In the heart of New Delhi, a woman named Priya lay alone in her bed. She was a woman of great beauty, with raven black hair that cascaded down her shoulders, and a luscious, curvaceous figure. Her skin was a rich, warm brown, and she had the most inviting, dark eyes that seemed to hold a thousand secrets.
Priya had always been a woman of passion, and she took great pleasure in exploring her own body. She loved to touch herself, to feel the softness of her own skin, and to revel in the pleasure that only she could give herself.
Tonight, she was feeling particularly horny, and she couldn’t resist the urge to slip her hand between her legs and begin to touch herself. She closed her eyes and let out a soft moan as she felt her fingers brush against her wet, swollen lips.
As she began to touch herself, she couldn’t help but think about the man she had met at the market earlier that day. He was a tall, handsome Indian man with piercing black eyes and a muscular, toned body. She had felt an immediate attraction to him, and she couldn’t stop thinking about him all day.
As she continued to touch herself, she imagined that it was the man from the market who was touching her. She imagined his strong, calloused hands on her body, exploring every inch of her soft, warm skin. She imagined him kissing her neck, her ears, and her lips, as he whispered sweet nothings into her ear.
She imagined him touching her breasts, pinching her nipples, and teasing her hard, swollen nipples. She imagined him kissing his way down her body, until he reached her wet, aching pussy.
She imagined him licking her pussy, tasting her juices, and making her moan with pleasure. She imagined him finger-fucking her, sliding his fingers in and out of her wet, tight pussy, as she begged for more.
She imagined him penetrating her, sliding his hard, thick cock inside her, as she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him deeper inside her. She imagined him fucking her hard, as she screamed his name and begged for more.
As she imagined all of these things, she felt herself getting closer and closer to orgasm. She could feel the pleasure building inside her, as she touched herself faster and harder.
Finally, she couldn’t take it any longer. She let out a loud moan as she came, her juices flowing freely from her pussy. She lay there, panting and sweating, as the pleasure slowly subsided.
As she lay there, she couldn’t help but wonder if she would ever see the man from the market again. She hoped that she would, and that they would be able to explore each other’s bodies in real life, just as she had imagined in her mind.
She knew that it was a long shot, but she couldn’t help but hope. She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, dreaming of the man from the market and the pleasures that they might share together.
The end.
