Anisha's Wedding

By Chetna Khanna

Anisha is about to be married, but she is yet to get over her ex, Rashi. What happens when Rashi comes to stay over at Anisha's place for her wedding? Do sparks fly? Read the latest in the "Edge of Ecstasy" series from Chetna Khanna to know more.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Srishti Publishers
• Release date: Sep 10, 2019

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ANISHA’S WEDDING

The Edge of Ecstasy #6

BY

CHETANA KHANNA

Srishti

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The Edge of Ecstasy Series

#1. Sanjana’s Seduction

#2. Aditi’s Game

#3. Sonal’s Adventure

#4. Tanvi’s Party

#5. Smriti’s First

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Copyright © Chetna Khanna, 2019

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One

Anisha looked at Raman’s penis as if it were a grotesque and frightening monster. To be fair, she had seen erect penises before – in porn movies and image messages from her women friends – but this was the first time she was seeing one in real life, up so close.

Come on, suck it, Raman said, impatiently, clutching her breasts hard through her bra, as she knelt in front of him.

Raman was sitting on the edge of his bed, naked from the waist down. His erect penis pointed at Anisha’s face as she knelt in front of him on his bedroom’s carpeted floor.

He pinched her left nipple through her bra hard as if it would inspire her to take his penis in her mouth. Anisha yelped with pain. Ouch! That hurts, Raman!

She regretted having come over to his house on his invitation, regretted letting him lead her to his bedroom almost forcibly and remove her top. He had been playing with and squeezing her breasts like they were stress-balls almost painfully hard until he decided he had to have a blowjob.

Before she knew it, she had been forced to kneel in front of him, with him ogling her cleavage, with his penis thrust at her face. Thankfully, he hadn’t forced her to take off her bra yet –she already felt uncomfortably naked in front of him in her current state of undress.

Shouldn’t we wait to be married, first? Anisha asked, her voice almost pleading.

For sex, yes, Raman replied, But this is not sex. We are just fooling around.

With no apparent choice left, she took his member in her hands and began to jerk it up and down, like she had seen performers do in porn movies.

In the mouth, please, Raman said, groaning.

She kissed the tip of his penis, even as she jerked it, but it reviled her even more – its sight, its