One-Sided Love

The girl who rejected me. She is the object of my obsession. Let me describe her to you. She is Italian-Chinese, has straight black hair, is relatively short in height, with a slim body and eye-catching proportions including thick legs and a firm butt. I feel like she was made for me. Her voice is so relaxing. She likes many of the same interests as I do (video games, classic rock, exotic animals). Her body aligns perfectly with 2 of my fetishes (she is extremely ticklish and she always seems to need to pee). Unfortunately she never felt any attraction towards me. We were friends for a while but we no longer hang out. But she’s never left my mind.

You can’t even picture the level of unquenchable desire that I feel for her. I imagine licking her irresistibly creamy face, her flesh and my saliva mixing to create a slippery fun sensation. I imagine yanking her pants down and groping her soft sensitive thighs. I imagine pinning her arms above her head and tickling her bare sweaty armpits. I imagine putting pressure on her small nervous bladder and making her pee. I imagine cumming with my dick sandwiched between her buttery smooth feet, then rubbing the cum on her cute round ass. I imagine the 2 of us completely naked and wrapping our bodies around each other as we become one shared energy. All of these thoughts and fantasies, they provide me with repeated intense masturbation sessions as I stare at pictures of her, and when I climax I bring my phone up to my face and lick the screen in a lustful frenzy. The fact that I can’t be with her only makes me want her so much more.

Don’t worry about her safety, men who touch women without consent are monsters and that is not who I am. I care about her more than anyone will ever understand. But I can’t lie, if I could stop time and do those things to her without her ever knowing, I would probably be able to die happy. Anyway, that’s that, and life goes on.