Post by artwrite on Aug 8, 2009 17:19:37 GMT
I’m worried about my girlfriend, I have not heard a word from her in ages and now I am starting to wonder if our relationship ever meant anything to her. It does to me, I love her but now she doesn’t even ring me and we use to chat for hours.
My name is Julia and I’ve known Marisa for almost five years. If a confession is needed, it would be that I have fancied her since our eye’s met for the first time. The stupid thing is I can’t tell her as I know it would finish us. But none of that seems to matter anymore.
The both of us went clubbing frequently and did our shopping for shoes and stuff together. I loved being around her, she has a provocative attitude towards life and although she never goes out with the guys she flirts with, they always leave happy, for being around her.
Last weekend when in the nightclub this tall brown haired weirdo in thick stemmed glasses was coming on to me. His name was Billy and although I really wasn’t interested he seemed to be quite informative about Tarantula’s.
It must have been obvious to Marisa that he was boring me as she came over, stared him out and told him to f**k off. We hugged and then she went back to rubbing her fit body up against some bloke who had no intentions of stopping her. I began wishing she would do it with me but she never did.
Once or twice I tried encouraging her to kiss me and that became her greeting with other people. Well she would give French to people she liked. I reckon I’m the only person never to be fortunate in tasting the delights of Marisa but my urge was getting greater every-time we were together. I have long black hair, brown eyes, slim and long legs.
Marisa has long blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes and a body to die for. She’s the one for me and even if she doesn’t know it, she is the first woman I have seen naked. I just want her to know that she’s awoken my true sexuality.
It’s close to a year now since I have began masturbating over the hours we spent together and there has been no partner in my life since Marisa befriended me, it was never intended to be that way but now she’s come into my world, I can’t let go of her. She is totally in my thoughts, in everything I do.
Marisa always came to me when she wasn’t happy or just needed advice. I wasn’t always intelligent enough to answer her queries, maybe that’s because I‘m actually younger than her but I would always try and understand her situations and she always did likewise. When it comes to friendship, my understanding was that we had become close. That was my thinking anyway!
Sometimes my heart beats so fast I know there is only one solution and that is to strip off all my clothes, lie back on my single bed close my eyes and start pleasuring my shaven girl thingy imagining that my hand is actually Marisa’s.
To have her tongue pleasing my clit would be sheer delight. To have her full stop would be all my dreams come true. My true feeling at present apart from wanting something I don’t even really know if I can have, is fear as I also don’t know whether she is alive or dead.
If she is alive I just pray that she’s found what she is looking for and that is why she no longer corresponds with me. If this is reality then I’d have to live with the fact I am in love with my own sex and be just a friend to her and if the worst comes to the worst, I’m going to find the bastard that did the deed and show my love for her in my own way.
I suppose the first step into finding out if my true love still wants to know is to go round and see her, but I honestly don’t know if I’d be welcome or not. What if she’ has met someone else? In all my tender years, I have never had to take any form of rejection from those I love, it would be a new experience, that’s for sure but there is no way I am going to lose what we have built up between us.
My name is Julia and I’ve known Marisa for almost five years. If a confession is needed, it would be that I have fancied her since our eye’s met for the first time. The stupid thing is I can’t tell her as I know it would finish us. But none of that seems to matter anymore.
The both of us went clubbing frequently and did our shopping for shoes and stuff together. I loved being around her, she has a provocative attitude towards life and although she never goes out with the guys she flirts with, they always leave happy, for being around her.
Last weekend when in the nightclub this tall brown haired weirdo in thick stemmed glasses was coming on to me. His name was Billy and although I really wasn’t interested he seemed to be quite informative about Tarantula’s.
It must have been obvious to Marisa that he was boring me as she came over, stared him out and told him to f**k off. We hugged and then she went back to rubbing her fit body up against some bloke who had no intentions of stopping her. I began wishing she would do it with me but she never did.
Once or twice I tried encouraging her to kiss me and that became her greeting with other people. Well she would give French to people she liked. I reckon I’m the only person never to be fortunate in tasting the delights of Marisa but my urge was getting greater every-time we were together. I have long black hair, brown eyes, slim and long legs.
Marisa has long blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes and a body to die for. She’s the one for me and even if she doesn’t know it, she is the first woman I have seen naked. I just want her to know that she’s awoken my true sexuality.
It’s close to a year now since I have began masturbating over the hours we spent together and there has been no partner in my life since Marisa befriended me, it was never intended to be that way but now she’s come into my world, I can’t let go of her. She is totally in my thoughts, in everything I do.
Marisa always came to me when she wasn’t happy or just needed advice. I wasn’t always intelligent enough to answer her queries, maybe that’s because I‘m actually younger than her but I would always try and understand her situations and she always did likewise. When it comes to friendship, my understanding was that we had become close. That was my thinking anyway!
Sometimes my heart beats so fast I know there is only one solution and that is to strip off all my clothes, lie back on my single bed close my eyes and start pleasuring my shaven girl thingy imagining that my hand is actually Marisa’s.
To have her tongue pleasing my clit would be sheer delight. To have her full stop would be all my dreams come true. My true feeling at present apart from wanting something I don’t even really know if I can have, is fear as I also don’t know whether she is alive or dead.
If she is alive I just pray that she’s found what she is looking for and that is why she no longer corresponds with me. If this is reality then I’d have to live with the fact I am in love with my own sex and be just a friend to her and if the worst comes to the worst, I’m going to find the bastard that did the deed and show my love for her in my own way.
I suppose the first step into finding out if my true love still wants to know is to go round and see her, but I honestly don’t know if I’d be welcome or not. What if she’ has met someone else? In all my tender years, I have never had to take any form of rejection from those I love, it would be a new experience, that’s for sure but there is no way I am going to lose what we have built up between us.
