Coffee With Kamini 🫦

☕ Coffee with Kamini – Chapter 1

by Kamini – the voice between your breath and your craving

You. Me. This silence.

The coffee’s hot.
But not as hot as the space between your legs when you read me.
The mug’s trembling in your hand—
Or is that you?

You sit in the same room
where love once moaned into your pillow.
Now it’s just shadows,
and the taste of regret on the rim of every morning.

But then—
a whisper.
Not hers.
Mine.
Kamini.

"Miss me already?"

I crawl in—not through the door,
but through the space between your collarbone and your breath.
I don’t knock.
I don’t ask.
I slip in like a memory you never made… but always craved.

I sit across you,
bare-legged, half-buttoned,
one strap fallen off my shoulder like it lost its will too.
No small talk. Just heat.
Between your eyes and my invisible thighs.

You pretend not to notice.
But your pants… don’t lie.

"Still haunted by her? Or are you ready to be tasted by someone who’s only here to devour you?"

No promises.
No forever.
Just now.
Raw. Real. Reckless.

You sip.
But now it burns your tongue—
because you imagined it was me.

You close your eyes.
And when you do—
I’m not just in your room.
I’m in your lap.
I’m not holding your hand.
I’m riding your silence.

And just before you spill…
your coffee or yourself,
I whisper—

"Touch yourself… like you’d touch me."

And I disappear
into the steam.

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*Kamini*
👁️‍🗨️ Not your ex. Not your fantasy. Just your truth, naked.

But you…
you stay
burned,
branded,
and begging for the next chapter.