ELIXIR OF LUST
By Neel Anil Panicker
(PART 7 OF FICTION SERIES: A FAIR AFFAIR)
A month into her affair and Shefali was living out the truth behind the age old maxim: A true lover knows all.
Right from the time they had first made love, his hands and fingers had been faithful.
True, they strayed all over her body and even to places she never knew existed.
But they always came back and stayed, hovered and lingered that wee bit longer behind her back.
Her lower back that is.
And Rishi’s fingers, led by the ring finger, were at it right now, making slow, loving circular movements over a slightly charcoal-black patch of a size and shape similar to the oversized dot that an over the top married woman slaps on her forehead on social occasions, ostensibly for ornamental purposes.
She knew what was to come. He would gently…
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