Our Monsoon Tradition
- Feb 1
- 4 min read
Updated: May 12
Just the Sex by Maya Spring
This story contains: her and her, queer, contemporary romance, madly in love, couple, outdoors, bondage, cunnilingus
Blindfolded, gagged, and bound to a chair—I wait for my beloved.
The melody of her anklets and bangles recedes. I want to follow her back into the apartment and never leave her side. I want to get in her way while she cooks. But this is exactly why she has me tied to a chair on the balcony.
The first drops of rain splash on my face, heralding the end of the Mumbai summer heat. I’m wearing a thin cotton kurta, ready to turn transparent in the rain. There’s only a bamboo divider between the neighbor’s balcony and ours. My beloved’s relish in exposing me brings a tingling warmth between my thighs.
The cool wind carries her scent—a heady mix of jasmine and honey—as she comes back outside, humming her favorite Hindi song about making love in the rain.
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