Hi Friends and readers, Thanks for the responses given to my previous story. Those who did not read it can go and read my story. Boys, I request you to provide feedback only and not to ask details of my clients. I do not provide any contact information of my clients.
I have been a regular Reader of the ISS website since 2019. I request all readers and ISS to forgive me if there are any typing mistakes. This story happened to me in real life in Jan 2024.
Let’s not waste any time and come to the story.
This is a story of when I met with one of my readers through email. The story will be narrated by my reader/ Partner. Let us call her name Sakshi (Name changed for privacy).
Hi friends, my name is Sakshi. I work in a senior position in an US based MNC. I am 36 years old. Whiteish complexion, married for 14 years and have 2 kids. I live with my family. We belong to a middle/Upper-middle-class family.
Days were passing like normal, something in me felt incomplete, uneven, felt as if I was invisible, that’s when I started reading ISS and came across his story.
Initially, I didn’t open his story because I was bored. I opened it because I had ten minutes before my next meeting and nowhere else to put my thoughts. Working from home sounds comfortable to people who don’t do it.
For me, it meant switching between spreadsheets, answering calls, looking after the house, children, and husband. In the afternoons, post-meetings, it was a quiet house that echoed too much of my own thoughts.
Somewhere between deadlines and unanswered messages at home, something felt missing—but I couldn’t name it. What struck me first was how calm the story felt. No urgency. No desperation. The woman in his story wasn’t running away from her life; the meeting with him felt urgent for her.
She was simply pausing it for a moment. That resonated deeply with me. I closed the story halfway, not because I didn’t like it, but because it felt too close to my own reality.
I finished reading it that night after my hubby and kids had fallen asleep. Slowly. I liked how the meeting happened during the day, between ordinary hours, as if it didn’t need darkness to exist. There was a conversation or a war going on in my mind.
Silence. Respect. When it ended, it didn’t leave me restless—it left me settled. That was new for me.
A few days later, during another lunch break, I searched for his name and read the story again. I wanted to see if the tone was accidental or consistent. It wasn’t accidental.
The other story carried the same quiet steadiness. Different women, different lives—but the same patience and effort. That consistency made me feel safe and made me wet down there in a way I hadn’t expected.
I sent a feedback email, and later that night, I got his response email. I felt butterflies in my stomach. Something unique, thrilling, like an adventure, talking to him later, we shifted to Google chats.
The chat post initial emails went as follows:
Me (Sakshi) – Hi, how often do you do this?
Him: Depends on her mood and how much she craves me.
Me: I like the way you listened to her and are now planning for the baby.
Him: Yes, Mission accomplished, she is in her 2nd month.
Me: Wow, that’s nice. Does her husband or anyone else know?
Him: Never. Safety is my priority always and every time.
Me: That’s great, hearing that from you is making me feel something.
Him: What? Dear, is it?
Me: I want you to make love to me. Make me feel like a woman again.
Him: Wish granted. Can I see you?
Me: Sent a snapshot of me in a saree. (Since we were talking for a while, and I did trust him)
Him: You look pretty, beautiful, cute and hot at the same time.
Me: And? (I wanted to tease him)
Him: Sexy.
Me: Achcha, let’s meet up this weekend?
Him: Sure.
Me: My number XXXXXXXXXX. I gave him a spot near Andheri station.
As soon as we entered my house, He gave a subtle kiss on my lips. Deep, passionate and calm, the kiss was so intense it started my waterfall down there. He picked me up in his strong arms and took me to my bedroom, a place where my love life had dried up with my husband after years of marriage.
He kissed me from top (Forehead) to bottom (Toes), licking and teasing me. Making me moan in pleasure and desperate to feel more of him. Soon, he made me completely nude. I was there lying with my little hairy pussy. Lying down, putting my hand on my pussy like a newlywed wife doing this for 1st time.
In no time, he started kissing my pussy, which made me feel heaven. In the next 10 minutes, I had multiple orgasms. It was 1st time me getting licked. My husband never licked me down there
I asked him to insert his dick inside me as I wanted to feel more of him. His size was bigger than my husband’s. As soon as he inserted his dick in me, I moaned in pleasure. It felt so heavenly.
He made love to me for 20 minutes in different positions: Doggy style, 69 position, Cowgirl, lotus, standing, etc. After that, we had a bath in the bathroom together in a romantic way.
He left as it was evening time. In gratitude, I paid him some money. It looked more than money as it was a bond between us. After that, he left, kissing my forehead.
The following weekend, I couldn’t sleep the whole night. In the morning, I woke up and got fresh with excitement. I was ready to meet him. When we finally met, it felt familiar before it even began. He listened without probing. He didn’t ask why I was lonely or what I lacked at home.
There was comfort in that restraint. I didn’t feel like I was explaining myself—I was just being present. I didn’t message him again immediately. I went back to my routine.
But sometimes, between meetings, I found myself re-reading his words. Not for excitement—but for calm. And that’s how I knew this wasn’t just a story I had read. It was one I would return to.
Hey readers, hope you enjoyed this steamy encounter! I don’t know who will read this and quietly relate. Some women read and move on. Some remember.
But I would surely tell all girls and women down there it was worth it. After all this hectic life, someone who listens to us and doesn’t judge our character.
Women, I would surely suggest to definitely give it a try. If you’re someone who reads slowly, closes the story, and comes back later, you don’t need to rush anything.
I don’t ask questions unless you want to speak. I don’t expect anything unless you’re ready. Sometimes a simple message is enough. Sometimes silence is also fine.
Let me know how it was through this mail [email protected]. Your privacy and safety are assured and guaranteed. Let’s make some moments worth remembering!