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Sneha Girish, a bold and beautiful woman, stepped into the book club. Her presence fills the room with a subtle yet captivating aura. Her curly hair fell just above her shoulders, framing her brown eyes. It accentuated the dimples that appeared when she smiled.
Her style was unique. She was a mix of edginess and femininity, with short hair, nose ring, and tattoos peeping from under her sleeves. Born into a wealthy family, she carried herself with an air of confidence and an adventurous spirit.
Despite her extroverted nature, there was a side to Sneha that longed to be controlled and dominated. A secret she kept hidden beneath her seemingly dominant exterior.
As Sneha took her seat at the book club, her eyes fell upon a young man named Prem. He was only 19. But he exuded a maturity beyond his years, especially in the way he played with words. His command of English was impressive. It intrigued Sneha, sparking a mutual admiration between them.
They began exchanging casual messages. Soon, their interaction took on a creative twist as they expressed their feelings through haiku poems.
Prem:
“Brown eyes, deep and rich,
Like chocolate, a sweet delight.
Your hair, curly wonder.”
Sneha:
“Young wordsmith, with grace,
A mature soul beyond years.
Intrigue, I’m captivated.”
Prem:
“Radiant moonlight, Your beauty, a gentle breeze, Stars envy your glow.”
Sneha, touched by his words, responded with her haiku:
“Silent whispers bloom, In your eyes, a world unfolds, Heartbeats sync in rhyme.”
Their exchange of haikus became a nightly ritual, each poem a step closer to revealing their true feelings. Through these brief yet profound verses, they expressed emotions that were too deep for casual conversation.
Prem’s dominant nature was evident in his words, guiding their poetic journey with confidence and charm. Sneha, equally skilled with her pen, matched his intensity with grace and warmth. Their haikus became love letters, each one a testament to their growing affection.
Prem:
“In the book club’s light, Your haikus caught my keen eye, Beauty in your words.”
Sneha:
“Gentle whispers bloom, Your verses, a soothing breeze, Heartbeats sync in rhyme.”
Prem:
“Radiant moonlight, Your beauty, a gentle breeze, Stars envy your glow.”
Sneha:
“Silent night unfolds, In your eyes, a world I see, Dreams in haiku form.”
Prem:
“Words dance on our lips, Each haiku a step closer, To hearts intertwined.”
Sneha:
“In your lines, I find, A melody sweet and pure, Love in every rhyme.”
Prem:
“Through these lines, we weave, A tapestry of our love, Bound by haiku’s grace.”
Sneha:
“With each verse we share, Our souls draw ever nearer, In poetic dance.”
Prem:
“Let our hearts compose, A symphony of haikus, Forever in sync.”
Sneha:
“In your words, I dwell, A haven of love and peace, Haikus bind us close.”
Sneha:
“In your eyes, I see A love that blooms endlessly. My heart beats for you.”
Prem:
“Your love, a soft breeze, Whispers of eternity, I am yours, always.”
Sneha:
“Equality’s light, In your arms, I find my place, Submissive, yet free.”
Sneha:
“In your strength, I trust, A gentle guide through the night, Love’s tender embrace.”
Prem:
“Dominant, I stand, Yet my heart beats soft for you, Care in every touch.”
As their haiku correspondence progressed, so did the intensity of their interaction. Sneha, always the adventurous one, decided to take things up a notch.
Sneha:
“A challenge, I dare,
Erotic questions, a game.
Your move, wordsmith, enchant me.”
Prem, ever the wordsmith, rose to the challenge, his haiku taking on a decidedly y tone.
Prem:
“A game of sensual quest,
I ask, what’s your favourite touch?
Soft caress or firm grip?”
Sneha:
“Firm grip, no doubt,
But whispers in my ear,
Send shivers down my spine.”
Their haiku exchanges became more explicit, each one daring the other to explore their hidden desires.
Prem:
“Do you like to be controlled?
To have someone take the lead?
Tell me, my adventurous girl.”
Sneha:
“I long to be dominated,
A gentle force, a strong hand.
But only by the right one.”
Prem:
“And what if I were to take control?
Would you submit to my desires?
Your beauty, your body, all mine.”
Sneha:
“Take the lead, wordsmith,
But remember, I’m no docile lamb.
I crave the thrill of your dominance.”
Their haiku game evolved into explicit territory, each poem a building block of anticipation and desire. Sneha, despite her bold exterior, found herself intrigued by Prem’s youthful dominance. Prem, mature beyond his years, relished the idea of taking control of this confident, beautiful woman.
Their video calls added fuel to the fire as they began to explore their ual chemistry. Sneha, in her lonely bed, would touch herself, thinking of Prem’s young, hard body. Prem, his eyes dark with desire, would stroke his throbbing cock as he watched Sneha pleasure herself.
