FATHER-DAUGHTER BANTER

I feel like I am constrained in the heaven of liquor bottles. And do you know what alcohol does to me? Alcohol makes me stupid in the way that fear can do.

Fear? When has this become a virtue? People call me ruthless because I ain't fear anyone.

So today is the day. I am drinking straight from the bottle. Why? Because I am too tired to move and grab a fucking glass.

Arranged marriages are so sick dude. How can you get married to a guy you've never met before? You don't even know what he looks like. What if he is ugly or fat? I am a woman with sex hormones running wild since I have never ever been with a man in an intimate way before.

Now that I am getting married in over a month, sex is the only word that is horribly popping in my mind. I don't think I have missed imagining any of the sex positions with the guy called Aryan. Damn, I have run out of those and I know it's wrong ok.

I worked out every permutation and combination of sex with him. Yeah, what a classic mathematician I am. I snickered.

But in the past few days, I have been imagining about Aryan. This silly excitement that I feel in the pit of my stomach, tingles across my skin and I can no longer hold my heart in leash.

Adding to this, my mind doesn't help me at all. It keeps on doing naughty things like bringing up images of us wrapped up together in a duvet, my cheek against his toned chest to feel how warm he is.

These images make my belly tighten and tension courses through my body making me squeeze my thighs tightly.

Shit! Shit! Shit!

I have been fantasizing about Aryan lately. That is so not right, not even close to being right okay.

I can't help it, dude. He is hot. Strike that. He is super hot. Ever since I saw him at the meeting, I can't stop these aroused feelings in me making me all wet and tingly all through the nights and even in the mornings.

He is hotter than any man I have seen ever in my life. So what dude! So what if he is out of my league. So what if I can't have him to myself. So what if I am not going to marry him and proclaim my eternal love for him.

So what if he is making my heart go crazy. So what if my mind wonders just for once how it feels to slip my fingers into his forbidden shorts and rub his manhood until it glistens with his pre-cum.

It's totally not my fault if he's super sexy. When I first laid my eyes on him, I eagerly drank in his sexy body and the way he looked at me was quite painful.

What way? Well, maybe it might be my imagination fussing with me but I swear his look was all like,' You are not my type.'

I might have looked like a weirdo to him, staring at him with possessed hunger and need. Damn!

I had to remind myself over and over again that he wasn't looking at me at all at the party since I could feel no tension, no need or desire for me on his part.

It is all one-sided and all one-sided things are bitches that drive us to the edges of madness. So, I have to shove these desires and cravings down and tame my mind before they cripple me with lust for him.

I know I must be imagining but I can't dare deny the tingles that consume my body when images where he fills me with his manhood making me complete as a woman pop up. That's feels so right and wrong at the same time.

The second I got a whiff of his musky manly scent, I knew I was a goner. 

The way he sexily removed his shirt at the after meeting party, flexing his muscles and the juicy outlines which unfortunately or fortunately became the root cause as to why these traitorous cravings for him surged into life inside me.

Leave my mind, you traitorous desires and thoughts. I scream helplessly.

I almost thought that these thoughts would be for the short term and would not stir any kind of trouble for me. But how wrong was I to assume that the hot specimen would be forgotten in the that dead dark night?

My mind calls after him to come close and stand by me while I prepare breakfast for him. My body craves for his warm hugs and to be wrapped up in his bulky arms. 

My heart hammers against my ear making it difficult for me to breathe suddenly.

But then he is gone, like always he does. These thoughts will also leave me cold under the moonlight throwing me into this misery of arranged marriage with some guy I have never seen before. 

I can not do this to my future husband. I just can not, okay. I can not let myself crave for another man. It will only make me feel guilty forever.

Today, I reassure myself. I will meet my fiance tomorrow and bury these thoughts and forget about Aryan forever.

How easy it is to say,' I will forget about Aryan' than do it?

Today is, even more, worse with thoughts of him naked bouncing around my head, flooding it until he is all I can think about, wiping all my worries of this forced marriage.

Naked images of him are out straight worse than anything else in this existence. They are just mouth-watering and indescribable. What spell has he cast on me? 

Thoughts of his perfect plump juicy ass as he dipped into the see-through pool at the party and his toned torso that paved the way to his delicious manhood glistened under the moonlight. All these won't stop popping in my head again and again.

These forbidden desires hammer through me fiercely and I no longer have control of the images and images that bounce around my head playing a wicked game with me.

As the soft melody of a romantic song drifts into the air, I grin ear-to-ear not caring about these forbidden thoughts about a man while I was to wed another.

I officially got wasted.