv quickly replied.
“Hey, it’s Shiv. I was waiting for your text. Happy birthday to me, right?” He added a heart emoji, hoping to lighten the mood.
Shreya’s response was swift and equally playful. “This is her husband.” she wrote, accompanied by an angry emoji.
Shiv couldn’t help but smile at her feisty attitude. “Well, in that case, I should get a birthday gift, shouldn’t I?” he typed, feeling a surge of boldness.
Shreya’s reply came with a series of adorable pictures of her and Anjo. They were cuddling, kissing, and laughing, a clear display of their love and intimacy. But the images served to fuel Shiv’s desire. He knew that Shreya’s heart was not entirely hers to give.
“This isn’t fair. You can’t hurt me on my birthday,” he wrote, his fingers flying across the screen. “I want a real gift, something only you can give.”
Shreya’s response was teasing and playful. “How do you know it’s me and not my husband?”
Shiv’s heart raced as he typed his reply, his words filled with conviction. “When I felt the connection, I’m sure you felt it too. It’s something special, and I know you feel it.”
The conversation intensified, and Shreya’s messages became more flirtatious. She asked him about his preferences, her words dripping with innuendo. “Are you a dominant or submissive lover? I want to know your deepest desires.”
Shiv’s breath quickened as he revealed his true nature. “I love to take charge, to dominate and pleasure my partner. I have magic fingers, and I know how to use them to drive a woman wild.”
Shreya’s curiosity grew, and her messages became bolder. “Show me, then. Prove to me that you’re as good as you say.”
Shiv’s confidence soared as he began to describe his fantasies. He painted a vivid picture with his words. He spoke of how he would tease her, starting with whispers and gentle kisses along her neck. He was making her shiver with anticipation.
He would then move to her ears, nibbling and sucking gently, sending shivers down her spine. “I’d take my time, exploring every inch of your body with my lips and tongue,” he typed, his words growing more intense.
“I’d pay special attention to your breasts, licking and sucking your nipples until they were hard and sensitive. I’d use my fingers to tease your clit, slowly at first, then faster as I feel you getting wetter.”
Shreya’s responses grew more breathless, her messages filled with desire. “Oh, Shiv… I can feel it. Keep going. Tell me more.”
Encouraged by her enthusiasm, Shiv continued his erotic tale. “I’d make my way down, kissing and licking my way to your sweet pussy. I’d use my tongue to part your lips, tasting your essence, and then I’d tease your clit with gentle flicks, making you squirm with pleasure.”
Shreya’s messages became more explicit, her words revealing her growing arousal. “Yes, like that… I’m touching myself now, imagining your mouth on me. Tell me what you’d do next.”
Shiv’s fingers flew across the screen, his words becoming more daring. “I’d slide a finger inside you, feeling your wetness. Then add another, stretching you, filling you up. I’d find your G-spot and massage it while I suck on your clit, driving you wild with pleasure.”
Shreya’s texts were now feverish, her fingers moving as she pleasured herself. “Oh, god, I’m so close. Keep going, Shiv. Make me cum.”
Shiv’s breath was ragged as he continued his erotic storytelling. “I’d use my thumb to rub your clit in circles, feeling you tremble. Then I’d slide my fingers in and out, faster and harder, until you’re screaming my name and cumming all over my hand.”
Shreya’s climax was evident in her texts, her words incoherent as she typed in the throes of passion. “Oh, fuck. I’m cumming, Shiv.” Shiv felt a surge of satisfaction, knowing he had brought her to the edge of ecstasy. “That’s it, baby. Cum for me. Let me hear you scream my name.”
Shreya’s response was a series of explicit emojis, a clear indication of her satisfaction. She sent him a video. Her fingers moved in and out of her wet pussy. Her eyes closed in pleasure.
Shiv’s cock was throbbing, his desire for her growing with every passing moment. He teased her further, his words dripping with seduction. “I want to hear you call me ‘daddy.’ It would drive me wild to hear you beg for more, calling me ‘daddy’ as I fuck you senseless.”
Shreya’s response was a playful challenge. “I’ll call you ‘daddy’ when you’ve earned it. Show me how much you want it, and maybe I’ll let you hear those words from my lips.”
The night grew late, and Shiv and Shreya’s conversation continued. Their messages were becoming more intimate and explicit. They shared their fantasies, their desires, and their deepest secrets.
Shiv learned of Shreya’s love for rough sex. Her craving for domination and humiliation. Her willingness to explore her submissive side. He teased her with descriptions of how he would tie her up, blindfold her, and use her body for his pleasure.
He spoke of spanking her ass until it glowed, leaving marks of possession. How he would make her beg for his cock, calling him ‘daddy’ with every plea. Shreya’s responses were filled with excitement and a hint of fear.
She confessed her conflicted feelings for Anjo and the security he provided. Her longing for the wild, uninhibited passion that Shiv seemed to offer. As the clock struck midnight, Shiv sent a final message. “Good night, beautiful. I hope you dream of me, and maybe, just maybe, you’ll call me ‘daddy’ in your sleep.”
Shreya’s reply came swiftly, her words a delightful surprise. “Good night, Daddy,” she typed, her message filled with unspoken promises.
Shiv smiled, his heart racing with anticipation. He knew that this was just the beginning. It was a first step into a world of uncharted desires. A passionate connection threatened to consume them both. As he lay in bed, his mind raced with thoughts of Shreya.
Her soft moans and the feel of her body against his. He knew that their story was far from over. He couldn’t wait to see what the future held for them, a future filled with lust, love, and the magic that only they could create.
The sun rose on a new day, and Shiv’s phone remained silent, Shreya’s words echoing in his mind. He knew that their connection was real. He was determined to explore the depths of their desire, no matter the consequences.
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