Originally posted by: Perfectionist2
This one got me.
This is mine.
Sagey you are spamming. Lol.
Ok write a little drabble instead.
Like that Raj n Simran one.
Did they get anywhere.
From Selfie to Seduction
Sanam stepped out of the shower and smiled. She was all alone at home after ages, and it gave her an idea after last night.
Aahil and she would have the house to themselves tonight and she simply could not wait. It had been so long since they'd made love without them having to stifle their moans and screams of pleasure.
Much too long since they'd really let go, without Aahil having to kiss her to swallow a moan that threatened to escape.
Sanam smiled as she lathered on the vanilla-scented body butter slowly all over her body, delicious images brewing in her mind of what later that night would bring.
Sanam walked over to her wardrobe to choose something to wear for the evening when her eyes fell upon a the striped pink Victoria's Secret gift bag, in which lay the lacy black lingerie Aahil presented her with last night.
She stopped short of choosing an outfit and instead picked up the bag. Reaching in, she pulled out the delicate piece. Delicate because of the fabric; but Sanam would certainly be anything but delicate in it.
The lace fell through her fingers lightly as she thought of something. Aahil was due home in about two hours anyway. Sanam giggled at the thought of Aahil having to sit through another two hours of meetings and conference calls, all the while thinking of her... in this.
After having a bit of trouble with the flimsy fabric and thin satin straps, Sanam finally had the entire outfit on. It was nothing like she'd ever worn - or imagined wearing in her life.
She walked over to the mirror and her mouth literally dropped open. "That is not me..." she whispered to herself in shock as she took in the fitted black lace cami and matching panties, not to mention the thigh high stockings with the braces.
"No... I can't wear this. I look ridiculous" she said to herself, walking back to the bed where the gift bag lay.
But then she thought of the expectant look in Aahil's eyes when she took the bag from him last night. How he'd nonchalantly shrugged when she'd asked him if he'd like her to wear it for him.
"Okay, maybe just a picture..." she thought to herself.
She was about to take the selfie in front of the mirror when...
"Something's missing" she thought to herself.
She fished out the pair of black stilettos Lateef had insisted on her purchasing a while ago for a function she had to attend with Aahil.
The fact was she couldn't walk very well in them and didn't want to wear them that night, but Aahil had changed her mind while they dressed for the function in their room.
He had whispered hot and dirty about wanting to see the black stilettos bouncing on his shoulders later that night. The effect his voice and those words had on her... She'd begged for him to stop, or they wouldn't make it to the function at all.
Aahil had laughed and asked her to please wear the shoes. She'd spent the entire night holding onto him for support; weak in the knees because he'd whispered even more hot and dirty in her ear throughout the function.
Needless to say, the black stilettos got many a standing ovation that night.
Slipping them on, she bent down at her dresser in front of the mirror and grabbed her MAC Ruby Woo lipstick, slicked some on, and smacked her lips together. "Now it's perfect" she smiled to herself.
Trying out a few poses, and laughing at her silliness, Sanam finally settled on one before taking the picture. She stood tall and pushed her chest out slightly, accentuating the curve of her cleavage. Jutting one hip out slightly like she'd seen models do on TV, she pouted a tiny bit before snapping.
Perfect.
Sanam lay on her bed and sent the photo to Aahil. Only seconds later, her phone rang.
"Mrs Raza Ibrahim, are you trying to give me a h*rd*n while I'm at work?"
Sanam giggled into the phone, and then straightened up.
"Mr Raza Ibrahim... I have just the thing to sort out your, uhh... big problem, if you'd just get home. Right. Now..." she purred.
Aahil disconnected without another word, and Sanam knew her plan had worked. Stretching out on the bed with a victorious sigh... she lay in waiting.
A while later their bedroom door swung open, and Sanam jumped off the bed in fright.
"That was so hot" Aahil said, as he flew into their bedroom, pinning her against the closest wall and kissing her passionately.
Sanam's hands were in his hair, pulling him closer, trying to get him to kiss her even deeper; the sensation going in a straight line right to her core.