One night, as they video chatted, Prem took control. His voice, firm and commanding, instructed Sneha to strip for him. She complied, slowly removing her clothing revealing her tattooed arms and toned body. Prem’s eyes darkened with desire as he watched her, his cock throbbing with need.
“Touch yourself, Sneha,” Prem ordered, his voice low and husky. “I want to watch you cum for me.”
Sneha obeyed, her fingers finding her wet pussy as she moaned softly. Prem stroked his hard cock, his eyes never leaving the screen as he watched Sneha pleasure herself.
“That’s it, baby, finger your sweet pussy,” he growled. “But don’t you dare cum yet. I haven’t given you permission.”
Sneha bit her lip, her breath coming in sharp gasps as she struggled to hold back her orgasm. Prem’s dominant words excited her, and she craved his approval.
“Now, put another finger in, slow and deep,” he instructed. “I want to see you stretch yourself for me.”
Sneha did as she was told, her pussy now dripping wet as she added a second finger, ing herself slowly.
“That’s a good girl,” Prem praised, his cock throbbing in his hand. “Now, pinch your nipples and pull on them gently. Offer them to me, Sneha.”
Sneha complied, her breasts heaving as she pinched and tugged on her nipples, offering them to Prem as if they were a delicacy for him to devour.
“, you’re so beautiful,” Prem groaned, his cock twitching. “I wish I could lick and suck those sweet nipples myself. But for now, I want to see you cum, Sneha. I want to watch you lose control.”
“Please, Prem,” Sneha begged, her eyes closed as she rode the wave of pleasure. “Let me cum. I need to cum for you.”
“Not yet,” Prem teased, his voice firm. “Not until I say so. Now, I want you to find your Gspot. Reach deep inside and stroke that magic spot for me.”
Sneha whimpered, her fingers now a blur as she desperately sought the spot that would send her over the edge. Prem watched, his cock in his hand, as Sneha brought herself closer and closer to orgasm.
“That’s it, baby, find that spot,” he encouraged. “Now, cum for me. Let go and scream my name.”
Sneha’s body tensed, and she cried out, her orgasm ripping through her as she came hard, her pussy clenching and unclenching around her fingers. Prem stroked his cock faster, his orgasm building as he watched Sneha’s body shake with pleasure.
“That’s it, take your pleasure,” he growled. “Cum for me, Sneha. Drench your fingers with your juices.”
As Sneha’s orgasm subsided, she lay back, her body glistening with a postorgasmic glow. Prem, his cock still hard and throbbing, had held back his release, determined to edge himself along with Sneha.
“Now, my sweet Sneha,” he said, his voice soft but commanding. “I want you to taste yourself. Suck your cumcovered fingers clean and moan for me.”
Sneha, still breathless from her orgasm, did as she was told, sucking her fingers into her mouth and moaning as she tasted her essence.
“That’s it,” Prem encouraged, his cock twitching. “Enjoy the taste of your pleasure. Now, imagine it’s my cock you’re sucking, deep and hard.”
Sneha closed her eyes, her mind flashing to an image of Prem’s hard, young cock. She sucked her fingers eagerly, imagining it was Prem’s cock filling her mouth.
“, Sneha,” Prem groaned, his hand moving faster on his cock. “You’re such a dirty girl. I can’t wait to feel that mouth on my dick. But for now, I want to see that pretty face covered in your cum.”
Sneha obediently smeared her cum on her face, offering herself to Prem like a dirty gift. Prem groaned, his control finally slipping as he stroked his cock harder, faster.
“Now, open your mouth and stick out your tongue,” he ordered. “I’m going to cum, and I want you to taste me, to swallow every drop.”
Sneha obeyed, her eyes fixed on the screen as she watched Prem stroke his hard cock. She wanted to taste him, to feel his hot cum on her tongue.
“That’s it, get ready,” Prem panted, his cock throbbing. “I’m going to coat your tongue with my cum, Sneha. I’m going to paint your mouth white.”
With a final groan, Prem spilt his seed, his hot cum shooting out in thick ropes, landing on Sneha’s outstretched tongue. She moaned, her eyes closing in pleasure as she tasted Prem’s essence, swallowing every drop he gave her.
As their video call ended, Sneha and Prem were left breathless and satisfied. Their haiku game had led them down a path of erotic discovery, and their connection was now irrevocably etched in their minds and bodies.
Little did they know, this was just the beginning of their y adventures. Their next encounter would push the boundaries of their desires even further.
One email appreciation from the reader kept me motivated to write this. I dedicate this to her. [email protected], your comments and criticisms are most welcome.
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