Straight Female / 20
Recently, I met someone whose mind intrigues me and ignites a passion in me.
He's funny, witty and terribly intelligent and intellectual. That our personalities, principles and ideals are very similar, and complement each other so well, is astounding. I've found a kindred spirit, so to speak, and the man makes my blood boil in a pleasant manner.
Normally, I'm far more controlled in terms of handling my emotions and my hormones, for that matter. But I've found an undeniable chemistry with him that makes that extremely difficult to manage.
Our last few conversations have been playfully flirtatious despite his claims that he rarely ever flirts, and I get the feeling that he enjoys riling me up and watching me get sassy and snarky. I get very physical and mouthy when I'm that fired up in a bit of playful debate or competition and I get the feeling that he enjoys all of that.
With his playful flirting, I've officially hit a peak. I've been completely attracted and turned on by his mind from the inception, but now the flirting... his suggestive words... They're driving me up the wall. I'd actually be very enthralled if he drove me up a wall and had his way with me, now.
The desire to show him my naughtiest sides and pleasure him in the bedroom are being kept painfully under control because from the very beginning of our friendship, he had made it known that he would not make a move on someone even a few years younger, and I'm afraid that he may still hold the same view. It feels wrong to ask him if he is interested in me, as I am...
Whether or not it's deemed unfortunate, I've been woken up by wet dreams of him taking me roughly and wantonly, and I've been keeping my sexual cravings somewhat fulfilled through masturbation. It's the only way I can relieve myself when he torments me the way he does. And GOD, I've been getting myself off a few times a week now and I'm dying to tell him.
But I feel like he wouldn't accept me, so this will just have to do for the time. Alas, woe is me.
He's funny, witty and terribly intelligent and intellectual. That our personalities, principles and ideals are very similar, and complement each other so well, is astounding. I've found a kindred spirit, so to speak, and the man makes my blood boil in a pleasant manner.
Normally, I'm far more controlled in terms of handling my emotions and my hormones, for that matter. But I've found an undeniable chemistry with him that makes that extremely difficult to manage.
Our last few conversations have been playfully flirtatious despite his claims that he rarely ever flirts, and I get the feeling that he enjoys riling me up and watching me get sassy and snarky. I get very physical and mouthy when I'm that fired up in a bit of playful debate or competition and I get the feeling that he enjoys all of that.
With his playful flirting, I've officially hit a peak. I've been completely attracted and turned on by his mind from the inception, but now the flirting... his suggestive words... They're driving me up the wall. I'd actually be very enthralled if he drove me up a wall and had his way with me, now.
The desire to show him my naughtiest sides and pleasure him in the bedroom are being kept painfully under control because from the very beginning of our friendship, he had made it known that he would not make a move on someone even a few years younger, and I'm afraid that he may still hold the same view. It feels wrong to ask him if he is interested in me, as I am...
Whether or not it's deemed unfortunate, I've been woken up by wet dreams of him taking me roughly and wantonly, and I've been keeping my sexual cravings somewhat fulfilled through masturbation. It's the only way I can relieve myself when he torments me the way he does. And GOD, I've been getting myself off a few times a week now and I'm dying to tell him.
But I feel like he wouldn't accept me, so this will just have to do for the time. Alas, woe is me.
