Hey friends, I’m Siya Jain, and this is my first time writing a story, so if I mess up, forgive your dear friend. Today, I’m going to share the juicy tale of how I celebrated my birthday with my boyfriend Manik, turning it into a daytime “wedding night”… oh, let’s call it a wedding day. Those moments were so hot and sweet that even now, thinking about them makes my body tremble with excitement.
Manik and I live in different cities—he’s in Mumbai, and I’m in Delhi. Manik is the kind of guy who can make any girl go weak in the knees. Tall, wheatish complexion, a naughty smile, and those intoxicating eyes that you could drown in. His muscular body and strong arms are so inviting that any girl would melt in them. I missed him terribly whenever I saw my friends hanging out with their boyfriends, laughing and roaming around. My heart ached to be with Manik, to feel his touch, to lose myself in his warmth. But what could I do? We were both busy with our studies, and meeting wasn’t easy. Sometimes, I’d get mad at him, saying, “Everyone else gets to enjoy with their lovers, and we’re stuck on phone calls!” That’s when he promised he’d come to meet me. My heart danced with joy at the thought.
One day, I told him I wanted to spend my birthday with him because I couldn’t imagine celebrating without him. He said he’d let me know in a day. I insisted, “No way, you have to come! I’m tired of cutting cakes with friends; this time, I want your love!” After a lot of pleading, he finally agreed and promised to show up. I was over the moon, counting down the days and nights until I’d be in my lover’s arms.
One evening, I was watching Murder on TV. The steamy scenes between Emraan Hashmi and Mallika Sherawat set my body on fire. I imagined myself and Manik in their place—kissing, touching, losing ourselves in passion. My pussy tingled, and I felt a wet sensation. When I checked, my panties were soaked with a white, salty fluid. I tasted it with my finger, and right then, I decided I’d make this happen with Manik. I wanted to be naked in his arms, feel his cock inside my pussy, and make my birthday unforgettable. But I kept it a secret, smiling mischievously to myself as I dreamed.
Finally, the day arrived when Manik came to Delhi. I went to the bus stand to pick him up. The moment I saw him—black shirt, wet hair flicked back, that killer smile—my heart skipped a beat. The Murder scene flashed in my mind, and without thinking, I hugged him and kissed him right there in front of everyone. His lips on mine felt like an electric shock. He was startled and chuckled, “Siya, everyone’s watching, babe!” I looked around, saw people staring, and blushed hard, stepping back. He whispered in my ear, “That was one sweet kiss, Siya!” I blushed even more, but inside, I was bursting with joy.
He asked where he’d be staying. I’d arranged for him to stay at a friend’s place, but a naughty idea struck me. I lied, “My friend had to leave town suddenly, so you’ll have to stay at a hotel.” The sparkle in my eyes gave me away, and he grinned wickedly, saying, “Alright, a hotel sounds fun!” I was thrilled, my mind already racing with thoughts of a Murder-style night, though I played innocent in front of him.
He teased, “Can you handle going to a hotel with me? What if someone sees us?” For a moment, I worried—what if someone I know spots us? But the heat in my pussy and the craving in my heart were too strong. I said, “No worries, we’ll be discreet.” We checked into a nice hotel, and he booked a room. As we entered, my heart was pounding. Manik’s presence, his scent, his smile—everything was driving me wild.
The moment we stepped into the room, Manik pulled me into his arms and kissed me deeply. His warm touch set my body ablaze. I melted into his embrace, like a parched fish diving into water. He wished me a happy birthday and handed me a red rose. His love made my heart melt. Then he said he was tired from the long journey and would shower, asking me to watch TV for ten minutes. I nodded, “Okay, I’ll wait.”
He went to the bathroom but left the door slightly ajar. The sound of the shower sparked a naughty urge in me. I tiptoed to the door and peeked inside. Through the bathroom mirror, I saw Manik naked under the water. His chiseled body, broad chest, and that long, thick cock made my pussy throb with desire. It was the first time I’d seen his cock, so big and hard that my body shivered with anticipation. I wanted to touch it, to feel it inside me, but I worried he’d think I was too forward. I quietly returned to the bed and turned on the TV, but my mind was elsewhere. All I could think about was rushing to him, pressing my body against his naked skin, and sucking his cock until he moaned my name. My panties were soaked again.
