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I always feel a bit funny when I have drinks... Alcohol make me do things which I can't when am sane. Today was my night, a night I promised myself the moment I promised myself to the man I love.
I giggled with the idea of marriage, as the booze streamed down my throat and stars kept popping behind my eyes I let it go... All of it!
As the pscychedelic hit the celling and everything else in the pub became unclear I danced like I never did... I dance, I love to dance, classical, Indian, Bollywood doesn't matter, It's a passion and cherish every moment.
After a moment or a decade I can't recall, I felt the need for rehydration. As I walked towards the bar I startled and felt the dizziness building up in my system, and it made me giggle some more do not know why.
As the bar tender delivered my drink I sipped and sighed in relief, there was a constant smile on my face for no utter reason. As I gazed through the bar a couple caught my eyes.
I could see the back of the girl... She was smooching the guy as she want to suck life from that guy... I gwaked in awe, how confidently she did that in public, I stared stared and stared for the longest moment.
That girl was all I wanted to be, bold clothes short hair, fancy nails and a goddess like persona. "Ugh am jealous!" I screamed silently as I felt libido forming in my core.
But as the brief moment passed I realised that there was something wrong, something in the frame is bothering me. I suddenly shot my eyes open. Fuck! Why didn't I see it, it's Avinash! Yes it's Avinash!
From the dynasty of stars I crashed... I crashed and something broke, may be it was already broken but I realised the shooting pain through my neurons.
"That girl! Is kissing my fiance!"
I gasped for air, I lost it I totally lost it! What Should I do... How should I act. Should I reprimand him, should I confront or should I ran away? Or should I stay silent as I have stayed all my life.
"May be he is getting all he want!"
I murmured in silence. I knew I could never give him what he wanted. Cos he could never give me what I want... All my fucking life I stayed the way people wanted but my mind! Oh my little mind my crazy hormones and all the thoughts I generated make me fucking "Insane"
Could I ever tell him what I wanna do with his male part... What I want him to do with my body! No am Sorry Avinash I never can...
How can I tell you that I want you to draw blood from my body, I want you to cup my cheeks so tight that I draw my own blood with my teeth in my mouth... I want you to chok till I cry, and never let me go!!!
I could never tell him to be obsessed with me! I could never tell him to make me his and only his to fuck, ride and torment! And love! Oh sorry! I AM certainly not in love with him! I never could be!
A woman always understand a man better than a man understand a woman. I could say how he felt about my overly covering clothes. He think am shy and pure! A fool! I am fucking oversensitive to male touch, even a firm glare is all to drive me crazy and in that scenario I always try to attract less less and lesser attention as I could!
So what's hurting me? I DON'T know... And it feels like a nightmare. I squeezed my fists, eyes flashing red, I was all ready to crash Avinash's little party... But I couldn't take a step... I turned and rushed towards bathroom.
I was tipsy, I was unstable and definitely not myself. "I need to go home... Then sort this shit out!" I shouted in my head. But first of all I need a splash of water.
The washroom was exactly what I didn't needed at that moment. It was dark and It smelled of lust,sex,condoms and cum. But luckily it was empty... I turned the sink on splashed splashed splashed. My dusty pink top became transparent as water dripped from my face neck and reached my breasts.
I squeezed my eyes and hold my head in my palms, I wanted to cry, My world came crashing, and suddenly when I wasn't looking for anymore drama in my life, I felt a hand on my hipbone.
My senses shot to the sky and I tried to jerk myself out of that grip. BUT! That grop became a grab and I got entrapped. Those strong hands pushed me towards the sink and bend me over it, pressed my head into the marbel top by one hand and cutting my oxygen by choking me with the other.
I was startled, I was in agony and moreover I was scared! Scared to death... Scared to death! I was finally getting what I was scared of and it did not felt good! I tried to scream, I tried to free myself, but nothing worked.
I did not got a look but I could tell he was tall! His shadow has captured me and tormenting me to death. I was short on oxygen and all the booze I had was working against me.
I heard some people coming towards the bathroom and I tried to scream and free myself but Alas! My efforts made him angry... he gritted his teeth so hard I could hear his grunt. He pulled me up and slapped my face. And in that moment a bone shattering pain broke my senses.
A very little I understood after that... He grabbed me and pushed me off through some doors... He yanked me through some stairs and I could do nothing! All I could think of the pain in my chubby cheeks and in my jawbone... Tears of agony rolled down my cheeks.
When I got my senses back I was in an dark alley. I tried to free myself... But the grip was so tight! I shouted as loud as I could but the only audience I had was some street dogs. But it made him angry again... I earned a slap! AGAIN!
This time I recovered fast... But by then he had me pinned to the dirty wall of that narrow alley. First time I got a look of my molestor!
And what a sick bastard IRONY it was! He was embodiment of everything I craved in masculine gender! The was a little light available and his hand was covering my mouth but still his purfume! Oh hell his perfume intoxicated my blood more than the booze!
My eyes became still as I glared in his eyes... Light brown eyes with a hint of dark brown through the iris. Just like a tiger, furious ruthless, hungry, and ready to prey. And I was the prey.
As I glared in his eyes... He glared too. My fear evaporated for a moment and as my eyes adjusted in the low light I got a good look of his face.
His beard giving his face a perfect darkness, his tan brown skin with the chiseled jawline and high cheekbones gave him enormous masculinity. His strong ribs bruised my breasts... His carved stomach rubbing in my body I generated a puddle of feminine necter between my legs. And I was ASHAMED of it!
