Virginity or virtue. What Really Defines Her?

06. It's not enough

Time has a way of slipping through our fingers when we’re lost in moments that we never want to end. The hours we were granted felt like grains of sand in an hourglass, trickling away far too quickly. No matter how much time we had, it was never enough to satisfy the desires that burned within us or to fully explore the fantasies that danced in our minds. Each minute together was precious, yet fleeting, leaving us wanting more—always more. Today was no different.

We slept that night, exchanging simple goodbye texts. Between him and me, there was no ritual of good morning or good night—just the understanding that we were connected in our own way.

The next morning, I woke up with a mix of excitement and anticipation. After taking a shower, finishing the house chores, and getting ready, I realised there were no texts from him. So, I decided to call him and said, "Uth jao ab" in a playful tone.

In his sleepy voice, he responded, "Haan haan, uth gaya hu, aara hu thodi der me."
It was the moment I got to know why women are so crazy about men’s morning sleepy voices.

He arrived to pick me up an hour later than we had planned. I didn’t mind, though; I was just eager to see him. When we reached the room, the clock reminded us that we only had two hours together.

That moment, lying in bed, I felt both a rush of excitement and a pang of longing. The way he held me, his touch firm yet gentle, sent shivers down my spine. His fingers traced patterns on my waist, and I could feel his heartbeat in sync with mine. It was like our bodies were communicating in a language only we understood- a language of desire, unspoken words, and shared secrets.

As he looked down at me, a soft smile played on his lips. “So, what do you want to do with these two hours?” he asked, his voice low, almost teasing.

I met his gaze, feeling a mix of shyness and boldness. “ I want to make every second count,” I whispered, my voice barely audible but filled with intent.

He chuckled softly, his fingers still exploring the curves of my body. “Then let’s not waste any time,” he replied, leaning down to kiss me.

The next moments were a blur of passion and intensity. The clock was ticking , but it felt like time had slowed down just for us. Every touch, every kiss, every whispered word was charged with the urgency of knowing our time was limited.

The more he held me, the more I realised that these moments- these stolen hours - were never enough. They left me wanting more, craving the next time we’d be together, knowing that each encounter only deepened the bond between us.

After our rushed hours together, I went back home, still feeling the lingering warmth of his touch. My mind was replaying every moment, every whisper, every shared breath. I couldn’t help but smile as I typed out a message to him, *"You drove me crazy today; it was wonderful."*

A few moments later, my phone buzzed with his reply, *"Oh really? I didn’t know I had it in me to drive someone crazy."*

I could almost hear the playful tone in his text, the way he always managed to keep things light, even after the most intense moments. It made me chuckle, shaking my head at how effortlessly he could shift from passionate to teasing. But underneath his playful response, I knew he understood exactly how I felt—how those brief hours together had left a lasting impact.

The way he held me from behind and grabbed my two cuties, the corridor surely heard my screams, a sensation that still echoes in my mind like a melody on repeat. I can almost hear those rhythmic claps, replaying from the moment we laid down to rest a little. That day, we didn’t get much time to talk, and if we had, I would have grabbed him wildly and asked for more time together. It wasn’t enough. We had just begun to understand the rhythm, the patterns, the positions that felt right. The pillow and lube became our accomplices in this spicy story, adding a whole new dimension to our connection.

Now after reading this chapter,
You will also say, no it’s enough,
We want details,

No no no.
No means no.