I was working in the kitchen when I heard bade thakur sahab say~
"Chote Thakur aaj dilli se wapas aajayenge. Unke liye gaadi bhejwa do kamal."
[Chote malik will be back today from Delhi, send him a car kamal.]
"Ji maalik.
[Yes sir.]
He has been gone for almost 4 days now.
He did not seemed so cold to me after that incident around a week ago.
But I avoided any kind of direct contact with him. I have seen him staring at me while I was getting ready by my dresser.
We used to share one bed but I avoided touching him and myself when I was near him.
The desire for mating was increasing but I knew better than to have intimacy with him.
At times when my hormones peaked, I had a hard time controlling myself.
In his absence I had stroked my clit a few times but the last experience with him has overshadowed every ounce of satisfaction that me masturbating myself could ever give me.
After all those bitter conversations i was still looking for the Warmth that his mere silent presence gave me.
Though I will never admit, 'I miss him'.
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The Disabled Thakur's Wife (18+)
FantasyA 'slut' of a 21 year old Nidhi is married to the disabled thakur, who is paralysed below his waist. What will happen when her sexual frustration will heighten and she starts seeking ways for her pleasures.
