Hello, readers! I’m Ram, and I’m excited to share my experience on this platform. For a long time, I’ve been an avid reader here, drawn in by the incredible stories that have inspired me in different ways. Now, I feel it’s time to contribute my own experience.
It is one of the most memorable real-life incidents I’ve had recently. It was a bit of a long story. Hope you enjoy.
I’m Ram, 28, a software engineer from Hyderabad with quiet confidence and a passion for storytelling. One of my posts on XIS struck a chord with Tejaswini, 32. She is elegant, emotionally aware, with a slim, curvy frame and long, flowing hair. She has warm brown eyes that seem to hold stories of their own.
She had just stepped away from a tough breakup and wasn’t looking for a relationship. But my writing drew her in. Soon we found comfort in a friendship that was emotionally close and physically intimate—no labels, just mutual understanding.
Most weekends, Teju and I would head out into Hyderabad’s nightlife, dancing, laughing, and living freely. One evening at a lively pub, while she was lost in the music, I struck up a conversation with a stranger at the bar.
Me: “Hey, I’m Ram.”
Arjun: “Hi Ram, I’m Arjun.”
Me: “You alone?”
Arjun: “No, I’m here with my wife.” (He nodded toward the dance floor.)
Me: “Oh, nice! You don’t look married—you seem too young.”
Arjun (laughing): “Thanks! What about you?”
Me: “I’m with my girlfriend.”
We hit it off quickly. After a few drinks, Arjun invited me to the smoking room.
Arjun: “So how long have you two been together?”
Me: “Just a month.”
Arjun: “That’s pretty new. Met at work?”
Me: “Not exactly. I write on XIS. She found one of my stories, and we connected from there.”
He seemed intrigued, so I showed him our chats and shared the pieces that sparked it all.
Arjun: “These are brilliant. No wonder she got hooked.”
We exchanged numbers before parting ways. The next evening, Arjun messaged me, saying he’d read my work again and loved it. Then, unexpectedly, he opened up about a few fantasies—some daring, some surprisingly aligned with mine. One in particular stood out: couple swapping.
Me: “You’re into that too?”
Arjun: “Been curious for years. Never found the right people.”
Me: “Would you actually try it?”
Arjun: “With you guys? Maybe. But my wife—she’d never agree.”
I told him Teju was open-minded. After a few thoughtful conversations, she became curious enough to consider it.
Me: “We’re fine with it. Did you tell your wife?”
Arjun: “Not yet. Let’s go with the flow.”
Me: “That sounds risky.”
Arjun: “I’ll manage.”
A few days later, Arjun invited us to a casual hangout. Maya, his wife, was petite and graceful—around 5’2″, with a calm charm and a soft, artistic vibe. Arjun introduced me as his colleague, and I played along.
Tejaswini wore a plum crop top paired with a flowing skirt that hugged her waist. It flared with every step, highlighting her toned frame and soft curves. Her collarbones glinted under the dim lights, bare shoulders adding effortless grace to her confident strut.
Maya was in a white tee and fitted jeans, carrying casual allure—petite but shapely. Her shirt clung gently around her chest. Her hips were outlined subtly by denim that spoke louder than words.
Me: “Doing great. Arjun’s always talking about you—says you’re a brilliant cook. I’m curious to try your food.”
Maya: “That’s sweet. I’ve made chicken gravy and mutton chops. Hope you like them.”
Me: “Looking forward to it.”
She seemed warm and unsuspecting—her energy genuine, her intentions kind. The evening was light and full of laughter, but under the surface, something more was simmering.
As the drinks kept flowing, we played silly games—dumb charades and the like—until Arjun gave me a subtle signal. Arjun leaned back, eyes glinting with that signature mix of ease and mischief.
Arjun: “Time for something more fun?”
Me (grinning): “Maybe ‘Never Have I Ever’? Or… ‘Truth or Dare’?”
