Lonely hearts Stories

The monsoon had finally broken by the time I returned to Rimi's Makeover. The mobile internet service was down. The rainwater was still clinging to the edges of my dupatta, and Kolkata smelled of jasmine and wet dust. The smell of freshly applied sandalwood cream and mehendi (temporary skin decoration using a paste created with henna), however, filled the parlor, which was warm and dry. Rimi had a half-empty glass of lime...

I did what I do best for the next five days. I assimilated into the cadence of routine, being safe, steady, and measured. Get up. Take a bath. Prepare food. Sign in. Grin and talk. Control. Take the lead. Log off. Go to sleep. Do it again. Updates, goals, and dashboards were all over the office chat. I answered them all. I used exclamation points and emojis in my response. I worked effectively. Expert. Steady. I appeared...

She contorted her body into many positions before finding a seductive pose showing both tits and ass. Days crept by; still no likes or comments. She cried herself to sleep beside her passionless husband. XXX Stunning. The perfect arch of her back visible through the sheer material. And those eyes–they summoned him. Or was that a lonely man dreaming? He wanted to spread her legs. His tongue would make her squeal before he...