Four of us left after the party. The air in my Bandra flat still held wine and heat. Aarav and Aanya started first—kissing, then more, her top gone, his cock in her hand while they watched us watch them. Rohan gave me the choice. Leave, or stay. I stayed. What followed was not careful. Clothes came off. Mouths and hands crossed every line. I kissed Aanya while she stroked my boyfriend. I took Aarav inside me while Rohan watched. We switched, fucked, tasted each other, came hard against skin still slick from someone else. I had been ready to end things with Rohan. That night rewrote the ending. Now the only question left is how soon we do it again.
I write where desire meets secrecy, temptation, and the thrill of surrender. Moving between the United States and India, I collect inspiration from hi...
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