"Kashish, let's go home. It's late already, I will drop you at home." Kunal's voice was tired. Tired and lost. As if the last remanant of strength and resistance in him is slowly dissipating. Like a weak smoke in a storm. The bright orange spark is visible, maybe even gaining strength. But the smoke disappearing slowly. "And for the love of God, switch on your phone. Ajay must be worries sick about you already!"

This day was in the making for a good while now. Maybe 3 years. Maybe even a decade. Possibly longer.

The characters in this particularly complicated story aren't stranger to each other. Kunal, Ajay and Kashish actually grew up together, if you can believe it! Grew up together, attended the kindergarten together. Hell even studied together till second standard. True, after that Ajay went to a prestigious all boy's school thanks to a generous donation from his small industrialist father, Kunal and Kashish continued to study together till University. Same school, same college, same University.

It's one of those friendships where kids plan their future married. It's one of those special friendship where two of them actually married each other.

Ajay weds Kashish. It was a beautiful event, indeed. In those glorious marital attire they both looked almost princely! Plus the flowers and the light. Made the whole thing almost like a fairytale. In fact, the light was so damn bright and warm, nobody even noticed the fact that Kunal actually didn't drink a single drop that day.

The same Kunal who started drinking from University. He wasn't an alcoholic. But he was always the life of the party. Making joke, laughing, pouring drinks - making sure everyone was having a good time!

Ajay was almost opposite. All boy's school actually made him more serious towards life. Focussed towards future. Took a solid job after University, took him at max five years to solidify his financial future.

No wonder Kashish chose Ajay. I mean it's not her fault, she didn't event how many times Kunal wrote letters to him only to burn it all away. Drinks helped.

But as luck would have it, here they are. Three years after the marriage, here is Kunal and Kashish, sitting in his car. Almost two hours now. Maybe more.

Ajay became sucessful in life. But that came with a heavy price. As time passed by in the marriage, he became distant and monotonous, at least physically. Truth be told, he still loves Kashish more than the entire world. But the bedroom became dead. Maybe once a month, 30 seconds. That's all.

Kashish tried her best. Phycistrist, sexologists, trips .. hell even watching porn together. But nothing helped. In fact, as luck would have it, she got addicted to the type of porn that's not even natural. The kind where a woman is letting go all her control and a man is using her as if a mere ragdoll! Is that even normal? She doesn't even know.

And that's why, here she is, in Kunal's car. In response to Kunal's hurry, she slowly leaned towards him. Her lips dangerously closes to his earlobe, whispering.

"Please Kunal. Tonight only. Please give me a single night of womanhood. Let me be me. No daughter, no wife. Just a woman. Please, for fucks sake!"

The last bit of her words carried a warmth that is now seriously threatening to melt the last bits of Kunal's resistance!

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Hello there dear reader, hope the premise till now has been able to put you in Kashish's space, even for the fraction of a second!

I have kept the premise open-ended intentionally. So that you and I can have a brainstorm and find the middle ground where we both look forward to the next response just as eagerly.

However, for the sake of clarity, I don't think this will be a soft, vanilla, lost lover scenario. Kashish had all of that. She now needs to be herself now. Kunal loved his from afar for so long. Maybe when the distance became non existent, his lost love will express itself in the form of sadistic tendencies.

And finally, to round off this post, I am K, a 35 year old male based out of Bangalore. I see RP as an outlet to be the unhindered me. I behave the way I want to, not how I am expected to. And considering that I have been a BDSM practitioner over a decade now, this RP will almost surely contain elements of that.

Towards that, my kinks are - Dominance, sadism, TPE, spanking, cheating, strangers, cuckolding, anal, rimming (receiving), creampie, facials, Gagging & deepthroating, making you swallow, edging, spit play, sloppy blowjobs, kitchen, balcony, against the wall, public dares and risky encounters, corruption of a innocent woman into slut, hair pulling, spanking, age play, sensuous orgasm, dominance.

And my limits are : Blood, bathroom stuff and anything illegal.

However, it's not necessary that we will need to use all my kinks in the play. We can surely discuss and curate a list we both are comfortable with.

So yeah, that's about it. You can either imagine yourself in place to Kashish and slid that hand softly between your legs, or you can slide into my DM and let me grab that soft and wet pussy and claim it mine. Upto you, really.