My friend is charged with sexual energy. I am enamored with her. We've never played or simulated fantasy together. But I always want to, yet am OK with it never happening. She's my best friend on here and we only talk occasionally. I often wonder if she ever thinks of me while she's touching herself. She knows I've fantasized about her. I've told her such. We talk, but she likely doesn't know, my chest flutters with excitement. She's always kind and it makes her even Sevier. I've seen her body and it's perfect in it's humanness. She's not one to get terribly graphic, but I know she thinks that way, but keeps her lusty thoughts private. She shares many things except her lust with me. And I appreciate that at the same time. If she ever wants a release caused by my coaching, I'm here for her. But if that never happens, I'm totally understanding of that. I will never, not dig everything she shows me. It's weird, I'd never thought I'd be so OK with being friend zoned. But spending time with words and greetings is very fulfilling, because I have the utmost respect for her. She has the most wonderful tits and butt cheeks. And i want to see so much more. Yet the mystery that surrounds what she shows adds to the allure as we dance with the innuendo laced banter, is artwork. I adore her, but will never cross a line without being invited. |