There was a pause. The kind that stretches just long enough for everyone to feel the shift. Then Arjun stood, slow and deliberate, shot glass in hand. His gaze swept across the room—pausing on each of us, settling the charge that already hung in the air.
Arjun (smirking): “Truth or Dare, it is. No bottle. No chance. We go in order. Everyone gets their turn. No skipping. No hiding.”
He began placing shot glasses in front of us, one by one—lining them up like he was arranging unspoken promises. The tequila bottle shimmered between us, surrounded by lime wedges and salt, ready to loosen the last of our hesitation.
Arjun: “You answer or act. Then you drink. Whether it’s innocent or wicked—that glass doesn’t stay full.”
He glanced at Teju, who sat beside me, adjusting her skirt with one hand, the other resting lightly on the couch. Her crop top shifted with her breath, her eyes already gleaming.
Teju (tilting her head): “Even if I just flirt a little?”
Arjun (grinning): “Especially then.”
Maya chuckled, her white tee softly hugging her frame as she reached across the cushions to pass the salt. Her hair fell messily near her cheek, catching the glow from the string lights overhead. There was something in her smile—calm but curious. Like she already knew how the night might end.
Arjun raised his glass.
Arjun: “And no boring dares. If you play it safe, I refill your shot myself—and trust me, I don’t pour lightly.”
He drank first. A cheer followed—low, warm, laced with thrill. And just like that, the night stopped pretending to be casual. This wasn’t a game anymore. It was foreplay—for secrets, for feelings, for something none of us could take back.
Round 1:
Arjun — Turn 1 (Dare)
Teju: “Truth or dare?”
Arjun (bravely): “Dare.”
Maya (devilish): “Call your ex and propose. On the loudspeaker.”
Arjun looked like his tequila betrayed him. He dialled.
Arjun: “I was thinking… maybe we should try again?”
Voice on call: “Arjun… what is this?”
He ended the call to laughter and panic.
Arjun: “That wasn’t tequila. That was emotional trauma.”
He took his shot—honour barely intact.
Ram — Turn 2 (Dare)
Arjun: “Ram, your turn.”
You: “Dare.”
Teju (grinning): “Dance to the last song you played—right here—and post it on your Insta story.”
You stood, music playing, giving your best moves. A spin. A finger gun. A dramatic final pose.
Maya: “Oh, that’s going viral. Saving this for my wedding toast.”
You posted. You drank. You lived.
Maya — Turn 3 (Truth)
Teju: “Truth or dare?”
Maya: “Truth.”
You: “Tell us something no one in your life knows—not even your closest people.”
Maya paused, thoughtful.
Maya: “I almost dropped out of college once. I never told anyone. I just… didn’t feel like I belonged.”
Everyone quieted.
Arjun: “You do now.”
She smiled gently and drank.
Teju — Turn 4 (Dare)
Maya: “Truth or dare?”
Teju: “Dare.”
Arjun: “Call your parents and tell them you’re ready for marriage. No explanation.”
Teju sighed and dialled.
Teju (casual): “So, I think I’m ready to get married.”
Mom (instantly): “With who? Are we meeting someone? Is it happening now?”
Teju (laughing): “Nope! Just a dare!”
Mom: “That’s not funny. Your dad’s checking the calendar already.”
Teju sipped her drink as Maya patted her back in solidarity.
Everyone had finished the first round. Each person had done their dare and taken a shot of tequila. The room felt lighter—some were laughing, some just quietly smiling. But beneath it all, something had shifted. A look here, a touch there… and suddenly, the game didn’t feel so innocent anymore.
Round 2
Arjun — Turn 1 (Truth)
Teju: “Truth or dare?”
Arjun: “Truth.”
Maya (smirking): “What’s one thing you only ever do when you’re totally alone?”
He half-laughed, scratched the back of his neck.
Arjun: “I dance in front of my mirror. The kind where you lip-sync and pretend you’re irresistible.”
You: “So when’s the concert, rockstar?”
He threw back his drink, mock-bowing.