Manik came out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist, water dripping from his hair. His wet chest and strong arms made my body burn. He put on pants and joined me on the bed. He pulled me close, kissed my forehead, and asked, “How’s my darling doing?” I shyly replied, “Now that you’re here, I’m the happiest girl in the world. This birthday will be special with you.” He looked into my eyes, caressed my cheeks, and kissed my pink lips. His kiss was so intense that I melted with shyness.
I teased, “What’s with all this love?” He laughed and said, “Didn’t you feel shy watching me shower naked?” I froze, my cheeks burning. I tried to speak, but words failed me. He pulled me close and kissed me again. I pretended to be innocent, but inside, I was bursting with excitement. His lips explored my neck, my ears, my shoulders, each touch sending sparks through my body. I pushed him away lightly, teasing him to make him crave me more.
He said, “What’s wrong, Siya? Isn’t this what you wanted? Why are you running now?” He cupped my face and added, “It’s your birthday, and I’m going to love you so much you’ll never forget it.” I played coy, “What, is this mandatory?” He chuckled, “I know what’s in your heart, my queen.” Inside, I was screaming, “Come on, my king, give me what I want!” But outwardly, I kept up the shy act.
He tried to grab me, and I giggled, dodging him. He warned, “Come to me quietly, or I’ll strip you naked!” His words made my eyes sparkle, and I teased him more. Finally, he caught me and kissed me passionately. I surrendered to his passion. He said, “I knew what you wanted the moment you kissed me at the bus stand. And when I caught you peeking in the bathroom, it was confirmed.” I blushed and admitted, “I just want your love today. When I see other girls with their boyfriends, I crave to be with you, to kiss you, to…” I trailed off. He urged, “To what? Say it!” I playfully punched his chest and said, “You know what I mean!”
He wrapped me in his arms and promised, “I’ll fulfill every desire of yours, Siya. You’ll never feel alone again.” I hugged him tightly, our lips meeting in a fiery kiss. He brushed my hair behind my ear and kissed my earlobes, his warm breath tickling my neck. A wave of intoxication washed over me, and I started losing myself. He sucked my ears, and I felt like I was floating in paradise. I wanted him to keep kissing me forever, to drown me in his love.
His hands slowly moved to my breasts, squeezing them gently. “Ahh…” a moan escaped my lips. His touch was electric, sending shivers through me. He squeezed harder, and I went wild. He caressed my other breast, and my breathing grew heavy. I looked into his eyes, and he said, “Siya, why do your eyes look so sexy?” I shyly replied, “It’s the intoxication of your love, my king.” He kissed my lips again and squeezed both breasts hard. “Ohh… Manik!” I moaned. It felt like he was consuming me with his passion. I whispered, “Come on, my love, ravish me. This is what I’ve been craving.”
He leaned over me, held my face, and sucked my lips deeply. His kiss was so intense that my breath caught in my throat. He kissed my neck, my shoulders, and moved lower. He lifted my kurta and planted a deep kiss on my belly. A 440-volt current shot through my body. “Ohh… Manik, what are you doing?” I moaned. He kissed my navel, swirling his tongue around it, and I was lost in a colorful dream. He pulled off my kurta, unhooked my bra, and my fair, round breasts spilled free. He stared at them, mesmerized.
I covered my breasts with my arms, blushing, “Don’t stare like that, Manik! I’m shy.” He laughed, “My love, forget shyness today. You’re mine, and I’m yours.” He moved my hands and squeezed my breasts hard. “God, Siya, these are perfect! So fair, so juicy… I want to devour them!” I giggled, “Why devour? I’ve been massaging them for a month just for you!” He grinned, “You’ve stolen my heart, my queen.” I teased, “Now give me my birthday gift—make me happy, Manik!”
