Has this ever happened to you?
There is a woman who works with you, the most beautiful woman you have ever seen, more beautiful than any actress you have lusted over on the silver screen, and you cannot get her out of her mind. Yet, whenever you think about approaching her, introducing yourself and asking her out, your pulse quickens, your knees weaken, your hands sweat, and your stomach sours with the thought of rejection.
Every day, you imagine asking her out to eat, to go dancing, and to take long walks to talk about everything and to laugh about nothing. Every night, when alone with your thoughts, you dream about making love to her and about her sucking your cock.
You imagine her naked body wrapped around your torso, your big hands around her trim waist, and her firm breasts bouncing up and down and side to side while her round hips pulsate so slowly and so seductively on your long, thick cock, as she screams your name in passion and in pleasure. You focus your thoughts on her full lips and put a finger to her mouth while imagining her sucking your swollen cock. She takes your finger in her mouth and sucks it deep, as deep as she would suck your prick. You stiffen at the thought of the antics of her tongue and the action of her mouth and lips on your finger.
"May I suck your cock?"
"Yes, of course, you may blow me, unless you want me to continue to make you cum again with my cock and with my tongue."
"Oh, no, my darling, you have unselfishly sexually satisfied me in every way. My body still quivers with the pleasures you have generously given me. I cannot take anymore tonight. It is my turn to make you cum. Only, if you do not mind, it would really please me if you could cum in my mouth. I love the taste of your semen and swallowing your seed. And after I am done sucking you off, may I suck you off again and again and keep you in my mouth until you fall asleep?"
"Well, okay, er, I mean, sure baby, if that's what you want and if that is what will make you happy."
"Oh, yes, my love, sucking your cock forever will make me so very happy."
"Then, agreed, anything for you. Whatever makes you happy makes me happy."
You cannot believe you have found the perfect woman, if only in your dreams.
(You can tell a man wrote this story.)
Excited with fantasies of you with her, you are alive with the vision of her in your life, forever.
Every day, you practice what to say to her and today, while walking to work from your car, you finally build up the courage to present yourself to her and ask her out after work. Later, on your way to your car to drive home from work, you kick yourself for not asking her out when you passed by her desk for the sixth time and promise yourself again to approach her tomorrow.
You are such a loser, loser.
Although you are renewed with the promise of her in your life, deep down, you feel you may not want to disappoint your dreams with the reality that she will not measure up, as she does in your dreams, once she is in your life for real.
"Nothing is as good as it seems," you say to yourself to make yourself feel better in preparation of her rejection. "She's probably a bitch or a lesbian."
Still, your appetite for food is replaced by your appetite for her. Your inability to sleep at night clouds your mind in an eternal fog with her peering at your through the misty haze of your imagination and are forever stuck on the vision of her loveliness. The reality of you never mounting the courage to ask her out pervades your soul and preoccupies your mind like cool cement flowing down your legs and turning your feet to stone. Truly, you are a loser, loser.
You imagine scenarios where you are fatefully thrown together, a chance encounter in a stuck elevator, a rescue when you pull her back from a speeding car, an intervention from a rude dude who makes inappropriate advances, or a sudden rain storm where you offer to drive her home.
With each scenario, you imagine a grateful kiss that turns to a kiss of passion and erupts in a wild night of hot sex. With the fading vision of each scenario, you are left with an emptiness that cannot be filled with anything else but all of her. Why does she captivate you so? What is this spell that she has over you? Is this love? Is she the one? What if she does not feel the same way about me? What if she loves another?
Mindlessly, you scribble her name over and again while watching her walk by when she arrives to work, when she leaves and returns from lunch, and when she leaves for the day. You make excuses to walk by her desk, yet, you are oblivious to you. And, you still cannot summon the courage to look at her for fear that she will perceive you as a weirdo or worse a stalker never mind having the courage to ask her out. Your company has strict policies on sexual harassment yet you still dress to impress her. You spend extra time at the gym building your muscles and passing up that donut the next morning.
Yet, you are invisible to her. She does not notice you. She does not know you exist. She, no doubt, loves another. Surely, that is the reason why she does not look your way.
Then, one day, you look up from your scribbling of her name to see her standing in front of your desk. From your seated position, you notice she is tall and very curvaceous. The music of "The Girl From Ipanema" runs endlessly thought your mind. "Tall and tanned and young and lovely, the girl from Ipanema goes walking and when she passes each one she passes goes...ahhh!"
"Hi, I'm Angelica."
Your practiced response comes to mind, "Yes, I know. Someone as beautiful as you would surely have a name befitting an angel." But the words evaporate and disappear from your thoughts as soon as you make eye contact with her eyes that are so deep blue that they drift your mind away to an island in the South Pacific. You can hear the the waves of the ocean as she runs up to you from the water along the white sand topless and you watch her approaching you with her breasts bouncing up and down and swaying side to side.
Your brain flashes read alerts that your eyes are staring and your mouth is gaping.
You recover your senses and look down at your desk following her perfect form with your eyes along the way. Quickly, you cover her name scribbled all over your pad with some papers. Again, you remember your practiced response, "Yes, I know. Someone as beautiful as you would surely have a name befitting an angel" but a million panicked thoughts suddenly runs away with your mind blocking your ability to speak. Besides, you are too late, the timing of the response has already passed and, now, she would perceive your rehearsed compliment as insincere.
"Hi," is all that you manage to blurt out.
"I was wondering," she says, as she fiddles nervously with her blouse button.
