Porny
Priyank rolled his eyes, not out of annoyance, but a sense of weariness as he felt Priya was on the verge of discussing the topic endlessly.
It wasn’t like he had slept with her; if that were the case, he might understand her insistence on prolonging the conversation. But for just a blowjob, he couldn’t comprehend why she felt the need to blabber the point endlessly.
He couldn’t shake the nagging thought of how much she might divulge once they were fully intimate. The idea of her sharing details of their sex life with others, like Daisy and Mary, was mortifying-he couldn’t bear the embarrassment it would bring.
‘It’s not like you don’t find it embarrassing, taking advantage of her? How is that any less embarrassing than what you did?’ His head throbbed with conflicting thoughts.
A voice in his head reminded him of his own actions, questioning why he found her words more embarrassing than his own transgressions.
Priyank struggled with his conscience, feeling as though there was someone inside his head constantly providing a reality check that he couldn’t ignore.
Struggling with his conscience, Priyank gathered his thoughts and thought to address Priya with a simple request, hoping she would understand.
“Please, Priya, let’s not discuss sucking my cock like this. Keep it between us,” he urged, attempting to convey his discomfort as plainly as possible.
But Priya, undeterred, countered with her own logic. “Why can’t I talk about it? It’s just sucking cock. You said every grown woman does it at least once in their lifetime. Even your mom and Mother Mary must have done it. So, what’s the big deal?”
Priyank’s frustration boiled over as he responded sharply, “You can’t talk about my mom like that. That’s disrespectful and crazy.”
Priya persisted, “I mentioned Mother Mary too. Is your mother not a woman? Or has she not sucked any cock yet?”
Priyank facepalmed as he heard her question, wondering how one could be so oblivious to the fact that it’s disgusting to talk about his mom or even her Mother Mary like this.
Yet, she spoke as if it were an undeniable truth.
Of course, people do have sex and indulge in various activities in bed.
But why did they need to discuss his or her mom’s sex life? It seemed utterly crazy to him.
“Is that how you talk about elders? You claim not to discuss anyone’s private parts or engage in such behaviour, yet here you are, speaking about my mom and even your own,” Priyank exclaimed, frustration evident in his voice.
Priyank sighed, feeling a mixture of frustration and disappointment at Priya’s disregard for boundaries and respect. Despite his efforts to communicate his discomfort, she seemed unfazed, continuing to blur the lines of propriety with her words.
He couldn’t comprehend why she failed to grasp the seriousness of discussing such sensitive topics, especially when it involved their own family members.
“I didn’t say anything wrong; if I can suck, anyone can suck,” Priya replied nonchalantly.
She couldn’t grasp why Priyank found it so objectionable when he was the one who had forced her to do it in the first place.
Now, he was acting as if she was responsible for actions, which she found unfair and frustrating.
His anger toward her perplexed her, especially considering his role in the situation. Priya couldn’t understand why he was placing all the blame on her when he was equally involved.
Moreover, she had never shown disrespect for his mother, yet he seemed to take offence even when she spoke similarly about her own mother.
The double standard in his behaviour left her feeling confused and exasperated.
“Listen, we shouldn’t be discussing these things with anyone close to us, especially not our mothers,” Priyank said, trying to maintain his composure.
He realised that for Priya, concepts like giving blow jobs or having sex were not viewed in the same light as they were for most people.
“So why do I need to talk about it with you? Why did you make me do it? You’re so confusing, I don’t know what’s going on in your head,” Priya exclaimed, taking a deep breath, her mood soured.
The sweetness of the cake she had enjoyed before now turned bitter, overshadowed by Priyank’s incomprehensible behaviour and conversation topics.
“This is not what I meant. Dammit,” Priyank muttered, frustrated with the misunderstanding.
Despite Priyank’s efforts to convey the importance of discretion and respect, he couldn’t shake the feeling that Priya’s understanding of boundaries differed significantly from his own.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.
It seemed that what he considered private and intimate was viewed differently by Priya, leading to misunderstandings and tensions between them.
She was casually discussing topics that were neither common nor ethical.
Even though his own actions might not always be ethical, he didn’t go around engaging in explicit conversations with just anyone. Yet here she was, with that innocent look on her face, talking as if they were having some sort of pornographic or naughty discussion.
And now, she had even dragged their mothers into it, twisting his words to suit her narrative. Now, he found himself at a loss for words.
“Okay, you win. I don’t want to talk about this anymore. I don’t understand what the issue is. And yes, I won’t discuss this with Mother Mary or Aunt Daisy. I didn’t even mention the kiss you gave me to Mother Mary. Whatever,” Priya conceded, her frustration evident in her tone.
With a resigned sigh, Priya decided to let the matter rest, feeling both confused and weary from the exchange. Despite her own frustrations, she made a mental note to avoid discussing sensitive topics with others, especially their mothers.
‘Don’t know how many times I have to lie because of you,’ Priya muttered.
She had never been one to lie, but ever since she met Priyank, she found herself concealing things from Mother Mary, which felt like lies to her.
Yet, she couldn’t muster the strength to resist him; he always seemed to get his way, leaving her feeling drained and powerless to oppose him. At least for now, she had no energy to entertain his whims.
“I’m glad,” Priyank replied, brushing off the topic, not wanting to dwell on it further. At least she had agreed not to discuss such matters with anyone else from now on.