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Open Aperture

[Section 14 of 15]

I lost the last of my control. I hammered into her, chasing the finish that had been building for half a decade. Barkha came a third time, body locking up, nails raking down my back. The tight flutter of her orgasm pulled mine free. I buried myself as deep as I could and unloaded—hot, thick pulses flooding her cunt, so much that it immediately started leaking out around my cock in white streaks. I kept thrusting through it, pushing my cum deeper, marking her from the inside in front of the entire world.

We stayed locked together for long seconds, breathing hard, sweat cooling on our skin. The hall had gone strangely quiet except for the continuous click of shutters and the low murmur of shocked voices. Barkha’s legs slowly slid from my shoulders. I eased out of her; a thick rope of cum followed, sliding down the cleft of her ass and onto the stage floor. She didn’t close her legs. She let them see.

 

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Open Aperture

[Section 15 of 15]

I helped her sit up. She pulled me down into another kiss, softer this time, full of the tenderness that had always lived underneath the filth. When we broke apart she looked straight into the nearest cameras, still naked, still dripping with me, and spoke into the open air.

“I love him. I’m committing to him right now, in front of all of you. No more waiting. No more almost. He’s mine and I’m his.”

I found my voice. “I’ve been yours since the first time you let me photograph you with nothing on. I’m not letting go again.”

We stood together, still naked, still marked by each other. The security team finally moved, but neither of us rushed to cover up. Barkha slipped her hand into mine, sticky with our combined fluids, and we walked off the stage the same way we had once walked into private hotel rooms—together, unashamed, and completely claimed.

Behind us the cameras kept firing, capturing every step of the woman who had just given the entire industry the most honest performance of her life, and the man who had waited five years to be the only one allowed to receive it.

Starring: Barkha Singh

Happy Birthday, the loveliest lovely!

Hope you connected with this story as much as I did!

 

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A Birthday Bash Like No Other!

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Cream, Frosting and Distance

An erotic tale of lust, coincidence and longing

 

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Cream, Frosting and Distance

An erotic tale of lust, coincidence and longing

[Section 1 of 15]

The invitation had arrived that morning like a quiet dare. A simple card, Mrunal’s looping handwriting on the back: Come. Just us after the others leave. Birthday things. We shared the same birthday, always had, but the industry kept us circling each other at a polite distance. Co-stars once, acquaintances forever.

I had spent years pretending the way her hips filled a saree or the soft curve of her stomach in a crop top meant nothing. Pretending the late-night scrolls through fan forums, the close-ups of her thighs and the way her breasts strained against thin fabric, never made my fingers slip between my legs.

I had come to those images more times than I could count, biting my pillow so no one in the next room would hear. The thought of her humble smile paired with that curvy body had lived under my skin like a secret fever.

 

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Cream, Frosting and Distance

[Section 2 of 15]

Tonight I walked into her apartment in a simple black dress that clung just enough. The place was already half-empty of guests. A few industry faces lingered with champagne, laughing too loudly near the windows. Mrunal stood near the marble table that held the cake—white frosting, chocolate shards, pink and gold candles still lit. She wore a metallic gold bandeau top that barely contained her and matching bottoms that disappeared between the generous swell of her hips. Wet hair clung to her shoulders. She looked at me the moment I stepped inside, and the rest of the room might as well have dissolved.

She waited until the last guest left, the door clicking shut behind them. Then she turned fully toward me, smiling that soft, knowing smile that had lived in my fantasies for years.

“Happy birthday to us,” she said, voice low. She picked up a long knife and cut a thick slice, the frosting yielding with a soft wet sound. She held the plate out. “Taste.”

 

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Cream, Frosting and Distance

[Section 3 of 15]

I took a forkful. Sweet, rich. She watched my mouth the entire time, eyes half-lidded. Then, without looking away, she set the plate down, scooped a generous smear of frosting onto her fingers, and dragged it slowly across the upper slope of her right breast, just above the gold fabric. The white cream stood out against her warm skin. She did the same to the left, circling until both peaks were coated, the frosting already beginning to melt and slide in thin rivulets toward her cleavage.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me,” she murmured. “On set. At parties. Online.” She laughed softly, the sound low and intimate. “I look at those same posts sometimes. The ones where they zoom in on this.” She cupped her own breast, squeezing so the frosting oozed between her fingers and dripped onto the gold bandeau. “And this.” Her other hand slid down, over the soft curve of her stomach, to the gold bottoms. She tugged them lower on one hip, revealing the smooth line where thigh met body, then lower still until the fabric framed the top of her mound.

 

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Cream, Frosting and Distance

[Section 4 of 15]

My throat tightened. Heat pooled low and fast, a heavy throb that made my clit pulse against the thin fabric of my panties. I stayed where I was, a few feet away, but my hand had already drifted to the hem of my dress, fingers curling into the material.

Mrunal turned, presenting her back. The gold bottoms framed the full, round cheeks of her ass perfectly. She reached behind, scooped more frosting, and painted thick white streaks across both globes, then lower, into the cleft, pressing the cream deep so it disappeared between them. When she bent forward slightly to smear cake crumbs along the undersides, the fabric rode up and I saw the bare lips of her pussy, already glistening, the soft folds catching the light.

 

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Cream, Frosting and Distance

[Section 5 of 15]

“You can touch yourself,” she said without turning. “I want you to. I’ve wanted to watch you do it for a long time.”

That broke something open. I sank onto the purple velvet couch behind me, pulled my dress up to my waist, and slid my hand straight into my panties. I was already soaked, the fabric clinging to my outer lips. Two fingers found my clit and circled hard while I stared at the frosting melting down the crack of her ass, the way the cream clung to her skin and left shiny trails.

She faced me again, peeled the gold top off in one slow motion. Her breasts spilled free—heavy, soft, nipples already tight and dark against the white frosting. She scooped another handful of cake and frosting and mashed it against them, kneading until her skin was shiny and white and the soft flesh moved under her palms in slow, deliberate squeezes. Cake crumbs stuck to her areolas. Then she licked her own fingers clean, slow, tongue curling around each one, eyes locked on mine the entire time.

 

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Cream, Frosting and Distance

[Section 6 of 15]

I pushed two fingers inside myself and fucked them in and out while my thumb stayed on my clit, the wet sound of my own body filling the quiet. The first orgasm hit fast and sharp, hips jerking off the couch, a broken sound leaving my throat as my cunt clenched hard around my fingers. Mrunal smiled like she had been waiting for exactly that, and scooped more frosting to paint slow circles around her nipples until they stood out stiff and coated.

She sat on the edge of the table, legs spread wide, and dragged a thick slice of cake down her sternum, between her breasts, over the soft swell of her belly, and finally pressed it against her pussy. The frosting and cake crumbled, sticking to her outer lips and the soft hair there. She used two fingers to push some of it inside herself, the cream disappearing into her, then brought those fingers to her mouth and sucked them clean while locking eyes with me. A soft moan left her as she did it.

 

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Cream, Frosting and Distance

[Section 7 of 15]

I came again almost immediately, harder, thighs shaking, dress bunched around my waist, panties shoved aside. My own juices ran down my knuckles and onto the velvet. Still she kept going—standing again, walking closer, turning so her frosted ass was inches from my face. She reached back and spread herself open with both hands. Cake and cream filled the space between her cheeks and clung to the puffy lips of her cunt, some of it already sliding down the insides of her thighs.

“Lick it if you want,” she whispered. “Or just keep watching. Either way I’m going to make a mess of myself for you.”