The Door I
Left Open
The paper-thin walls of our Mumbai building were the only thing between us—until I stopped pretending I didn't want him to hear. Now I leave my door open after my shower, waiting for the sound of his bath running in the flat above. Tonight he comes down still dripping, pushes me against the wall we share with the neighbours, and takes me hard and deep. One hand clamps over my mouth while the other grips my thigh, fingers bruising into the skin. The dirty talk is low and urgent against my ear—he tells me exactly how tight I am, how he's been thinking about this all day. When he finishes inside me with a guttural groan against my neck, we both know tomorrow night will be the same. The door stays open now.
Length3 scenes · ~55 min
Read by767 readers
RegisterTender → reckless

3 scenes18+
RomanceSpicy
Cover · generated, then hand-graded