And then, the real fun began. He yanked the drawstring of my pajamas and tossed them aside. My pink panties were gone in a flash. I was completely naked before him, my cheeks burning with shyness. I covered my breasts with my hands and crossed my legs. Manik grabbed my hands, climbed over me, and spread my legs with his. “Why so shy now, my darling?” he said, and began sucking my breasts. He took my nipples in his mouth, teasing them with his tongue, circling them slowly, and gently biting them. “Ahh… Manik, oh God!” My moans filled the room. He sucked one breast while kneading the other, alternating between them, leaving my nipples swollen and red. Every nibble sent a mix of sharp pain and sweet pleasure through me. He pinched my nipples, pulling them gently, and I arched my back, begging for more. “Suck them harder, Manik!” I gasped, my fingers digging into his hair.
He kissed his way down my body, lingering at my belly, sucking my navel until I squirmed. His hands roamed my thighs, teasing the sensitive skin near my pussy. He spread my legs wider, and I felt exposed, vulnerable, but so turned on. He looked at my pussy, glistening with wetness, and said, “Siya, you’re so fucking wet for me.” I blushed, “It’s all for you, my king.” He ran his finger along my pussy lips, and I shivered, a loud moan escaping me. He teased my clit with his thumb, rubbing slow circles, and my hips bucked involuntarily. “Ohh… Manik, don’t stop!” I begged.
He lowered his head and licked my pussy, his tongue flicking over my clit. The sensation was overwhelming, like a fire spreading through my body. He sucked my clit gently, then harder, and I screamed, “Ahh… fuck, Manik!” His tongue explored every inch of my pussy, dipping inside, tasting my juices. He spread my pussy lips with his fingers and plunged his tongue deeper, fucking me with it. I grabbed his head, pressing him into me, my hips grinding against his face. “Lick me, baby, make me cum!” I cried. He sucked my clit while sliding a finger into my tight hole, curling it to hit my sweet spot. My body shook, and I came hard, my juices flooding his mouth. He lapped up every drop, moaning, “You taste so sweet, Siya.”
But he wasn’t done. He slid a second finger inside, stretching me, and finger-fucked me while sucking my clit. My moans turned into screams as another orgasm built. “Ohh… Manik, I’m cumming again!” I gasped, and my body convulsed, my pussy clenching around his fingers. He kissed my inner thighs, letting me catch my breath, but his fingers stayed inside, teasing me slowly. “You’re so tight, babe,” he said, his voice husky. “I can’t wait to fuck this pussy.”
He stood up, stripped off his pants and underwear, revealing his 8-inch cock, thick, hard, and throbbing. I gasped, “Fuck, Manik, it’s huge!” He smirked, “All for you, my queen.” I crawled to him, my hands trembling as I grabbed his cock. It felt like steel wrapped in velvet, pulsing in my palm. I licked the tip, tasting his precum, and a shiver ran through me. I swirled my tongue around the head, then licked the entire length, savoring every inch. “Mmm, you taste so good,” I moaned. I took him in my mouth, sucking slowly, my lips stretching around his thickness. He groaned, his hands in my hair, guiding me deeper. I gagged slightly but kept going, bobbing my head, my tongue teasing the underside of his cock. “Fuck, Siya, you’re so good at this,” he growled.
I sucked him harder, my hands stroking his balls, feeling them tighten. His cock grew even thicker, and I pulled back, nervous. “It’s so big now!” I said. He laughed, “It’s ready to fuck you senseless, babe.” He laid me back on the bed, spread my legs wide, and positioned his cock at my pussy’s entrance. He rubbed the head against my clit, teasing me until I was begging, “Please, Manik, put it in!” He pushed slowly, but my pussy was so tight that only the tip went in. “Ohh… it’s too big!” I whimpered. He kissed me softly and said, “Relax, love, I’ll go slow.”
He grabbed some cream, slathered it on my pussy and his cock, and pushed again. This time, half his cock slid in, and I screamed, “Ahh… fuck, it hurts!” Tears welled up, but he held me close, kissing my forehead. “It’s okay, Siya, just breathe,” he whispered. He moved slowly, letting me adjust, and the pain began to fade, replaced by a growing pleasure. He gave a hard thrust, and his entire cock buried itself in my pussy. My virginity broke, and a few drops of blood stained the sheets. I cried out, clutching him, but he soothed me, “It’s done, love. Now it’s just pleasure.”
