A taster/teaser :)
She stood in front of the mirror wearing the white silk nighty. Her lush hair was open on her back. Her kohled eyes stared in the mirror, gazing at the strange woman that was supposed to be Arundhati Shastri.
But that woman was gone. The transformation was so complete, there was no trace of the Arundhati she knew. This one was someone new, someone she had very recently met.
“Like what you see?” A deep voice caressed her senses. She shivered as the owner of the voice came to stand behind her. His outlines were so wide, she felt like a Russin doll being swallowed whole by another one.
“You are beautiful.” He said as his large hands rested on her waist. Ripples of excitement coursed through her body as his warmth reached her through the sheer fabric. His touch was magic. Like an expert maestro stroking his musical instrument with love and passion, he knew how to make her sing.
Arundhati closed her eyes.
She wanted more. More of this, every day of her life, every night of her life. For thirty-six years she had been away from this pleasure. Now she could not live without it even for a second.
Leaning into his muscled chest, she gave him full permission to do as he pleased. He smiled as his deft fingers slid under her clothes bringing her to joy in no time.
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