Nostalgic Seeds - Part 1 (The love of her life)
Disclaimer: This is a semi-fictional story based on certain real-life incidents. Any similarity to anyone alive or dead is purely coincidental. Priya looked at his throbbing cock, veins running across it. The pink head was glistening, the seductive smell of his precum. The heavy balls seem to generate the seeds she used to adore. How did she end up kneeling for this man, the same man who took her virginity on her birthday 9 years back? The same man who fed her fresh cum during her college days. The same man filled cunt with seeds years back when she was 22. How did Priya, a 30-year-old married Psychologist, subdue for the manhood of her 29 years old ex-boyfriend after so many years? Priya and Hari dated till they were 23. They met at the age of 20 through a common friend. They had their lips locked over each other for a short period. They were in love, or at least he was madly in love with her. He could never take his hands over her perfect chubby cheeks and juicy lips. Her soft small boobs would crave his attention. Even though he was a year younger, she quickly spread her legs for him as a treat for her 21st birthday. He broke her seal magnificently and used to fill her holes with his cum. His tongue was addicted to the flavour of her cunt, and he would always make it leak. But due to a petty fight, ego, and the influence of her bitchy friends, she decided to break up with him. That only gave him more depression than relief. 7 years later, Priya is now married to Ratan, a businessman, living a peaceful life. At 30 and Ratan at 34, they were trying to have a child. But Priya never felt the immense love she had felt from Hari from Ratan. Priya met Hari again when he was brought in when he was facing a panic attack. She felt weak, nostalgic, and surprised to see him after so many years. He grew old but still had the same adorable face as before. But he had very gloomy eyes. As a psychologist, she had to do her duty. She started therapy on him by ignoring all the history. Realized that he was still in depression from the heartbreak she had given him. They developed a rapport over a couple of weeks, and he showed improvement. Maybe because she was there for him, or maybe because she was a good therapist. He was working in a reputed IT firm, earning even more than she and her husband combined. He was in the city living in an amazing star hotel because the clients specifically wanted him. Priya and Hari became best friends again. She told him about Ratan, her married life, and how they tried to have a baby. She remembered the number of times Hari would fuck her like a whore raw without condoms. How she used to run to a medical store to get pills to avoid pregnancy. Hari told her about his few flings, but nothing gave him love. And how he ran away from commitments to live an isolated life. Priya was pretty sad that she did this to him. Maybe if she hadn’t listened to her friends or ignored her go, she would have been married to him, enjoying him between her legs and his love. Finally, when things were going well, Hari invited Priya over to his apartment. Even though hesitant, she agreed when she realized it was just 2 km away from her home. Priya had never told her husband about Hari. He still believed he was the only man to be inside her. Sending him a text that she was with a patient, she followed Hari’s car in her car and parked in the parking lot. It was a star hotel that had special apartments for high-paying customers. Through the lift, they reached the flat. Even though it was just a 1bhk flat, the apartment had an amazing view. It had a great hall, fully furnished, and a mini-bar too. To be frank, it looked like a honeymoon suite. “Kind of sad you stay here alone,” Priya told Hari. “I enjoy my solo life,” he said, making her a lemonade. For some reason, she felt very safe near him. Like he would be the man for her. She sipped on the glass and looked at him. Deep inside the depressed man, there was an aggressive sex-depraved animal. She knew how good he was in bed. They were sitting adjacent to each other on the couch and looked at each other. Priya was wearing a saree. She usually wore sarees to work. The link saree with frills matched her little dusky skin colour. She had pink lipstick on her lips and had applied mascara before leaving with him from her clinic. She wore a matching but darker pink blouse with a pink cupped bra. She had small boobs, but due to her chubby body, she had to wear a 34A bra. She had the necklace her husband put on her neck, dangling at her neck. Her specs made her eyes look beautiful. Hari was in white and black formals, making him look even more handsome. After she finished the glass of lemonade, she looked at him and smiled. But very unexpectedly, something happened. He grabbed her cheeks and pulled her close, then planted a kiss on her lips so tight that her lipstick smudged. “Baby, what are you doing? I am married,” She moaned and pushed him away. Hari smiled. She knew what had happened. She had called him baby, just like she used to years back. She never even called her husband baby. Hari took off her specs and smiled at her. He placed his hand on her neck and leaned. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth. Then when his lips came near, she placed her lips on him. She felt the same fire and passion in his breath. She felt his stubble beard against her chin. Priya had submitted to her former love. Her lips once more felt the wild taste of his lips. She sucked him wildly and moaned. Their lips rubbed against each other’s lips and their tongue locked with each other. She felt his manhood growing, his seeds building up in his balls. His warmth made her wet, and she moaned through his lips. Hari placed his head on her neck and bit her skin after soaking her skin in his saliva by licking. She enjoyed every bit of him advancing on her. Hari got up and placed his hand on his belt buckle.