I reached out and tucked loose hair behind her ear. My desi The city buzzed with life, lights sparkling like stars as we strolled the streets.“Let’s head to my place,” she proposed, her eyes twinkling with playfulness. Then I sped up and began to bite her often, and each time, the pain left her. Her voice was the only sound in the whole room. It proved quite difficult, and she felt the pain she hadn’t experienced in ages. When she came, I brought her Silk chocolate and ice cubes in a bowl. Her face turned bright red. A subtle vanilla scent from candles filled the air setting a cozy mood. Neha. Neha brought two glasses of wine and we sat on the sofa, the music from earlier still playing in our heads.We chatted for hours spilling our dreams, fears, and everything else.
