Wet pleasures of the tongue rediscovered for Aarti

It warms my heart to read your kind message! It is wonderful to know my stories have touched you. Your support and feedback truly mean a lot and inspire me to keep writing. I am so thankful for our connection through stories and excited to share more with you. If you’re curious to learn more about me and what makes my writing unique, I suggest you read my previous story, “Wet Pleasures of the Tongue.”

Let me dive into the story now.

Hello, everyone!

My name is Aamir. At 27, I built a small clothing business that takes me across India. My weekly travels often land me in Bangalore or Chennai, where I’ve learned to appreciate the rhythm of new places and the stories of the people I meet. Football keeps me active, and friends say my cheerful attitude makes me good company – though I’d argue it’s their kindness that keeps the laughter flowing.

One day, I received an email from Aarti, a 37-year-old woman who had read my story titled “Wet Pleasures of the Tongue.” She was so turned on by the narrative that she wanted to experience the same sensations herself. Her words were electric, pulsing with a raw, unspoken desire. “I want to feel what she felt,” she wrote. “I want you to make me feel that same pleasure.”

My fingers shook as I typed back that I would meet her at the hotel she booked in Bangalore. We decided to meet in two days, and Aarti quickly booked the hotel for us to meet. The day we planned to meet came fast. Aarti had booked a room at a hotel close to HSR Layout and told me the details.

The next few days felt like a quick dream of waiting. I was both nervous and very excited. When the day finally came, I was standing outside room number 407. My heart was beating loudly. I took a big breath. I could smell my favorite Calvin Klein perfume mixed with the light smell of the hotel hallway. My hands were a little sweaty, but I tried to look like everything was okay. I’d prepared for this – showered, groomed, and dressed to impress. The bell rang as I pressed it, and then the door opened. She was there. AARTI.

She was even more beautiful than I thought. Tall and slim, with long, wavy dark hair around her face. Her dark eyes were bright with excitement and a little worry. She wore a see-through pink saree, like I asked – no clothes underneath – and it showed off her body in a very attractive way. She smiled playfully and moved so I could come in.

“Please, enter,” she stated, her voice subdued.

Aarti: Aamir, your presence is most welcome.

Me: The pleasure is entirely mine, Aarti. You surpass my expectations.

Aarti: Thank you. I experienced a profound anticipation for this meeting. Your narrative evoked a previously unknown passion within me.

I proceeded into the room, the door closing audibly behind me. Her fragrance, a floral and captivating aroma, permeated the air. She moved with refined elegance, her gait measured as she directed me towards the bed. I took a seat, experiencing a heightened sense of anticipation as she positioned herself beside me, maintaining direct eye contact. “Your fragrance is quite remarkable,” she remarked, her tone conveying a distinct intensity. “It is most intoxicating.”

“I have read your literary work, Aamir. I wish to experience the sensations you have depicted. My thoughts have been occupied with this prospect throughout the preceding week,” she articulated, her fingers lightly contacting my thigh. “I am interested in your intended actions. I desire to experience the same sensations as your fictional character. I wish to experience the wet pleasures of tongue you have described.”

I responded with a smile, my fingers tracing the outline of her jawline. “I am pleased that you found it engaging. However, before we proceed, I would appreciate understanding your specific preferences.”

She momentarily bit her lip, her eyes exhibiting a mischievous glint. “All aspects. I wish to experience the totality of sensations.”

Her words made me feel warm inside. I leaned closer, my lips near hers. “Ready?” I whispered, my breath touching hers.

She nodded, closing her eyes as I closed the space between us. Our lips met in a slow, soft kiss. I felt her relax in my arms. Her mouth was warm and sweet. I kissed her more deeply, my tongue gently touching hers. Her hands played with my hair, pulling me closer as I kissed her neck, enjoying the soft and sweet taste of her skin.