He started thrusting, slow and deep, his cock filling me completely. Each stroke hit my sweet spot, and I moaned, “Ohh… Manik, it feels so good!” He picked up the pace, his hips slamming against mine, his balls slapping my ass. My breasts bounced wildly, and I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper. “Fuck me harder, Manik!” I screamed. He growled, “You want it rough, my queen?” He pounded me relentlessly, his cock stretching my pussy, the wet sounds of our fucking filling the room. I clawed his back, my nails digging in, and came again, my pussy squeezing his cock. “Ahh… I’m cumming!” I cried, my body shaking.
He flipped me onto my stomach, lifting my ass in the air. “Time to fuck you like my dirty girl,” he said, spanking my ass lightly. I moaned, “Yes, Manik, make me yours!” He spread my cheeks and slid his cock back into my pussy, fucking me doggy style. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me onto his cock with each thrust. “Your pussy’s so tight, Siya,” he groaned. I rocked back against him, meeting his thrusts, my ass jiggling. “Fuck me deeper, baby!” I begged. He reached around, rubbing my clit, and I screamed as another orgasm hit, my juices dripping down my thighs.
He pulled out and said, “I want your mouth again.” I eagerly took his cock, slick with my juices, into my mouth, sucking hungrily. I deep-throated him, gagging but loving it, my hands stroking his shaft. He moaned, “Fuck, Siya, you’re gonna make me cum.” I pulled back, teasing, “Not yet, my king. I want more.” He grinned and pushed me onto my back, lifting my legs onto his shoulders. He entered me again, his cock hitting even deeper in this position. “Ohh… Manik, you’re so deep!” I gasped. He fucked me hard, his thrusts shaking the bed, my moans echoing. “Take my cock, Siya,” he growled, pinching my nipples.
After what felt like forever, he said, “I’m close, babe.” I panted, “Cum inside me, Manik! I’ll take a pill later.” He thrust harder, his cock pulsing, and with a loud groan, he filled my pussy with his hot cum. The sensation pushed me over the edge, and I came too, my pussy milking his cock. We collapsed, sweaty and panting, wrapped in each other’s arms. He kissed me softly and said, “That was just round one, my queen.”
After a brief rest, his cock was hard again. He teased my asshole with his finger, and I tensed. “Manik, I’ve never done that,” I said nervously. He kissed me and said, “Trust me, babe, I’ll make it good.” He applied cream to my ass, sliding his finger in slowly, stretching me. The sensation was strange but arousing. He added a second finger, fucking my ass gently, and I moaned, “Ohh… it feels good.” He positioned his cock at my asshole and pushed slowly. The pain was intense as the head went in, and I cried, “Ahh… slow, Manik!” He paused, kissing my back, and moved slowly until the pain turned to pleasure.
He fucked my ass gently at first, then harder, his hands squeezing my breasts. “Your ass is so tight, Siya,” he groaned. I rocked back, moaning, “Fuck my ass, baby!” He pounded me, his cock stretching my hole, and I came again, my pussy dripping even though he wasn’t touching it. He thrust deep and filled my ass with his cum, groaning my name. We collapsed, exhausted, our bodies entwined.
But we weren’t done. Manik pinned me against the wall, lifting me so my legs wrapped around him. He fucked my pussy standing up, his cock slamming into me as I clung to him. “Ohh… Manik, don’t stop!” I screamed. He carried me to the bed, laid me down, and fucked me in missionary, then switched to spooning, his cock never leaving my pussy. Each position brought new waves of pleasure, and we lost count of how many times we came. He ate my pussy again, sucking my clit until I begged for mercy, and I sucked his cock, swallowing his cum when he couldn’t hold back.
By morning, our bodies were sore, but our hearts were full. Manik hugged me and said, “Happy birthday, my love. Best gift ever, right?” I laughed, “Yes, my king. Every birthday will be like this with you.” For two days, we lost ourselves in each other at the hotel. Every moment was filled with love, sex, and fun. Manik promised to return soon and left for Mumbai. Now, I’m waiting for him, knowing he’ll be back in my arms soon.
So, friends, how did you like my story? How was my first wedding day with my boyfriend? Let me know!
Your friend, Siya