HORNY LESSONS {Sex~stories}
housewife × neighbour forbidden heat
[8:45 PM – Across the Hall, Mrs. Suri’s Living Room]
rishabh
(19 years old ): knocks softly
“Mrs. Sharma? You home? I brought your groceries.”
mrs. suri
(43 years old):
“Arjun… come in.”
(voice low, warm, as she leans against the doorway, her silk robe slipping just enough to hint at smooth skin beneath)
rishabh
“Thanks… you looked busy last time I came by. Thought I’d help.”
(his eyes flicker down her legs, trying to hide the way his pulse races)
mrs. suri
“Oh, you’re too kind.”
(she steps closer, voice dropping—hungry):*
“Why don’t you stay for a bit? The night’s young, and I could use some company.”
rishabh
“I don’t want to overstep…”
mrs. suri
“Overstep? Don’t be silly.”
(she pushes the door shut behind him, hands trailing down to his chest—soft at first, then firmer, pulling him closer)
“You’re not a boy anymore. I can see it. You’re different.”
rishabh
“Mrs. Sharma… you’re—”
(he swallows, caught off guard by the heat in her eyes, the scent of jasmine on her skin)
mrs. suri
“Older, yes. But I know what I want. And right now? I want you.”
(her hand slips under his shirt, fingertips tracing fire across his ribs)
mrs. suri
“Shouldn’t what?”
(she steps even closer, breath hot on his neck)
“Feel this? Want this? You’re not a kid anymore. And neither am I.”
rishabh
(voice barely a whisper) “You make it hard to resist
mrs. suri
“That’s the idea.”
(she pulls him down by the collar, lips crashing onto his with desperate hunger—her tongue demanding entrance. His hands tremble as they explore the curves of her body beneath the thin silk)
rishabh
(breaking the kiss, breathless) “You’re so… soft. So warm.”
mrs. suri
“Come upstairs.”
(her voice a low command as she grabs his hand, leading him toward the staircase)
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