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Unholy Heat - Chapter 1

Solara said:
Yes... Totally agree . And it is a very interesting genre to explore :) and the secret is to get the balance right...


Absolutely !! Fun fun !


Hahaha ! Sure, will do. I have the scenes for this series though... Ummm maybe we could do another sometime?
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Absolutely! Erotica is all about balance—sensuality wrapped in storytelling, emotion interwoven with desire. It’s an art to craft something that’s both intense and meaningful, rather than just indulgent.

And oh, that sounds exciting! If you already have the scenes mapped out, it’s going to be a thrilling ride. But yes, if you ever want to brainstorm or explore another story, I’m all in! Fun fun indeed!
 
Solara said:
The bass thrummed through the dimly lit pub, vibrating through the floor, seeping into skin. Bodies swayed, tangled in the sultry rhythm, lost in the heat of the night.

And at the center of it all—Tara.

She moved like sin incarnate.

A deep red slip dress clung to her curves like a second skin, the silky fabric riding up her thighs with every slow, teasing sway of her hips. Thin straps barely held it in place, exposing golden skin, the deep cut of the neckline offering just enough to tempt, to taunt.

Adi saw her the moment he walked in.

He had come for a drink. A distraction. Not this. Not her.

Yet, there he was, standing at the bar, whiskey untouched, eyes locked onto the woman who moved as if she knew exactly what she was doing to every man watching.

Especially him.

The soft glow of the neon lights kissed her skin, making her glisten. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back, slightly damp with heat, tendrils sticking to her collarbone.

God, she was fucking mesmerizing.


Adi leaned against the bar, rolling his sleeves up, the black of his fitted shirt stretching over his forearms. His toned frame, dressed in dark jeans and polished boots, exuded quiet dominance. A man who didn’t chase—but was used to being chased.

Yet, something about her made him move.
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Adi wasn’t the kind to get pulled in easily, but Tara was different.

The way she moved, the way her eyes lingered on him—it was a challenge, a dare wrapped in silk and heat.

And for the first time in a long time, he felt like playing.
 
Solara said:
The bass thrummed through the dimly lit pub, vibrating through the floor, seeping into skin. Bodies swayed, tangled in the sultry rhythm, lost in the heat of the night.

And at the center of it all—Tara.

She moved like sin incarnate.

A deep red slip dress clung to her curves like a second skin, the silky fabric riding up her thighs with every slow, teasing sway of her hips. Thin straps barely held it in place, exposing golden skin, the deep cut of the neckline offering just enough to tempt, to taunt.

Adi saw her the moment he walked in.

He had come for a drink. A distraction. Not this. Not her.

Yet, there he was, standing at the bar, whiskey untouched, eyes locked onto the woman who moved as if she knew exactly what she was doing to every man watching.

Especially him.

The soft glow of the neon lights kissed her skin, making her glisten. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back, slightly damp with heat, tendrils sticking to her collarbone.

God, she was fucking mesmerizing.


Adi leaned against the bar, rolling his sleeves up, the black of his fitted shirt stretching over his forearms. His toned frame, dressed in dark jeans and polished boots, exuded quiet dominance. A man who didn’t chase—but was used to being chased.

Yet, something about her made him move.
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"God, she was fucking mesmerizing"
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Solara said:
The bass thrummed through the dimly lit pub, vibrating through the floor, seeping into skin. Bodies swayed, tangled in the sultry rhythm, lost in the heat of the night.

And at the center of it all—Tara.

She moved like sin incarnate.

A deep red slip dress clung to her curves like a second skin, the silky fabric riding up her thighs with every slow, teasing sway of her hips. Thin straps barely held it in place, exposing golden skin, the deep cut of the neckline offering just enough to tempt, to taunt.

Adi saw her the moment he walked in.

He had come for a drink. A distraction. Not this. Not her.

Yet, there he was, standing at the bar, whiskey untouched, eyes locked onto the woman who moved as if she knew exactly what she was doing to every man watching.

Especially him.

