Hi, I am new to sharing my personal experiences.
My name is Ram (name changed). I am 25 years old, 5 feet 9 inches in height, with a 7-inch tool. I am an IT guy working in Trichy. On the side, I also create posters and promotional creatives for local businesses as a freelance designer.
I am not lean and not chubby, just a medium guy, the kind you’d easily mistake for an ordinary IT employee—quiet, focused, and mostly invisible in a crowd.
My girlfriend Harini introduced me to a businesswoman named Riya (Name changed) for poster designing.
Riya is 34 years old. Her size is 36-34-38 (which I came to later). She is a confident woman, independent, and carries herself with a calm maturity that instantly sets her apart. She was whiteish, with soft hair flowing and an effortless beauty that didn’t want any attention to attract others.
She is a single mother of two young boys below 10 years old. She managed both her family and her business with strength that I slowly came to admire. She lived in a posh apartment in the centre of Trichy, something I came to know only later.
At first, our conversations were strictly professional. She needed posters and promotional creatives for her business pages. I designed and delivered them. Our conversations were brief and to the point—fonts, colours, offers, deadlines. Nothing more than this.
Over the next few months, we met in person four or five times at different events along with my girlfriend. I had a crush on her, but as my girlfriend was with me, I was not able express or initiate anything. We were saying just a Hi and Bye when we met.
There were small discussions about the future design requirements and nothing more. I never spoke about this to my girlfriend. I told myself it was just to enjoy seeing her assets, nothing deeper.
The breaking point had come in the month of Feb 5th, a week before Valentine’s Day. On that night, it was around 10 PM. I received a message from Riya asking for a Valentine’s Day promotional poster for her business.
I worked on till 11.30 pm and sent the poster to her. But she was not satisfied with the design I made. Instead of postponing it, I decided to get on an online meeting and redesign it as per her needs.
One poster became two. Two became four. Before we realised it, it was already 1 AM.
Sleep didn’t seem important anymore. Then we slowly spoke about my work, about her business and then about her personal and family. Maybe it was the late hour, maybe it was the comfort of talking through a phone, but she opened up.
She spoke about her past, how she lost her husband, her responsibilities, and the pressure of being strong every day. Her voice was low. She became emotional. There were moments of silence. Neither of us spoke, yet the connection felt stronger than words.
I listened to her feelings. I didn’t stop her. Sometimes, that’s all a person needs. To make her feel better, I asked whether I could come and meet her, and we could go for a small walk. First, she said no. But I was asked her again and again, she agreed, said a drive will be better, and I said ok.
It was 2.30 am when I reached near her apartment. I parked my bike in the nearby road and called her. She came outside in her car, and I got into her car. She was wearing a loose T-shirt and pyjamas—clearly not planning anything beyond a short drive.
The soft fabric of the T-shirt subtly highlighted her natural curves. The straps of her bra were visible. For a moment, I remind myself to stay calm. We drove to the Trichy Chennai highway till Samayapuram. The city was almost silent, with a few vehicles passing.
But the highway was not silent. Lorries, buses, and cars were moving continuously. The sound of the vehicles created a strange calm, like the world was moving while we stayed suspended in our own space. She spoke about her personal life.
I was hearing her past stories and tried to console her. While returning, I asked her to stop the car for kulfi. It was a small moment—sharing smiles, standing quietly, no heavy feelings. Then we continued our drive.
I was thinking to initiate a spark between us. But there was a fear inside me. What if she misunderstood and told my girlfriend Harini? That fear kept me silent. I was battling between desire and fear.
While she was changing gears, I gathered some courage and kept my hand lightly brushing against hers. For a second, both of us froze. She didn’t pull away her hand. I gently held her hand, and neither of us spoke. That silence said more than anything else could have.
After that moment, she slowed the car and parked over the Kollidam river bridge. She rolled down the window. Cool air was coming in, gently moving her hair. The river flowing beneath us reflects the tower lights and passing headlights of vehicles. We looked at each other—no words needed.
I leaned towards her and kissed her cheeks. She closed her eyes. Both of our hearts were breathing heavily. Then she leaned closer, and our lips met. It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t planned. Just soft, hesitant, and warm. Her rose lips were very soft.
I can feel the sweetness of kulfi on her lips, biting her lips softly for 2 minutes. Horns of the passing vehicle reminded us of the reality.
We drove back to her apartment slowly. I held her hands till we reached her apartment, neither of us speaking. Before getting out of the car, I turned her face towards me and kissed her lips once again—soft and gentle.
No promises.
No explanations.
Just a quiet “Bye.”
That night didn’t end things. But it started something. The very next morning, I woke up early with a strange fear sitting inside me. My mind kept thinking, how would Riya react to what happened? Will she see it as a mistake, or worse, will she tell my girlfriend about it?
I kept checking my phone repeatedly, hoping to get a call or a message from her. Nothing came. Since it is the weekend, I have plans with my girlfriend. Even while spending time with my girlfriend, my mind was not calm. There is a constant fear.
What if Riya called or messaged while I was with my girlfriend and mentioned something about the previous night? If that happened, I knew I’d be completely trapped. We had breakfast at a hotel and stepped outside. Just then, my phone rang.
It was Riya.
To be continued.
Based on the response received to my email, the next part will be added soon.
Any girls, ladies or married women looking for casual fun with no strings attached can connect with me at: [email protected]