Aahil ground against her relentlessly; the sounds of lace against denim fighting against the moans and groans from them both. She tugged at his belt and jeans. They dropped to his ankles and he kicked them away furiously.
"So feisty today? I like it" he murmured as he nipped her neck, making her moan out; the one sound that she knew drove her husband wild.
And she wanted wild - today. Now.
Sanam stopped kissing him, and pulled away to look at him; a steely determination in her eyes. Her hands roamed down from his hair and onto his shoulders. He looked at her quizzically.
"Sanam, wha-"
She shut him up by guiding him backwards towards the bed. Pushing him down on the edge of the bed, Sanam smiled at the look of pure, unadulterated helplessness in his eyes.
Sanam, the dominant?!
But the look in his eyes changed completely as they slid up and down her body, leaving her feeling even more exposed than she already was.
"You look beautiful, Sanam... I love the lace, but now..." Aahil raised his eyebrow.
It was time for Sanam to look at him questioningly.
"I want to see it come off. Strip" he ordered, sounding deliciously no-nonsense and yet... so full of wonder, too.
Sanam closed her eyes. Strip! Could she?
But this was her Aahil. She could so do this... for him.
Aahil lay back more comfortably when Sanam opened her eyes and smiled.
Touch...
The straps came off.
Twirl...
The cami thrown to a corner of the room.
Bend...
The panties slid down her legs.
Look back...
As she slowly stood up again.
"Like this...?"
Aahil groaned and grabbed Sanam from behind, pulling her onto his nakedness. She ground against him as he moved her hair aside to rain kisses down her neck; his hands worshipping her breasts with a touch that made her breath catch in her throat.
It was all so sensual... so erotic... Sanam was having a hard time controlling all the sensations Aahil made her feel right then.
Suddenly, Aahil turned her around and lifted her onto the dresser, and stared at her. She was so goddamn sexy - and she was all his.
His darkened eyes held hers as he stroked her intimate spot with a featherlight touch. It was so barely there, that it had Sanam squirming to feel more.
"So wet..." he whispered.
"Aahil, please" she whimpered, giving in to the lust.
She wanted him... needed him so badly. She throbbed in need, aching to feel him inside of her.
He held her by her hips, and she clutched his shoulders as he thrust inside of her. Hot. Hard. Pulsing.
"More..."
She wrapped her long legs around his waist, urging him deeper; the black stilettos knocking together as she was bounced up and down the dresser.
"Aaahhhiiilll..."
Sanam buried her face in the crook of his neck and shoulder, holding him tightly as he rocked back and forth inside of her warm wetness. Sanam moaned loudly with every thrust of his.
"Harder!"
Sanam could feel herself starting to convulse in pleasure. She threw her head back as her nails dug into his skin. He could feel it too, and started going faster, harder, deeper... biting down on her shoulder, he growled like he always did when he was close.
Primal groans and screams escaped as they erupted together, collapsing against one another as they came down from their orgasmic high.
"And to think you didn't like taking selfies" Aahil teased later as they eat dinner in bed.
"I still don't. But if that's what it takes to get you home early... expect a lot more"
Aahil groaned, the picture in his mind once again.
Taking the unfinished plate from between them and putting it on the side table, he turned to her raising an eyebrow; a twinkle in his eye.
"Round two?"
*************
Round two (Thread ll) indeed, my lovelies 😆
Until the next thread 🤗
Originally posted by: sageflower7
Can i just say I have a HUGE crush on this guy (Don't tell my hubs shhh..)<img src="http://i.imgur.com/3zbt6Os.gif" alt="" />
From selfie to seduction ay?
Thank god for Lateef and those stilletos.
PUNS. Yay!
Haha Aahil is such a horny beast 😆
And Sanam. Oh god, Sanam. THE DOMANATRIX. *swoons*
She's strippiiing
And I'm dyinnnggg
I love it. ☺️
This was a lovely side dish. Lovely and hot and sexy, bro.
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