The soft glow of the neon lights kissed her skin, making her glisten. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back, slightly damp with heat, tendrils sticking to her collarbone.

God, she was fucking mesmerizing.


Adi leaned against the bar, rolling his sleeves up, the black of his fitted shirt stretching over his forearms. His toned frame, dressed in dark jeans and polished boots, exuded quiet dominance. A man who didn’t chase—but was used to being chased.

Yet, something about her made him move.
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Nice intro
 
Chapter 2

Unholy Heat - Chapter 2

Previous Chapter: Click here Drawn like a moth to a flame, he pushed off the bar and stepped onto the dance floor, straight into the fire. Tara felt him before she saw him. A shift in the air. A presence—tall, commanding, intoxicatingly close. When she turned, she found eyes dark with...
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criss cross said:
Adi wasn’t the kind to get pulled in easily, but Tara was different.

The way she moved, the way her eyes lingered on him—it was a challenge, a dare wrapped in silk and heat.

And for the first time in a long time, he felt like playing.
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Some waits are worth it ;)
 
URum said:
Am busy on a holiday tour mamu.. Across Rajasthan off best exploration...
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Did u stay a night in Thar ???? Desert night... In the tents.. with Rajasthani folk music and the local food... ! :D and top of it just forget to carry ur woollens for the night hahahah
 
Solara said:
Did u stay a night in Thar ???? Desert night... In the tents.. with Rajasthani folk music and the local food... ! :D and top of it just forget to carry ur woollens for the night hahahah
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Had a local who shared
 
Solara said:
The bass thrummed through the dimly lit pub, vibrating through the floor, seeping into skin. Bodies swayed, tangled in the sultry rhythm, lost in the heat of the night.

And at the center of it all—Tara.

She moved like sin incarnate.

A deep red slip dress clung to her curves like a second skin, the silky fabric riding up her thighs with every slow, teasing sway of her hips. Thin straps barely held it in place, exposing golden skin, the deep cut of the neckline offering just enough to tempt, to taunt.

Adi saw her the moment he walked in.

He had come for a drink. A distraction. Not this. Not her.

Yet, there he was, standing at the bar, whiskey untouched, eyes locked onto the woman who moved as if she knew exactly what she was doing to every man watching.

Especially him.

The soft glow of the neon lights kissed her skin, making her glisten. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back, slightly damp with heat, tendrils sticking to her collarbone.

God, she was fucking mesmerizing.


Adi leaned against the bar, rolling his sleeves up, the black of his fitted shirt stretching over his forearms. His toned frame, dressed in dark jeans and polished boots, exuded quiet dominance. A man who didn’t chase—but was used to being chased.

Yet, something about her made him move.

Next Chapter: Click here​
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Solara said:
The bass thrummed through the dimly lit pub, vibrating through the floor, seeping into skin. Bodies swayed, tangled in the sultry rhythm, lost in the heat of the night.

And at the center of it all—Tara.

She moved like sin incarnate.

A deep red slip dress clung to her curves like a second skin, the silky fabric riding up her thighs with every slow, teasing sway of her hips. Thin straps barely held it in place, exposing golden skin, the deep cut of the neckline offering just enough to tempt, to taunt.

Adi saw her the moment he walked in.

He had come for a drink. A distraction. Not this. Not her.

Yet, there he was, standing at the bar, whiskey untouched, eyes locked onto the woman who moved as if she knew exactly what she was doing to every man watching.

Especially him.

The soft glow of the neon lights kissed her skin, making her glisten. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back, slightly damp with heat, tendrils sticking to her collarbone.

God, she was fucking mesmerizing.


Adi leaned against the bar, rolling his sleeves up, the black of his fitted shirt stretching over his forearms. His toned frame, dressed in dark jeans and polished boots, exuded quiet dominance. A man who didn’t chase—but was used to being chased.

Yet, something about her made him move.

Next Chapter: Click here​
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Mhmmm hawwwttt...I love the photo. The vibe, the setting everything is promising ❤️ I want morreee :blush:
 
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