Journey called life

• MYSTERY

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• Silent letter part 3

  May 31, 2022

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  May 27, 2022

• ” A single touch dissolves two decades of distance. Under a bruised purple sky, two souls bridge the chasm of “what if” to reclaim a love that time could never quite erase.” The last sliver of sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in bruised purples and smudged oranges. The air, heavy with the scent of damp earth and night-blooming jasmine, clung to us, a soft, invisible shroud. Ananya stood before me, her silhouette etched against the fading light, her sari a muted whisper around her form. Twenty years had stripped away none of the magnetic pull that had once bound us, only deepened it, imbued it with a raw, aching history. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat echoing the unspoken desire that had coiled between us since the first moment our eyes met again. You remember this place, don’t you? Her voice, a low murmur, barely cut through the growing dusk. It held a fragility, a wistful echo of a past we both knew we could never truly reclaim. Every stone, every shadow. My own voice felt rough, unused. My gaze devoured her, the curve of her neck, the way the breeze teased a stray strand of hair across her cheek. The memory of her, a constant hum beneath the surface of my life, now surged, overwhelming. We used to hide here, she continued, a faint smile playing on her lips, a ghost of her younger self. From our parents, from the world. Like it was our own secret corner of the universe. It always was. My hand, almost without conscious thought, reached out, hovering. The air between us crackled with an electric tension, a silent conversation of longing. Her eyes, dark pools reflecting the last vestiges of light, met mine, and in their depths, I saw the same desperate need mirroring my own. We were so foolish then, she breathed, her voice barely audible. So young. We thought we had forever. We did. We just… lost our way. My fingers brushed her arm, a feather-light touch that sent a jolt through me, a spark igniting a long-dormant fire. Her skin was soft, warm, yielding. The years dissolved, the village faded, and only Ananya remained, the center of my universe. Did you ever think of me? Her question hung in the air, fragile, vulnerable. Her breath hitched, a soft catch in her throat. Every single day. The words tore from me, raw and honest. My thumb stroked the delicate skin of her forearm, tracing the path a phantom tear might take. My gaze dropped to her lips, full and soft, just as I remembered. The unspoken question lingered between us, a heavy, intoxicating perfume. I did too. She leaned into my touch, her body a silent invitation. Her eyes fluttered shut, a silent surrender. Her hand rose, tentatively, to cup my cheek, her fingers cool against my skin. A shiver coursed through me. Ananya. Her name, a prayer, a plea, escaped my lips. Arav. Her voice was a whisper against the hum of the evening insects. My fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her gently closer. Her scent, a mix of jasmine and something uniquely hers, filled my senses, intoxicating. Our lips met, tentative at first, a soft brush, a question. Then, with a gasp that was both mine and hers, the question became an answer. My mouth opened over hers, hungry, demanding. Her lips parted, inviting me in. My tongue traced the soft curve of her upper lip, then plunged, seeking, rediscovering. Hers met mine, dancing, twining, a forgotten language rediscovered. A low moan escaped her, a sound that vibrated through my very bones. My hands slid from her hair, down her back, pressing her body against mine. The thin fabric of her sari offered no resistance, only a soft friction. I felt the gentle swell of her breasts against my chest, the curve of her hips melding with my own. The world narrowed to the feel of her body, the taste of her mouth, the frantic beat of our conjoined hearts. We shouldn’t, she breathed, pulling back just an inch, her eyes still closed, her voice a ragged whisper. The words were a formality, a last, desperate grasp at a morality already dissolving. We should. My lips found the hollow of her throat, tasting the salt and sweetness of her skin. My hands were already at the knot of her sari, clumsy, fumbling in the fading light. Her fingers, trembling, helped mine, guiding them. The fabric unspooled, a soft rustle, falling to the ground around her feet like discarded petals. The last of the light, faint and shy, revealed the pale curve of her shoulders, the gentle slope of her breasts. My breath hitched. She stood before me, vulnerable, exquisite. You are so beautiful. The words were a choked gasp. My hands reached for her, cupping her breasts, feeling the soft weight, the burgeoning hardness of her nipples beneath my palms. She arched into my touch, a soft cry escaping her. Arav, she pleaded, her voice thick with desire. Don’t stop. My mouth descended, capturing a nipple, suckling gently, then with more fervor. Her head tilted back, a silent offering. My tongue swirled, teasing, tasting, as my fingers worked at the clasp of her blouse, then her petticoat. Each layer of cloth falling away was a step