You — Turn 2 (Truth)
Arjun: “Your turn, Ram. Truth or dare?”
You: “Truth.”
Teju (more serious): “When was the last time you cried?”
You: “While rewriting one of my scenes. It felt too real—like I tapped into something buried. Couldn’t finish until I let it out.”
Maya didn’t tease.
You drained your glass slowly, pulse quieter than before.
Teju — Turn 3 (Dare)
Maya: “Dare time.”
You: “Whisper dirty talk in someone’s ear. And mean it.”
Teju stood, scanned the circle—then leaned down toward you, so close her breath skimmed your jaw.
Teju (voice low): “If I had you tonight, you wouldn’t sleep. You’d beg for the breaks.”
She pulled away like nothing happened. Arjun fumbled for his glass. Maya stared, unreadable.
Maya — Turn 4 (Dare)
Teju: “Dare. No soft landings.”
Arjun (grinning): “Lap dance. Your choice of victim.”
Maya locked eyes with you. She moved with slow confidence, hips swaying to the beat she chose—something dark and silky. Her fingertips grazed your thighs, never fully landing. Her knees framed yours, and her eyes never looked anywhere but you.
Then she whispered:
Maya: “Bet you’ll write about this. But not how it actually felt.”
She returned to her seat without another word.
Shot Round — The Interlude
Glasses clink. Teju winces, Arjun coughs, you lean back—and Maya? She’s the last to drink, slow and unfazed.
Maya (grinning): “Okay. My face’s warm. Just saying.”
You (smirking): “That’s not all that’s heating up tonight.”
She laughs, but there’s a delay in her eyes. Not tipsy yet, but her guard’s lower. Teju notices. Arjun avoids looking too long. Shift in Mood Maya stretches out, one leg crossed over the other. Her hair’s a little messier, her tone a little softer.
Teju: “Are we doing another round, or are we turning this into confessions?”
Arjun: “What’s the difference anymore?”
You: “One burns in your chest. The other you blame on tequila.”
Maya (lazy smile): “Let’s play. But no more safe dares. And no more lies.”
Round 3:
Arjun — Turn 1 (Dare)
Teju: “Dare?”
Arjun: “Let’s go.”
You: “Kiss someone—but not on the lips. Make it count.”
He stands, walks straight to Teju, and takes her hand. Then bends and presses a slow kiss to her inner wrist—deliberate, intimate.
Teju (softly): “You’re full of surprises.”
Arjun returns to his seat, eyes unreadable.
Ram — Turn 2 (Dare)
Maya: “Ram… sit in someone’s lap. Their hands decide where they stay.”
You rise and walk over to Maya. She doesn’t flinch. You settle onto her lap, her arms encircling your waist with a mix of possessiveness and play. Her fingers wander slightly—just enough.
Maya (whispering): “You fit better than I imagined.”
Teju watches, expression tight. Arjun doesn’t breathe.
Teju — Turn 3 (Dare)
Arjun: “Your dare: bite someone. Anywhere.”
She doesn’t hesitate—rises, circles behind Maya, and leans in. Her teeth graze Maya’s shoulder, lips pressing after. Not hard. Just suggestive.
Maya (gasping): “Oh… okay.”
You (smiling): “That reaction wasn’t faked.”
Teju walks back slowly, her smirk barely contained.
Maya — Turn 4 (Dare)
Teju: “Reveal your desire. One move. One look.”
Maya faces you. No music, no words. She steps close, presses a fingertip to your chest, trails it downward slowly, then leans in and breathes against your ear:
Maya: “If you want me… write it with your hands.”
She returns to her seat, leaving that heat tattooed on your skin. Maya and Teju were completely drunk now, their laughter loud and reckless. Maya clinked her shot glass with a cushion, missing the actual toast.
Teju leaned into whoever was closest, mumbling something about floating. The room buzzed with wild energy—anything could happen next.
