SEX IN SAREE

He was older. Divorced. Hot.

Had abs that could make a saree fall off-And I wanted him to take my virginity while I was wearing one.

He used to tutor me in maths-strict, sharp, and so damn serious.

But now, all I could think about was how his hands would feel on my waist, how his mouth would taste on my skin.

I lifted my saree. Pulled up my underskirt.

His mouth dropped when he saw my bald, dripping pussy.

"Sohini," he moaned-his voice nothing like the one that used to explain equations.

It sounded like need.

Like hunger.

Like he was about to ruin me.