1. Not what you want, what you need. Pt. 1


    Date: 10/9/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Bondage and restriction, Girls domination, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: neutralfuture, Rating: 80, Source: sexstories.com

    Your blood was boiling, it’s not that you wanted to feel or to be felt, it is that you needed it. Surely everyone understands the feeling, that moment when you are sitting in a café and suddenly a woman walks by. You have to take a second glance because you simply cannot believe what you are seeing. Everything around you, around her fads away and you are transfixed by her image. But reality soon sinks in when she picks up her coffee and walks out the door. You try to connect, your eyes beaming with a slight smile, but she’s on her phone, she never sees you, you don’t exist. Immediately you find yourself feeling empty, pained, alone, and then a thought creeps into your mind. You can’t help it, you body is making the decisions now, it is controlling you. You begin to think about all the things you would do to her, given the chance. Forcing her mouth your dick, coming on her body, fucking her from behind. For a brief moment you don’t just desire it, but you need it. You desperately have to have it. “Would you like a refill?” A voice comes from the faded distance and quickly you are brought back to reality. You silently nod and try to shake the thought from your mind. It’s not that you are bad looking, you have a body that anyone would want, and a personality that would always keep things lively. You are just shy, you are anxious about those first words, if only you didn’t need to speak them. If only you just could snap your fingers and you would be there, in your bed, naked ...
    while she rides your cock. That’s why we have texting right? No, that hasn’t worked out either. You still have to say those first words in public. You wont make it any further, but that woman will be on your mind for the rest of the day. You will wish for her, pray for her, desperation becomes ruthless until you simply give up. You walk back to your apartment, it’s not empty per say, it’s filled with things you have bought with your spare money, loneliness has its perks, apparently. Throwing your bag down on the couch you walk to the kitchen to grab a beer from the fridge, your nightly dinner. A loud ding rings out throughout the apartment, you look up from the fridge towards your bag. That was the text alert from your cell phone, but who would be texting you – there is no one actually out there that wants you. You close the fridge door and walk to the couch looking down at the bag. You take a few sips of your beer and dive in. At the bottom you find your phone, “One new text message,” it was from a number you don’t have in your contacts. You unlock your phone and read, “hey – I know this is weird, but I got your name from the register from the coffee shop. I was in a hurry and didn’t have a chance to introduce myself. If this is too weird, don’t text back, I understand. Kay.” “What the fuck?” Escapes from your mouth, this can’t possibly be happening. Was it the girl you were wishing for? Was it the one that you had all, but given up on? You sit there, starring at your phone, ...
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