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Title: “Sunia’s Shrieks: A Sinful Story”

Sunia was a typical 40-something Indian housewife, always putting others before herself. She devoted her life to her family, running the household, tending to her elderly parents, and ensuring her teenage daughter studied hard. But there was a secret Side to her, a lustful longing buried deep within her soul. One fateful afternoon, her secret asphyxiated her.

Sunia’s hubby Ravi had left for a business trip the previous day, and her daughter was staying over at a friend’s. The grandkids were visiting their grandparents. She was alone in a big empty house, with nothing but her thoughts to keep her company. Her mind wandered as she vacuumed the master bedroom, lost in a swirling maelstrom of imagery. Memories danced hack from her youthful days of pure unbridled passion. She recalled her university days, making out with handsome campus crushes, groping hands under university uniforms. Her honeymoon, her skin sensitive and yearning under her husband’s probing fingers and tongue. Even post-marriage trysts, Ravis touch igniting her insides.

The vacuum droned on, a faint background noise as her imagination ran rampant. She imagined Ravis roommate back in university days – Dinesh. Tall, broad shoulders, dusky complexion, raven black hair. His smoldering eyes boring into hers from across the room. Her heart picked up speed as she let herself fantasize. She could practically feel Dinesh’s hands on her body, strong and confident. Imagine his lips against her neck, a hot trail of fire. She shivered in response, her nipples rock hard, straining against her banyan.

Vani continued, lost in past imagination run amok. Her free hand crept under her top, tweaking a sensitive nipple, letting out a soft gasp. She rubbed her thighs together, her panties already damp. The vacuum cleaner stopped as she walked it to the closet, but she was too far gone to notice. Her fingers continued their exploration, dancing across her stomach, dipping into her waistband, barely grazing her neatly trimmed bush. Her deleted ignored any thoughts of guilt or taboo. Her flesh cried out for satisfaction.

Sunia turned and lay back on the bed, draping one leg over the side, knee bent. Her banyan rucked up her thighs, exposing her naked body. She circled her clit with a fingertip, rolling the hard nub, sending ripples of pleasure through her system. She slipped two fingers inside herself, feeling the wet heat clinging to her digits. Her free hand pulled roughly at a nipple, pinching the sensitive flesh. She bucked into her own touch, desperate for more friction, More stimulation.

Her fingers pumped into her cunt, spelling out the word “fuck” on her upper wall with each thrust. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she mouthed, too far gone to hold back the sounds of her passion. Her other hand moved to brush her hair away from her face, instinctive and seeking someone to fill her with his cock. She clamped down on her fingers with her internal muscles, simulating the feel of a cock stretching her open.

Sunias hips undulated, body undulating as she chased her pleasure, lost in a sea of sensual bliss. She wanted to cum hard, wanted to be milked dry. Her fingers worked her furiously, plunging deep into her cunt, massaging her walls, brushing er love spot with every thrust. She couldn’t stand it anymore and with a guttural moan, her orgasm crashed over her, waves of ecstasy surging through her system. She rode it out until she collapsed back onto the bed, spent and satisfied.

Sunia lay there for a long time, letting her breathing steady, allowing her pulse to slow to normal. Guilt crept in, the Widowed lifetime’s years of good behavior trying to drown out her impromptu sin. But she pushed it down, not wanting to spoil her afterglow. She was a naughty girl, but only for a short time each day. And someone, someday, would finally fulfill all her hidden, hidden needs.

She eventually cleaned herself up and tidied the room, putting the house in order, looking like a picture perfect home to anyone who saw it. But her, she knew the truth. Beneath her outside, her shuttered soul begged for love – for lavish attention, for rough touches and passionate touches. And eventually, someone would hear her pleas…