1. Daily Night-!

First few chapters are in 1st person voice. Later on will change to narrator's point of view.

The story begins in a woman's POV. On a night, in her bedroom.

Wish you enjoy reading this work of mine.

Song recommendation - Closer by The Chainsmokers 😎

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[For a clear and better understanding, me, the author tried to add some things...]

In the hush of night, she awoke abruptly to the sensation of a strong, unfamiliar touch against her bare skin. Startled, her heart raced as goosebumps adorned her body. Turning, she discerned a shadowy figure looming over her—a figure she recognized as her husband, solid and familiar in the darkness.

His warm breath grazed her neck, a prelude to his usual embrace from behind. This was his way, enveloping her, tracing her contours, and exploring with a familiarity that hinted at an unspoken understanding between them. His preference for such gestures, his preference for everything from behind—holding, kissing, exploring—revealed his distinct penchant.

His left arm nestled beneath her neck, his right hand, hidden beneath fabric, ventured along her belly, teasingly exploring territories, evoking sensations both comforting and enticing. It was a dance they both knew well, a dance of give and take, of obedience and desire.

Though she yearned for more—longed to reciprocate the touch, the affection—she found herself, as always, yielding to his lead. Panting, surrendering to the rhythm of his movements, her body responding to his every caress. The heat he ignited spread like wildfire, consuming her until control became a fleeting illusion.

Desire, raw and unrelenting, pulsated within her. Each touch, each deliberate movement, stoked an insatiable longing. She craved more but dared not break the established pattern. His touch commanded her body's responses, rendering her unable to resist.

Their intimacy reached a crescendo, an intense culmination, leaving her engulfed in waves of pleasure. Yet, the details eluded her grasp as the pleasure lingered, a tantalizing memory that would permeate her thoughts for days to come.

In the aftermath, he described her reactions—her cries of pleasure, the endearing way she called out his name in passion. Sometimes, their passionate exchanges attracted curious neighbors, a testament to the intensity they shared.

And so, this nocturnal ritual continued, leaving her lingering in a euphoric haze while they reached a shared pinnacle of ecstasy, each time just as consuming as the last.

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[In the woman's (main lead's) POV]

Gasp!

A rough and big hand, placed on my waist, on the right side, there wasn't any cloth. I was sleeping and woke suddenly by that hand. The bare, big hand is surprisingly smooth. My bare skin stood up by naming itself as goosebumps. My heart skipped a beat.

I turned my head, I saw... a dark silhouette of a man! Hot and heavy breathes, flowing on my neck. Completely wrapped by that big muscular body from the back. I took a clear look and I confirmed that, that man is my husband and I'm not dreaming.

I turned my head completely. "Did I woke you?" He wispered in my right ear while caressing my belly. "Mmm-hmm" I relaxed and said, "Scared, I was scared. By your sudden touch. When did you came back?"

He then placed his left arm under my neck and cuddled me from back. Like he usually does. He only hugs me from back. Kiss me from back. Touch me from back. Lick my back. Bite my shoulders from back. Finally, he is a 'Back man.'

He usually place his left arm under neck and wrap me with that fore arm. Held my shoulder with his hand and cares my arm. The right hand,under the clothes, will be playing with my belly, moving up and down, caresing below the belly button, fingering my navel. He neither take off my clothes nor let me do it, just enjoys the teasing and helping himself by pulling my pants and panties and... all!

Just like that, he usually does. Me...? I let him have his way. Move along with his movements. Panting and moaning. Scratching his arms when I feel pain and teasing reaches the limit, as he won't allow me to hold him from front. Sucking on his fingers in the heat of moment.

I wanna do a lot. But I don't know why I follow him. Obedient! Very good and obedient! I want to turn to his and hold him from front, kiss him as I like, touch his bare, broad chest and... so many!

Wherever he touches, heat arouses from the depths of my body. My body won't listen to me anymore. Though it's been a long time since we started making love, I can't have enough! My hole between thighs throbs, very much. When he places his hand and fingers me, I would tighten my thighs to control myself. Finally, I give in, begs for his thing while touching his hot bulging thing from back.

"Please, give it to me... I can't... wait any longer!" My daily words to beg. He then, pulls my pants to the knees but he never take it off completely, until or unless he wants to. I wear a pajama and don't like to wear any B and P, daily while we sleep. He takes his top off and never let's me to take off any clothes completely.

Places his hot, long, hard cord in between my thighs and it just slips in my hole. Then I bend on my knees, placing my hands on the bed, he kneels and thrusts, very deep as like I would die out of pleasure.

Later... I won't remember anything! The pleasure will still be lingering in my mind, the whole next day. But we go up to the end.

He says that I'd cry in pleasure. Call him husband in a way more romantic way. Won't leave his hands and keep on call out to him. Sometimes, our neighbors would come out of their homes to check on us. Ah...!