Straight Female / 24
I'm The Perfect Ten For Him
So I'm 24 living with my Grandma. She lets me borrow her car to go to work. My wages aren't enough for me to live independently and I don't want the stress of roommate living. Because I live with my Grandma my social life is zero. I'm not difficult, an attention queen, an activist, a feminist. If anything I'm wife material, I know how to cook, I have housekeeping skills and baby carriage does not turn me off. I just don't go to clubs and get picked up.
At my work is a 36 year old man, never married, musician. He's the one person who can interface with clients, and he's the mentor type. But he's single, he is not gay, he just finds women boring. I went to his place, very expensive, very nice, expensive art and furniture. He is independently well off. In bed he was all over me, more than once. He is not gay. He likes band chick types, skinny and empty headed. He told me I was on the other side of the spectrum, not skinny, full and delicious. And with a brain between my ears. Just too young.
We have sex at his place, can't do it at Grandma's. I know I'm not the only one, I've found evidence of other women, hair on the pillow, panties under the bed. He says he isn't changing, some men ride motorcycles, he rides band girls. When he has sex with me he always tells me I'm different, he finds me delicious, he likes my curves and boobs, and kissing my face. He always finishes and enjoys that I let him finish inside me.
I want him to marry me, he can afford me or just about any woman. I can give him what the skinny band chicks won't. I can make a home and fill it with children. I'm serious, I am full in to have four kids which he talks about. I'm that woman. I have accepted he isn't going to give up the band chicks, he just won't be able to bring them home. I'm the perfect ten for him, 24, full, soft, fertile, homemaker, delicious to fuck, pretty enough for him to kiss. And he won't be asked to give up his hobby. But he doesn't want to finish raising me.
Yes, I fantasize, dream, beg, give him the milk without buying the cow, when I'm getting in bed I always start with my mouth, I know the drill, blow him till he's hard, then let him fill his nose with my pheromones by smelling in my scent from my pussy, until he can't resist getting on to fuck, and I let him finish completely inside. I read books, pay attention, I know what a woman is to a man. My singular goal is the altar. My only condition is no band chick on my wedding night.
Why doesn't he pop the question?
At my work is a 36 year old man, never married, musician. He's the one person who can interface with clients, and he's the mentor type. But he's single, he is not gay, he just finds women boring. I went to his place, very expensive, very nice, expensive art and furniture. He is independently well off. In bed he was all over me, more than once. He is not gay. He likes band chick types, skinny and empty headed. He told me I was on the other side of the spectrum, not skinny, full and delicious. And with a brain between my ears. Just too young.
We have sex at his place, can't do it at Grandma's. I know I'm not the only one, I've found evidence of other women, hair on the pillow, panties under the bed. He says he isn't changing, some men ride motorcycles, he rides band girls. When he has sex with me he always tells me I'm different, he finds me delicious, he likes my curves and boobs, and kissing my face. He always finishes and enjoys that I let him finish inside me.
I want him to marry me, he can afford me or just about any woman. I can give him what the skinny band chicks won't. I can make a home and fill it with children. I'm serious, I am full in to have four kids which he talks about. I'm that woman. I have accepted he isn't going to give up the band chicks, he just won't be able to bring them home. I'm the perfect ten for him, 24, full, soft, fertile, homemaker, delicious to fuck, pretty enough for him to kiss. And he won't be asked to give up his hobby. But he doesn't want to finish raising me.
Yes, I fantasize, dream, beg, give him the milk without buying the cow, when I'm getting in bed I always start with my mouth, I know the drill, blow him till he's hard, then let him fill his nose with my pheromones by smelling in my scent from my pussy, until he can't resist getting on to fuck, and I let him finish completely inside. I read books, pay attention, I know what a woman is to a man. My singular goal is the altar. My only condition is no band chick on my wedding night.
Why doesn't he pop the question?