I could feel her heart beating fast under my lips. I gently bit her neck, and she made a soft moan: “Aaahhh”. My hands moved over her body, feeling her through her thin saree. She felt soft and warm. She was perfect. My fingers found her nipples, and I pinched them softly: “Uuufff” she moaned. I liked how she moved closer to my touch.

“You’re so pretty,” I whispered, my lips close to her ear.

She made a soft moan, and her breathing got faster as I moved down, kissing and using my lips on her body. The saree came off easily and gathered around her waist. Her skin was bare as I opened her blouse, showing her breasts. Her skin was golden, smooth, and perfect. Her breasts were round and full, and her pink nipples stood up in the air. Her stomach was flat and smooth, without a single hair down there. I put one nipple in my mouth, my tongue going around the sensitive spot. Aarti made a soft moan, and her back curved up.

“Aamir,” she gasped. “Ahhh… That feels so good.”

I transferred my attention to the alternate nipple, providing it with equivalent stimulation. Aarti’s respiration became shallow and rapid, her hands firmly grasping my hair. My lips located her armpit (my favorite place to lick), and I employed lingual and suction techniques on the sensitive skin, lightly grazing it with my teeth. I smiled against her skin, proceeding further down her torso, placing kisses and employing oral stimulation along her abdomen. Her navel presented as a shallow depression, and I circumscribed it with my tongue, briefly tasting her. She moved restlessly beneath me, her breath becoming labored as I reached the superior aspect of her thighs.

I looked at her pussy for a moment. It was clean, smooth, shaved, and wet because she was turned on. Her smell was strong and exciting. I blew softly on her, and she shook.

“Please,” she asked, her voice sounding needy. “Please, Aamir.”

I smiled a little and gently moved my fingers over her folds. I felt her body twitch under me. She moaned louder as I played with her, rubbing her clit slowly in circles. I could feel her getting wetter. Her pussy squeezed around nothing as I opened her lips and put my tongue inside.

She emitted a sharp vocalization, her back arching from the surface of the bed as I employed lingual stimulation, savoring her taste. I took her clitoris within my mouth, applying rapid, flicking motions with my tongue as she moved restlessly over me. Her hands clenched the bedsheets, her moans echoing throughout the room as I continued my ministrations, my lips and tongue persistent in their pursuit of her gratification.

“Aamir!” she exclaimed, her voice fracturing as she spoke my name. “OMG… Aahh Fuck! Just like that!”

I made a moan against her, and it made her feel even more excited. She was almost there – I could tell by how her legs shook and how her pussy squeezed my tongue. I pushed harder, my tongue moving quickly over her clit. I put one finger inside her wetness and bent it to find her g-spot.

“You feel so tight,” I whispered, my voice rough with wanting her.

I added another finger, stretching her. Aarti moaned: “Aahhh”, her hips moving in rhythm with my fingers. Aarti cried out, her body tensing. Her orgasm came like a big wave. Her body shook as she shouted my name: “Aaamiirrrr”. Her pussy squeezed my tongue, and I tasted everything as she finished. She fell back on the bed, breathing hard and fast.

“Oh my god,” she whispered, her voice rough. “I’ve never… that was…”

I smiled and moved up her body to kiss her deeply. “You’re not finished yet,” I whispered against her lips. “I’m just starting. I think you have more of those amazing orgasms waiting to happen.”

“Oh, Aamir… I can’t wait to find out.” Her words slurred with pleasure.

I responded with a smile, assuming an upright posture. I retrieved the soft handcuffs with fur and blindfold from my bag. Aarti regarded me, her expression conveying curiosity.

“What is the intended purpose of these items?” she inquired, her voice tinged with anticipation.

“Have confidence in me,” I replied, my tone low. “You will find the experience pleasurable.”

I secured her wrists to the bed with the handcuffs, positioning them above her head. Subsequently, I applied the blindfold, thereby plunging her into darkness.

I saw her breasts rise and fall quickly, and she was breathing fast. I could tell she was very excited, and seeing her like that made me feel turned on.