Final Round:
Arjun — Final Turn (Dare)
You: “Dare one. Remove one piece of Teju’s clothing—using only your mouth.”
Arjun’s throat bobs. His fingers twitch. He rises slowly, nervous laughter in his chest. Teju doesn’t move—she watches him, lips parted, challenge in her eyes.
He leans in, breath warm against her skin, eyes darting from hers to her neckline.
His mouth grazes the hem of her top—hesitates—then hooks the fabric gently.
Slow. Careful. His lips tug, the fabric slipping off her shoulder. No hands. Just breath, warmth, and bold intent.
Teju (whispering): “Well… guess you’re not shy anymore.”
Maya exhales sharply, shifting in place.
You — Final Turn (Dare)
Teju (softly): “Now yours. Dare two. Kiss your favourite part of her body.”
All eyes turn to Maya. She doesn’t look away—her eyes stay with yours. Chest rising. Waiting. You rise—slow, deliberate. Step toward her. Then you lean in, part her hair gently to one side. Your lips touch just below her ear—warm skin, soft pulse.
Not rushed. Not showy. You linger. Then press deeper. Maya shivers slightly, her breath catching.
Maya (quietly): “I thought you’d pick that.”
You smile, sit back. Arjun still hasn’t moved. Teju’s smile is slow, unreadable. The game’s over. But no one’s ready for it to end. The final dare had spilt through the room like warm honey, and now everything slowed.
Teju leaned back into the cushions, her dark hair fanning out like shadows—eyes glassy, voice low.
Teju (softly): “I need a break… I’m too tired even to pretend I’m brave.”
You caught Arjun’s glance, then turned to Maya. Her cheeks flushed, fingers lazily tracing the hem of her sleeve as she giggled at the ceiling. Everyone was quiet, the game dissolving into something deeper—unspoken truths and lingering touches too tender to be played.
After sharing a bottle of wine, Teju and Maya had both drifted into a deep, tranquil sleep. Arjun and I quietly switched places, and Maya’s head gently found rest on my shoulder. I felt the softness of her presence and slowly slipped my hand around her waist.
I savoured the gentle warmth and delicate touch that felt uniquely hers. Without a word, we silently agreed to take the next step. I carefully lifted Maya into my arms and carried her inside, her sleepy mind mistaking me for Arjun, her husband.
I eased her down onto the bed with tender care, settling her comfortably before switching on the air conditioner. The cool air whispered through the room, blending with the soft glow of the bedside lamp. That warm, golden light cast a delicate shimmer on her waist, drawing my eyes to its gentle curve.
I leaned in closer, letting my fingers trace a feather-light path along her skin. Slowly, reverently, I pressed soft kisses along her waist, caught in the quiet intimacy of the moment. I slowly slide my hands inside her top and can feel her warm boobs, and start enjoying those soft boobs!
They are so soft like a cushion. She was half awake, and still she was thinking I’m her husband, and she kept calling me Arjun. She pulled me in close, and I gave her a slow, sweet kiss in return. I couldn’t resist running my tongue over her lips because her lipstick tasted so sweet.
It intensified the kiss and made the redness even more smudged. I carefully leaned in close after giving her a gentle shove into the bed. I inhaled her delicious aroma as I drew closer, which was made all the more alluring by the subtle taste of her perspiration.
After kissing her face, I moved gently down, licking her neck and giving her gentle kisses as I went. She became even more aroused by it, and I began nibbling her neck while she drew me into a tight embrace. I carefully reached down toward her jeans as she was embracing me.
I unbuttoned them gently because they were tight. She was still wearing a panty inside. I felt her soft, recently trimmed flesh as I moved my palm under it. She was a little moist. She moaned softly as I began to gently rub her pussy, responding to every touch.
I started kissing her neck after carefully removing her T-shirt, then I proceeded lower. I removed her bra by carefully unhooking it. From her neck to her breasts, my kisses became forceful bites that left obvious imprints on her delicate skin.
