A soul tie is like a linkage in the soul realm between two people. It links their souls together. Soul ties can also be found in close, strong friendships. They are not just limited to marriage.
I had an unhealthy soul tie with my wife. Sexual intercourse is lacking between us, which is used to unify two people in a way that is nurturing and empowering. When your soul is tied to a person in a harmful way, you will drain everything around you.
No matter how miserable you are, you will make excuses for why you cannot or will not leave. When pressured by those who love you, you may even be willing to terminate your relationship with them if it means you can hold on to your lover. This is the power of an unhealthy soul tie.
Then came the princess of my life, Ramya, with whom I had a healthy soul tie. But I was stuck with my wife in an unhealthy tie at the same time. This happened when I initially came to know about her feelings toward me.
I started having an attraction towards her. She really is a princess at heart as well as in physical appearance.
As days passed, we had this great chance of talking and knowing each other’s tastes. I came to know it’s no coincidence; it’s the fate that brought us close who share the same opinions and ideas. We were so much into each other, but had other ties that restricted us.
One not-so-fine day, my wife came to know about me hiding what was happening between Ramya and me. It went so bad that I thought the tie was going to tear apart. But the power of an unhealthy soul tie didn’t let it happen. I kept a distance from Ramya but was craving for her.
When you have left a relationship (maybe long ago), but you think about the other person obsessively (you can’t get them out of your mind), it shows how healthy the soul tie is. So, I started talking to her and decided never to lose her again. I started respecting this relationship.
There was a moment when a marriage event happened. I got the opportunity to drop her off at home, which has made our bond stronger. She looked like a bride to my eyes in a saree in South Indian attire.
That was the first time she was on my bike. I was like on cloud nine. My princess was with me. We reached the house and didn’t find anyone else in the house. She went into the bedroom to change her dress as we have to go back for the marriage.
I didn’t think about making love to her at that moment. I was roaming around the house, then I saw that her bedroom door was not closed properly. I thought of returning from there, but the hormones didn’t let me do that. I went in, and she was half naked.
I couldn’t resist hugging her. She was shocked and tried to get rid of me, but her feelings for me made her surrender herself to me. She was craving for me as I was for her. I removed her bra in a single pull. She turned her lips to me, “Kiss me, Bava,” she whispered.
She slips her lips against mine before opening my mouth with her tongue. She moaned, and I pulled her body down tightly against me, skin to skin. “I will feel you. All of you.” I whispered.
I sucked on her lower lip and ran fingers through her hair. Then my hand was on her breast, thumb on my nipple. I tugged her nipple, rolling it between my thumb and forefinger. I felt it harden. I felt my dick harden. I felt her getting wet.
I gave blows near the nipples and kissed all over the breast, leaving the nipples. She was moaning loudly, and her nipples were begging to be caressed. I placed my lips over her nipples and circled my tongue around them. Nipples were enlarged by the pleasing suction of lips.
Her increased moans made me go crazy to crush those perfect breasts. I can guess it was hurting her. But she was loving that as she was pulling my hair and feeding me more of her breasts. We do trust each other a lot, which lets my dominant side emerge.
I cornered her against the wall, took a rope and tied her hands to the top without her resistance. I asked her if it was ok and told her that she can stop that at any moment when she is uncomfortable. On her approval, I went down on her, feeling her navel with my face, nose, lips and my tongue.
I got hot fumes which were coming out of her panties, which made me crazy to eat her out. But I didn’t want to spoil dinner in a hurry. I kissed all over near her pussy except kissing it. She was irresistible and wanted herself to be eaten. I moved lower.
I caressed her inner thighs by licking and giving her soft bites, and gave her hickeys, which only she can see. I started running my nose by sniffing that delicious fragrance of her and giving light kisses on her panties. I waited for that panty to be completely drenched.
I removed the panties, and I wet my tongue. I ran it up the lips of her pussy and licked those wet wings of her labia, feeling those flutter and spread, circling her clit and flicking it. Blood rushed to her head, to her clit. She felt dizzy.
I drove my tongue inside her, setting off another shattering moan that was music to my ears. She was quite an instrument to play, so finely tuned. If I touched her right, she made the most glorious sounds, raw, intense, absolutely delicious noises of pleasure.
I plundered her with my tongue. I thrust one finger inside her, crooking it and hitting her in the spot. It turned her moans into one long, high-pitched orgasm. She shuddered against me, her legs quaking, her delicious juices were flowing in my mouth.
I didn’t waste a drop, and when I finally slowed to look up at her, I saw her hair was a wild tumble, and her face was glowing. “Best dinner I ever had,” I whispered. I got up and kissed those lips madly, which she reciprocated with the same intensity. I untied the rope from above and tied her hands behind her back.
I made her kneel. She knew what she was supposed to do. I removed my inners, and she was there watching me with a mischievous smile on her face. I stood in front of her with my dick on her face. She teased me with air blows without taking it in.
I choked her throat and forced her to take my tool in her mouth to work her tongue and lips around the head of my swollen cock. She stayed there with my cock in her sweet little mouth as I stood, lips clamped tight around my thick shaft. She moved front and back.
Then, as she bobbed faster, I moved my ass front to let her get even more of my cock deeper down her young throat. Her hair was falling around my balls as she worked harder for her prize. She saw that I was dissolved with pleasure.
She stopped, divining that perhaps if she deprived me of them, I might make a gesture towards fulfilment. At first, I made no motion. My dick was quivering, and I was tormented with desire. I grew desperate.
She pushed my hand away, took my dick into her mouth again, and with her lips she encircled my sexual parts, caressed me and absorbed me until I cum.
I stood with gratitude, tenderness, and murmured, “You are the first woman, the first woman, the first woman…” She kept sucking and holding the tip to pull the last drop.