guys I'm in love

25sept2024

25sept2024 6:54pm I am truly going crazy. I'm contemplating creating a sfw doc or maybe just tossing it all in here.

Just gonna put a few sfw fantasies here. I wanna be his housewife. Ugh how do I want to be a housewife I have no idea but I want to be a housewife and I want to be his housewife. His pretty trophy wife.

We meet his friends at the IAF once and i wear a saree and everything because it's the first time meeting them and I want it to be nice. Later that day, I'm wearing a saree and sitting in the balcony with a glass of wine between my fingers.

Wine because he doesn't like it when I drink whiskey. Wine because he doesn't like it when I smoke a ciggie. Wine because he agrees with it.

I'm still dressed in the saree, all my jewellery intact and umrao jaan plays in the background. All the nights are off and only the streetlights seeps in from the balcony door.

I sing along with music. Sultry and perfect. He appears behind me and seats himself on the edge of the bed ‘i didn't know you could sing so beautifully’ he whispers so as to maintain the ambiance.

I gulp down my wine, place the glass on the nightstand and go to straddle him. ‘that Sarita lady is crushing on you big time’ I say while trying to keep my distance because there are quite a lot of pins on my dress and I don't want to accidentally pierce him.

‘you noticed that?’ he places his arms on my bare waist and caresses.

‘she was practically throwing daggers at me with her eyes. Her jealousy was palpable’ I reach on my right shoulder to tease out the fat safety pin.

‘she confessed quite a few times when we were in the academy'

‘shes been crushing on you since then?’ i place the pin on my pillow so i remember to put it away later.

‘since the very first day and she's said it to me a few times as well’ he places a kiss on my neck and pulls me closer. I place my hands on his chest to push him away.

‘this is not the most comforting fabric. It'll pinch your skin.’ i kiss him deep before getting off of his lap, taking the pin on my pillow to put it on the dressing table.

I smile at him as he stares at me. ‘help me get out of this?’ i blush when he gets up and walks towards me. (SINCE WHEN AM I A PERSON WHO BLUSHES)

His fingers reach into my hair as he pulls the jewellery and places it down. His hands run through my hair and i lean back against his chest. I feel his kiss on the crown of my head and i close my eyes.

‘you looked beautiful tonight.’

He whispers as he undoes the pleating ‘and you look even more beautiful now’ the saree falls to the floor. His fingers grazing my neck as he pushes my hair aside to remove my blouse.

‘i hope that Sarita lady doesn't become a nuisance. If she's known for years now that you're married and still hasn't backed off…’ I turn around when the blouse comes off, my breasts hanging in the cold air. I untie the threads holding up a long skirt under my saree. ‘its sort of concerning’

I lift my hands and jump, finding myself fully wrapped in his arms the very next moment, with my legs around his hips and my arms on his shoulders.

‘it is yea. She'll get over it’

‘hm’ I kiss him as he walks us both towards the bed, placing me down gently. My hands find his belly and i press my palms firmly to it. ‘did you eat well?’