The room smelled strongly of her excitement mixed with her flower perfume. She lay on her back in front of me, tied up and with her eyes covered. Her skin was a little shiny with sweat. Every part of her looked like a picture, and I was ready to touch her with my mouth. Her breasts moved with each breath, and her nipples were hard and wanted attention. I leaned down, my breath warm on her neck, and said, “Tonight, you belong completely to me, Aarti. Each moan, each cry, each tremor – they are all mine.”

She shook a little and opened her mouth to breathe in quietly. I started at the top of her body, gently touching the bone near her shoulder with my lips. My tongue went along her neck, tasting her sweat and sweet smell of her perfume. She moved a bit under me, and her hips came up a little from the bed. “Aamir…” she whispered, her voice soft and wanting.

I moved down, my hands sliding over her breasts. My fingers gently squeezed the hard, soft parts of her breasts, and she gasped: “Ohhhh”. My mouth followed, using my tongue and sucking, and gently biting, until her back curved up and her moans got louder. “Yes… Yes… OMG!!! Yesss… please… Aahhh…” she begged, her words affected by the intensity of her pleasure.

But I wasn’t done. Not even close. I moved to her armpits; a place she likely never expected to feel such intensity. My tongue moved slowly over her very sensitive skin, and her body suddenly moved. “Aamir! What are you doing -?” she gasped, but then she made a moaning sound as I sucked hard, and my fingers were still playing with the hard points on her breasts. Her hips moved up and down quickly, and I could feel how hot her body was becoming. “Oh my God… I didn’t know… I didn’t know it could feel so good…” she whispered, her voice shaking.

I moved lower, my lips going down her stomach, and my tongue went into her belly button. Her body was now moving around a lot, and she was breathing in short, quick breaths. “Aamir… please… I need…” she begged, but I stopped her by slowly licking the inside of her leg. Her whole body got tight, and I could see her pussy twitching. It was already very wet because she was turned on.

I opened her folds with my fingers, my breath hot on her center. She was shaking, her legs trembling as I blew softly on her clit. She gasped, her back lifting off the bed. “Aamir! Please! I can’t… I can’t handle it anymore…” she cried, her voice breaking.

But I wasn’t ready to give her what she wanted. Not yet. I played with the tip of my tongue, flicking it lightly over her clit, then moving away just when she was about to have an orgasm. She moaned very loudly, her hips lifting, trying to follow my mouth. “Please… please… I need you…” she begged, her voice rough with wanting me.

I relented, my mouth encompassing her pussy, my tongue exploring deeply. She moaned: “OH… GOD… Aaaahhhh…” Her hands gripping the bed linens as I orally stimulated her, employing lingual and suction techniques. I inserted two fingers, curving them to stimulate her G-spot, and she reached climax. Her body convulsed, her moans echoing throughout the room as she ejaculated, her fluids filling my mouth. I consumed her essence, savoring each sensation, my lips remaining in contact.

But I wasn’t done. I kept going, my fingers still inside her, my tongue relentless. She climaxed again, her legs shaking, her moans turning into screams. “Aamir… Aamir… I can’t… I can’t…” she gasped, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. She felt too good, reacted too much, and was too lost in the pleasure I was giving her.

Her body relaxed, her breathing became heavy, and her skin was wet with sweat. I withdrew, observing her recumbent form, completely exhausted. She possessed a remarkable beauty which was amazing to explore, exceeding my previous estimations. I released her restraints, removing the blindfold, and her eyes opened, dark and heavy with contentment.

“Aamir…” she whispered, her voice barely discernible. “I have… I have never experienced such sensations prior.”

I smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “You’re incredible, Aarti. Every moan, every scream, every shiver – they were all for me. And I’ll never forget it.”

She reached for me, her fingers trembling as she traced my lips. “I need more of you, Aamir. Every weekend. Every day. I need you.”

I kissed her fingers, my lips lingering on her skin. “You’ll have me, Aarti. Whenever you want. However, you want.”

Our love story, begun with a provocative online story, bloomed into something far more wondrous and unexpected.

Thank you all.