Dear _.
It's really not you, it's me. I'm obsessive af, my mind runs wild and far. It's totally harmless tho, you'll never know.
Let's say I only ever heard your voice, and your laugh. I never met you in person, never saw your face. The fun thing is I don't need to, I have a vivid imagination.
In just few seconds I can run scenarios spanning on years. From the simple imagination of you holding my hand, to a passionate kiss, to a deep intimate conversation, to our kids playing in our backyard, to a comforting hug, back to hardcore sweaty sex.
And my mind gets busy, I think it likes it. These fantasies it creates in a blink of an eye. It spams me with thoughts and visuals all day, every day. My mind gets very busy.
All of the sudden I see myself bouncing on your dick. You burying your face in my breasts, licking my neck, biting my butt cheeks. Spanking me, hard. Grabbing me against a wall and fucking me rough.
Depending on the mood of course. It could also be you spooning me before sliding your way in tenderly. Me having plenty of time to fully grasp your girth, your length. Time to feel you, deeply, as you fill me. All the while being wet af from your fingers playing on my nipples.
But many times it's actually just innocent. Like craving to talk to you, getting you know you, every bit of you. My discovery journey to your mind, and yours to mine. The excitement, the first times. All of them, from the most mundane ones to the most intricate.
Worry not, I'm aware this is not reality, that it cannot be and will not be. It's my own personal day dreaming, I like it this way.
But would I ride your cock all night long if I had the opportunity handed over to me? Sure. Yes. Oui. Just to avoid any confusion here.
Not sure if knowing that would make you feel special or file a restraining order. Good luck restraining my mind tho.
Don't hesitate to slide in my dm (or in my, well, you know) if you're feeling adventurous…
All yours, _.