further into our shared past, a deeper plunge into the present. Soon, she stood before me, naked under the vast, indifferent sky, her skin luminous in the twilight. My gaze traveled over her, lingering on the soft curve of her belly, the dark delta between her thighs. The scent of her, now fully unleashed, was intoxicating, a primal pull. My own clothes felt like a cage, a barrier to the warmth I craved. With fumbling hands, I shed them, eager to feel her skin against mine, unhindered. Her eyes, now open, devoured me, tracing the lines of my body, lingering on the hard ridge of my cock, already thick and throbbing with anticipation. A flush spread across her cheeks, a shy, yet hungry acknowledgment. Come here, I urged, my voice rough with need. She stepped into my embrace, her body pressing against mine. The contact was electric, a shockwave of sensation. Her soft breasts flattened against my chest, her nipples brushing mine, sending shivers down my spine. Her pelvis met mine, the soft mound of her pussy pressing against my aching hardness. A low growl escaped my throat. I want you, Ananya. I want you so much. My hips pressed forward, a slow, deliberate grind. I want you too, Arav. Her hands found my ass, pulling me closer still. Her fingers dug into my flesh, urging me on. I lifted her, her legs instinctively wrapping around my waist. She felt light, pliant, perfectly molded to me. I found the entrance to her, slick and warm, a welcoming embrace. The tip of my cock nudged, testing, seeking. She gasped, a sharp intake of breath. Slowly, agonizingly, I pushed. The entrance was tight, a sweet friction. She arched her back, her nails digging into my shoulders, her breath coming in ragged gasps. I pushed deeper, inch by agonizing inch, until the head of my cock breached the barrier. A low moan rumbled in my chest, mirrored by her own. It’s been so long, she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. Too long. I pulled back slightly, then pushed again, deeper this time. A soft *shlick* sound filled the air as my cock slid further inside her, stretching her, filling her. Her body shuddered around me, a sweet, encompassing grip. I felt the warmth, the wetness, the incredible pressure of her. My hips began a slow, rhythmic thrust, each movement sending a jolt of pleasure through me. Her legs tightened around my waist, her ankles crossing at my lower back, pulling me in even deeper. Her head fell back, her eyes closed, lost in the sensations. Oh, Arav. Oh, God. Her moans grew louder, more frantic, mingling with the sounds of our bodies joining, the soft squelch of flesh against flesh, the muffled thud of our hips colliding. I felt the exquisite pull and release, the friction building, building. I buried my face in her neck, tasting the sweat, the salt, the intoxicating scent of her arousal. My tongue licked, sucked, as I continued my relentless rhythm. Her nails raked my back, leaving trails of fire. Faster, she gasped, her voice hoarse. Please, Arav. Faster. I obeyed, my thrusts becoming more powerful, more urgent. Her whole body trembled against mine, her hips meeting mine with every powerful stroke. The air was thick with our gasps, our moans, the primal sounds of our desire. I felt her muscles clenching around me, a delicious squeeze. I’m close, Ananya. So close. The words were torn from me, ragged. Me too. Oh, yes. I feel it. Her voice was a wild, desperate cry. My vision blurred, my world narrowing to the exquisite sensations within her. My cock swelled, throbbing, on the verge of eruption. I felt her body tense, her hips bucking against mine, a frantic, urgent rhythm. A low growl tore from my throat as I felt the first tremors begin, deep within her, echoing my own. Arav! Her scream was a raw, primal sound as she convulsed around me, her climax washing over her in waves. Her grip on me tightened, her body arching, shivering. And then, I followed. A guttural roar escaped me as I emptied myself deep inside her, a hot, pulsing torrent. My body shuddered, every muscle clenching, as the wave of pleasure consumed me, leaving me weak, spent, utterly fulfilled. I collapsed against her, my forehead resting on her shoulder, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. The scent of our combined bodies, musky and sweet, enveloped us. We clung to each other, our bodies still joined, still pulsing with the aftermath. The evening air, now cool, caressed our sweat-slicked skin. The world had returned, but it was irrevocably changed. Something profound had shifted, a chasm bridged, a longing finally sated. I love you, Ananya. The words, whispered against her skin, felt like a revelation, not a confession. I love you too, Arav. Her voice was soft, laced with tears, but also with an undeniable peace. We stayed like that, suspended between the past and the present, our hearts beating as one under the vast, star-dusted sky. The quiet hum of the village, the distant chirping of crickets, all faded into the background. For now, there was only us, intertwined, rediscovered, and utterly, completely home.#sex #love #romance #erotica #sexythoughts #yqbaba #story Read my thoughts on YourQuote app at https://www.yourquote.in/valen-thorne-dhy7d/quotes/secret-corner-cx1c2q

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