I didn’t hold back because it was obvious that she was relishing every second and responding with great pleasure. Her silky, curved thighs were revealed when I moved lower and slowly pulled down her jeans. They looked amazing, and I felt fortunate to be able to admire her.
I kissed my way up from her toes, making sure not to miss a spot. I bit her a couple of times when I got to her thighs, and she groaned quietly back. To get a better look, I pushed her panties aside. Her newly trimmed flesh was invitingly silky. Her groans became more intense as I started to softly stroke her clit.
Her aroma was deep and warm, with a hint of sweetness from her excitement. I leaned in to smell it. That moment was electric in every way. I was at my breaking point. I pushed my face between her knees and bent in to give her a deep lick while sucking with intense hunger.
She took hold of my head, preventing me from pulling away. Her groans became louder with each contact as my tongue glided quickly and deeply. As I continued to give her everything I had, I enjoyed every bite of her powerful and sweet arousal.
I took my pants off when she gave me space, leaving my semi-hard dick exposed. Without hesitation, she fell to her knees, seized my dick tightly, and started sucking rhythmically and ravenously. I became completely hard very quickly.
I softly held her head and guided her further as she sucked and stroked, focused and deep. Lost in the heat of the moment, I couldn’t help but push harder. I clutched her hair and watched her mouth move with confident ease. She had been exhausted for five minutes. I assisted her in getting into bed.
I forced her to go to bed. I grab my penis, put on a condom, and begin massaging it close to her pussy. Her face shows me a little bit of delight and pain. I pressed my dick’s first half lightly. Although she managed to control her pain, I could see it in her face.
She eased when I pulled her back a little. When I pushed my complete dick, she lost control of her anguish and started moaning. I continue kissing her and give her little strokes while holding her moan. A few strokes later, she was having fun.
We continue doing missionary, I’m giving her hard strokes and pounding her so hard, she was so close to her cum. She made me hold for a second, I removed my dick and continued to suck her pussy. I tasted her delicious honey from her pussy. She was relaxed.
I started teasing her pussy again with my dick. Suddenly, I pushed it in, and she was holding her screams, and I started stroking her so hard! She was smiling at my strokes. I keep pressing her boobs and her legs on my shoulder and giving her a hard stroke.
I continued fuck her for 5 more minutes. I was near my cum. I removed my dick and pulled the condom. I kept stroking it, and she was waiting for my cum like a slut. After a few strokes, I cum on her face and mouth! She swallowed the cum, licked my dick, and cleaned my cum.
She was reclining comfortably on the bed, completely at ease, her body relaxed against the soft sheets. I leaned in close and began kissing her face gently at first, savouring the tender connection between us. But as our lips met, a spark ignited.
Our kisses grew more intense and passionate, unleashing a wild, urgent energy. While I kissed her cheeks, she responded playfully and teasingly by sinking her teeth lightly into my ears. She pulled gently but firmly with her teeth, sending sharp, electrifying jolts through me.
That sensation stirred a powerful desire inside me, fuelling the growing fire between us. Encouraged, I returned the playful bite—starting softly on her cheeks and then trailing downwards. My lips pressed deeper into her skin, leaving a series of warm, tender marks on her neck.
Each kiss grew more fervent, a mix of wild abandon and affectionate reverence. I could feel her breathing quicken, and her body responding eagerly to my touch. My mouth and hands explored her skin, tracing bite marks like signatures of my passion across her entire body.
Her pale, smooth skin blushed a deep, glowing red under my lips and teeth, transforming her into a living canvas painted with desire. I became more horny after that, and continued having sex for two more rounds! And take rest next to her! And cuddles her all night.
In the morning, I had a little talk with Arjun about her night. And after Teju woke up, we left the place.
That’s it, readers! This was one of my real-life experiences with a friend. I doubt I’ll ever have a better one. I hope you all enjoyed reading about it. I will write more about my experience in the upcoming parts. Feel free to share your thoughts and reviews—I’d love to hear them!
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