Baaraatis Anonymous #24 CC *Link to Thread 25 on Pg 150 * - Page 7

Originally posted by: rulama

Lovely pics ReRe...

That is news!!! Happy Fangirling Day

Originally posted by: Chokri_ASR

I tiptoe into our bedroom, reaching for the shiny MacBook Air that sits on her desk.

I glance around for her presence, knowing that this is wrong. She's out with friends, and I shouldn't be snooping in her laptop.

But I have to know.

What makes her giggle so much when she thinks I'm not watching?

It's not the flirtatious giggle, and I trust that she isn't cheating on me. But it's a giggle I've never seen before, accompanied by a flush of the cheeks that makes her radiant.

Why can't I make her look like... That?

I guess the password in two tries, because she's not really as creative as she likes to be. I mean, come on, our kids' birthdays followed by a mesh of our names? Child's play.

There's a word document open, and I swallow the guilt overwhelming me as I sit down in the squishy chair, leaning over to read.

Arnav took Khushi's lips in a searing kiss, his hands trapping her as he pressed her into the wall. She could feel his arousal against her, and she shifted to allow him more access.

My eyes widen as I realize that this isn't the thesis she's supposedly submitting.

Or I certainly hope it's not.

I know I should close the laptop, but I can't stop. I can already feel the blood rushing south as I picture my wife in Khushi's position, just where I want her.

He tore at the shirt and the buttons scattered onto the floor, revealing her lacy red bra. His lips descended upon her breasts, suckling through the thin fabric.

Red... Arnav likes red? I like red! My imagination conjures up a clear picture of my wife in the red set I bought her for our anniversary that we used... Very well.

His hands slid up her skirt, shoving it up her legs as she fumbled with his jeans. He tugged them down his legs, kicking them off as he took her lips in a bruising kiss, trailing wet kisses down her neck.

Her hands reached for his glasses, tossing them into a corner as he lifted her legs, wrapping them around his waist.

Wait a minute. I automatically push my glasses up my nose, pausing as my fingers linger.

She's never tossed off my glasses the way she's clearly pictured in this story, and I find myself wondering what my normally demure wife would be like as the Khushi in this story.

Does she want me to- oh my god. Does she want me to take her up against the wall like this? Right.. There?

I turn around to look at the innocent door, my mind churning with possibilities. I shift as my pants grow tighter, trying to reduce the pressure.

He thrust into her, and she muffled her gasp against his shoulder as he pulled out slowly, torturously using long, deep strokes. She clutched at his shoulders, her nails digging into his slick skin as he continued to drive into her with unprecedented gentleness.

"Arnav, please..."

"Please what?"

My wife never asks for these things, she simply takes what I'm willing to give her. I remember that at one point, we were adventurous in bed, and I would delight in giving her pleasure.

But with kids running around the house, a desperate lack of private time, and exhaustion, mechanical sex has almost become the norm.

I miss her feisty excitement, even if I love her the same this way too. I begin to realize that maybe she's felt the same way this entire time, but simply hasn't said anything to me.

Khushi cried out his name over and over again as she clenched around him, throwing her head back as he gave one last stroke.

He came with her, and their bodies collapsed against the wall, slick with sweat. Their lips melded together, gently touching in a reflection of love.

I find that I am floored by the passion my wife puts into words, and I'm shocked by the fact that I've never known about this.

This... Arnav seems to be perfect, I scowl. Does she expect me to be Arnav and cover her cries with my lips? Because I rather enjoy hearing her, even if this... Guy doesn't.

The door creaks open, and my wife steps in. I guiltily turn around, not having a chance to slam the laptop shut before she can see me.

"What- oh my god, what the hell are you doing?!"

"Calm down, I just... I had to know what you were giggling about, okay?"

"So you decided to look through my laptop?! Do you not trust-"

"Why didn't you tell me you write erotic faniction?"

Her eyes widen comically, and she flushes a deep, appealing red.

She takes a step back from me, tripping over the leg of the chair and falling right into the door as it slams shut.

I place my hands around her head as she looks everywhere but me, and I revel in her obvious discomfort.

"Why didn't you... Tell me what you wanted?"

"I- I do no such- mmph!"

At that point, I decide that I've had enough of her words. After all, words are only good if they're out into action.

Wonder what will happen if we have a competition of fangirling for Our Arnav and may his Khushi too...


hummm... contemplating 😉

Originally posted by: bridgeofdreams

<font face="Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif" size="2">Hello all😃</font>

<font face="Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif" size="2">Can't believe I've missed a thread!</font>

Rabba Ve... Sahimaa 🤗


Back to fasting or still indisposed?

Originally posted by: preethi.saseeda

That is news!!! Happy Fangirling Day

Originally posted by: Heavens_Flower

Rabba Ve... Sahimaa 🤗


Back to fasting or still indisposed?

Originally posted by: Heavens_Flower

All thanks to Googleji...

I am not done yet,,,

BTW why is it only I am fangirling 😕😲 if today is the day for fangirling...