Deshi Imo Girl
The Deshi Imo Girl – A saucy ordeal
The sultry summer humidity was doing odd things to Dhaka that day. Temperatures soared, and so did tempers, as inhabitants sought refuge in air-conditioned spaces. But within a modest apartment, a young woman named Priya was relishing the sweltering heat, excuse to slip into something skimpy. She handpicked a white blouse and matching panties, the fabric whispering against her naked skin as she dressed. Priya was a sight, with her honey-hued complexion, generous bosom straining against the thin material, and shapely curves teasing the blouse’s hem.
Priya was about to step out when an impulse struck her. She decided to christen a new toy, recently bought but untouched. Physically on the prowl but mentally too timid, Priya needed an outlet. She dug into her closet, found a flushed pink vibrator barely ensconced in her sleepwear, and returned to her bedroom, eager to sample the device.
The first touch jolted through Priya’s body like electricity, sending tingles from her toes to her fingertips. She reclined on her bed, away from the prying eyes of the world, and applied the vibrator to her neck. Soft moans escaped the young woman’s mouth as the magic wand worked its charms along the sensitive flesh. Her soft rhythmic breathing in and out became louder. She took the wand to a slightly lower neckline, feeling herself going into a passionate euphoria. Onwards down to her generous bustline where chills were spreading and her nipples were glowing. She couldn’t but hold the bard and suck it between her teeth into her mouth, admiring how exquisite the toy made those parts feel.
It graced its way to her inner thighs, hovering over them to build tension. Anticipation was rife in the air. Priya parted her thighs to allow the magic spoon to slide freely down her undercurl of excitement. But as she did so, a pen-sized bottle slipped out from under her pillow and landed on the floor with a clank. Priya sat bolt upright, embarrassed by her own carelessness. The bottle was a questionable blue liquid marketed as a sexual enhancer. This was one of those moments that could have been so awfully awkward.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Priya groaned, slipping into a funny mood all of a sudden. But curiosity got the better of her. She picked up the bottle, read and re-read the label, and shrugged. What was done couldn’t be undone now. So, why not make the most of her impulsiveness? The instructions surprised Priya. She had to rub the liquid into her most intimate parts. And Priya was no saint in matters of indulgences. She unscrewed the cap, poured some of the blue stuff in her palm, and massaged her breast with it. Priya tossed her head back as tingling sensations crawled from her chest to the tips of her breasts and down her spine to her toes. Electricity was ignited within her body.
Priya felt a sudden urge. She undid her blouse, unclasped her bra and let her breasts bounce free. The vibrator traced circles on her nipple making it harden with each second. Her skin glistened with the magical blue substance. She felt herself getting wet. Her trembling hands then went to the sides of her panties, pulled them down with one swift motion, and tossed them across the room. She needed to play fast. The cool air from the ceiling fan brushed Priya’s bare skin, making her skin shiver with delight.
Priya spread her legs and rubbed her vulva. Her fleshy lips were swollen with erotic excitement. She squeezed her clit and exasperation. She scissored her legs using the toy. The vibrator poured forth a familiar buzzing sound and the dampness gluttered between her fresh thighs. Priya’s body trembled from head to toe through blissful waves. The young woman moaned and writhed helplessly as the G-spot was stimulated and climaxed and clenched. She was panting audibly as the toy pushed through the passage and low groans continuously escaped her lips. The orgasmic sensation was lashing pleasurably penetrating her and it filled the room full of airborne delight. Her heart was pounding. She was close, incredibly close. She came undone. Her body convulsed and shook violently as her body was quivering with unparalleled pleasure. She felt a surge of adrenaline, toes curling up in thrill, feeling her body contract over and over again. She writhed with the effects, writhing for quite some time after. After, a cosmic afterglow enveloped her body and the room. She lay spent, satisfied on the bed, perspiration dripping down her skin.
This was hands down an all-new facet of Priya. She savoured this delightful departure from the usual with a smitten smile on her face. Her mind was caught in reverie, pondering the amazing ride she had just been on. She chuckled softly at the absurdity of circumstances that led to her self-inflicted euphoria. One day, she’d probably look back and laugh at it. But right then, she was still trying to catch her breath, and the lingering sensations would take a while to simmer down.
