Hello, my dear horny boys and girls of Desi Tales. I am Neha and I am back with the bang.
Thanks for all your overwhelming responses and the suggestions regarding my previous sex stories. You guys are really motivating me further to write stories on my experience. Let me tell you guys.
To be honest, not all my stories are real. Most of them are real while some are my fantasies. But I am not going to tell which are real and which are fantasies as they would break the fun in reading my stories. Please continue to support and keep up the good work. By the way, Harsh, you really have a good cock.
Well, you guys must be knowing Raj, who was my boyfriend. Many asked me how did I break up with him and so I am going to narrate the way we broke up as that incident deserved to be on Desi Tales since the content is very much relevant.
I and Raj were having our normal lives as a couple. We were determined to get married and the feeling was giving me an immense pleasure.
We lived in the same home without his parent’s knowledge. Finally, one day his parents came to know about us and they severely warned us for doing so. I sincerely apologized them and they were not ready to accept it.
Moreover, they were concerned about my dressing. They saw me wearing short skirts and shorts in public. I didn’t speak a word in front of them and had a big argument with Raj on the same night in my home. He lied to his parents that he was in the office working late. Our conversation went like this:
Me: Raj. You know how I dress. Right?
R: Yes. But my parents are reserved and conservative. You see?
Me: So?
R: You can wear those clothes as of now. But after marriage…
Me: I should not wear those clothes after marriage?
R: At least when my parents are around?
Me: What is wrong with you Raj?
R: That is what my parents wish. To be homely.
Me: But that is not I wish. It is my clothes and it is all about how I feel Raj.
R: I understand baby. They are not asking you to wear sari and churidar all the time. You can wear western clothes too but full clothes.
Me: Listen, Raj. You are my finance. You are feeling comfortable with my clothes. I am not concerned about others.
There was silence for a moment. After a long pause, Raj said,
R: Others? They are my parents.
Me: Yes. But I am not a slave. You know your parent’s taste. You should have loved another girl who might be homely.
R: Let’s talk about us. Please.
Me: Exactly. What we feel about ourselves and not our parents.
R: What if I say, even I am not comfortable with your clothes?
Me: Acha? You were okay when you first met me while I was wearing a slit skirt. You were not concerned when I was wearing a short skirt while we were shopping and you were comfortable when we went on a holiday and enjoyed the beach in a swimsuit and now you feel uncomfortable since I am your fiance?
I could see Raj’s face changing. He used to be very calm and content person but he was having an unpleasant face as I spoke.
R: Yes. I was okay with those clothes when you were my girlfriend. I am not okay as you are my fiance now. So what?
Me: Raj. I don’t believe you.
R: Well, believe now. Because this is the reality. You are not in London anymore.
Me: What if I don’t want to change the way I dress?
R: You have no choice. You should dress the way we want you to. It is good for the family. Can’t you make this sacrifice?
Me: No.
R: You should.
I got furious when he kept insisting my dressing behavior. I would have accepted but what kept be stubborn was his nature of forcing things in the name of family and tradition. I wanted to teach him a lesson. I went in and wore bum shorts and sleeveless tops. He was shocked to see me in short clothes. I took my handbag and wore my heels.
Me: Well, Raj. This my life and I am going to the club. Are you coming with me?
R: Listen to me Neha.
He grabs my hand and something made him kiss me. Maybe my skin was tempting him. He reciprocated. I hugged him tightly. He took off the clothes her was wearing and I took off mine. I sat on the sofa naked and he jumped on me.
He grabbed my boobs and was sucking my nipples hard. I wrapped his hips with my legs and he was holding my thigh. He was very good then. To be precise, he was better than any of his days on the bed.
I closed my eyes and thought that that was going to be the best sex with Raj. He pushed his penis into my pussy and we locked our lips. After a good smooch, he started to suck my earlobes and my shoulders. Then, we went on fucking in a doggy position and after a good fuck, he came in my ass. We had a nice shower and he started again.
R: So, now will you listen to me and stop wearing these clothes?
Me: No way. What made you think that I will?
R: If not, we may have to cancel our engagement.
I removed my engagement ring immediately.
Me: Here you go. It was nice meeting you. You may leave my home, Mr. Raj.
He left and we never spoke. Anyways, I was not even sad in 1% in breaking up with that loser.
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