I giggled with the idea of marriage, as the booze streamed down my throat and stars kept popping behind my eyes I let it go... All of it!
As the pscychedelic hit the celling and everything else in the pub became unclear I danced like I never did... I dance, I love to dance, classical, Indian, Bollywood doesn't matter, It's a passion and cherish every moment.
After a moment or a decade I can't recall, I felt the need for rehydration. As I walked towards the bar I startled and felt the dizziness building up in my system, and it made me giggle some more do not know why.
As the bar tender delivered my drink I sipped and sighed in relief, there was a constant smile on my face for no utter reason. As I gazed through the bar a couple caught my eyes.
I could see the back of the girl... She was smooching the guy as she want to suck life from that guy... I gwaked in awe, how confidently she did that in public, I stared stared and stared for the longest moment.
That girl was all I wanted to be, bold clothes short hair, fancy nails and a goddess like persona. "Ugh am jealous!" I screamed silently as I felt libido forming in my core.
But as the brief moment passed I realised that there was something wrong, something in the frame is bothering me. I suddenly shot my eyes open. Fuck! Why didn't I see it, it's Avinash! Yes it's Avinash!
From the dynasty of stars I crashed... I crashed and something broke, may be it was already broken but I realised the shooting pain through my neurons.
"That girl! Is kissing my fiance!"
I gasped for air, I lost it I totally lost it! What Should I do... How should I act. Should I reprimand him, should I confront or should I ran away? Or should I stay silent as I have stayed all my life.
"May be he is getting all he want!"
I murmured in silence. I knew I could never give him what he wanted. Cos he could never give me what I want... All my fucking life I stayed the way people wanted but my mind! Oh my little mind my crazy hormones and all the thoughts I generated make me fucking "Insane"
Could I ever tell him what I wanna do with his male part... What I want him to do with my body! No am Sorry Avinash I never can...
How can I tell you that I want you to draw blood from my body, I want you to cup my cheeks so tight that I draw my own blood with my teeth in my mouth... I want you to chok till I cry, and never let me go!!!
I could never tell him to be obsessed with me! I could never tell him to make me his and only his to fuck, ride and torment! And love! Oh sorry! I AM certainly not in love with him! I never could be!
A woman always understand a man better than a man understand a woman. I could say how he felt about my overly covering clothes. He think am shy and pure! A fool! I am fucking oversensitive to male touch, even a firm glare is all to drive me crazy and in that scenario I always try to attract less less and lesser attention as I could!
So what's hurting me? I DON'T know... And it feels like a nightmare. I squeezed my fists, eyes flashing red, I was all ready to crash Avinash's little party... But I couldn't take a step... I turned and rushed towards bathroom.
I was tipsy, I was unstable and definitely not myself. "I need to go home... Then sort this shit out!" I shouted in my head. But first of all I need a splash of water.
The washroom was exactly what I didn't needed at that moment. It was dark and It smelled of lust,sex,condoms and cum. But luckily it was empty... I turned the sink on splashed splashed splashed. My dusty pink top became transparent as water dripped from my face neck and reached my breasts.
I squeezed my eyes and hold my head in my palms, I wanted to cry, My world came crashing, and suddenly when I wasn't looking for anymore drama in my life, I felt a hand on my hipbone.
My senses shot to the sky and I tried to jerk myself out of that grip. BUT! That grop became a grab and I got entrapped. Those strong hands pushed me towards the sink and bend me over it, pressed my head into the marbel top by one hand and cutting my oxygen by choking me with the other.
I was startled, I was in agony and moreover I was scared! Scared to death... Scared to death! I was finally getting what I was scared of and it did not felt good! I tried to scream, I tried to free myself, but nothing worked.
I did not got a look but I could tell he was tall! His shadow has captured me and tormenting me to death. I was short on oxygen and all the booze I had was working against me.
I heard some people coming towards the bathroom and I tried to scream and free myself but Alas! My efforts made him angry... he gritted his teeth so hard I could hear his grunt. He pulled me up and slapped my face. And in that moment a bone shattering pain broke my senses.
A very little I understood after that... He grabbed me and pushed me off through some doors... He yanked me through some stairs and I could do nothing! All I could think of the pain in my chubby cheeks and in my jawbone... Tears of agony rolled down my cheeks.
When I got my senses back I was in an dark alley. I tried to free myself... But the grip was so tight! I shouted as loud as I could but the only audience I had was some street dogs. But it made him angry again... I earned a slap! AGAIN!
This time I recovered fast... But by then he had me pinned to the dirty wall of that narrow alley. First time I got a look of my molestor!
And what a sick bastard IRONY it was! He was embodiment of everything I craved in masculine gender! The was a little light available and his hand was covering my mouth but still his purfume! Oh hell his perfume intoxicated my blood more than the booze!
My eyes became still as I glared in his eyes... Light brown eyes with a hint of dark brown through the iris. Just like a tiger, furious ruthless, hungry, and ready to prey. And I was the prey.
As I glared in his eyes... He glared too. My fear evaporated for a moment and as my eyes adjusted in the low light I got a good look of his face.
His beard giving his face a perfect darkness, his tan brown skin with the chiseled jawline and high cheekbones gave him enormous masculinity. His strong ribs bruised my breasts... His carved stomach rubbing in my body I generated a puddle of feminine necter between my legs. And I was ASHAMED of it!
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