She half-walked, half-ran to the door, down the staircase from her room. She opened the closet to put on a skin colored overcoat over her bra and crotch-less panties, to answer the door. She was one of the few women her age who was secure in the way she looked both clothed and naked. She turned to look at herself in the mirror half-naked as she was. She moved up her arms to tie her hair in a bun: as she did so, her breasts complained as they filled out against the tight bra. She put on earrings next, large silver earrings some distant relative had gotten for her from Tamil Nadu. She put on her panties next: an innocuous enough pair of underwear that covered almost her entire hips, but if you were to spread her legs, you would see the round hole in the fabric where her crotch was: her now wet and pulsing crotch. She looked in the mirror as she put on her strapless black bra – one size too tight so that it pushed her breasts and her cleavage up: just as Raj liked it. Smriti was getting dressed for her boyfriend. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the Publishers. The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.Īll rights reserved. Any resemblance to people, living or dead, places, events, communities or organizations is purely coincidental. The characters, places, organisations and events described in this book are either a work of the author’s imagination or have been used fictitiously. Srishti Publishers & Distributors in 2019 Shahpur Jat, New Delhi – 110 digitally published by Publishers & Distributors The Edge of Ecstasy Series SMRITI’S FIRST The Edge of Ecstasy #5 BY CHETANA KHANNA
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