I'm disturbed by how things are going. Even though it wasn't supposed to happen this way, I've developed an unhealthy attraction to you. When it came to finding a woman, there was no other choice but you. Why can't I stop thinking about you? I ask myself each time we hang out. There's no way I'm going to get away from you. If I did that, it would be a total mess...
Think of it this way. People would start asking questions. So, I put on a smile, act normal, and pretend like I don't want anything other than our friendship.
I can't count how many times I've imagined you on your knees in front of me, doing exactly what I want. Imagined those soft lips kissing the head of my cock or how that warm mouth of yours spreads as you take me deeper into your throat.
I'd run my hands through your hair, and gently push your head down to make you gag on it slowly. The only sound heard in my room would be your soft moans and your wet, hot mouth, as you sucked me off harder.
If you wanted to, I'd let you swallow my load. Your pretty face covered in cum and those pretty eyes staring back at me, that image in my mind alone makes me want to take you. It's such a shame that you never revealed your desires to me. As much as we confide in each other, you never told me about the things you've done.
When the topic came up, you always avoided it. That was another thing I found so attractive about you... Your shyness. It's such an innocent and sweet thing when I see you blush and our other friends mention the things they've done.
The look of embarrassment on your face is so adorable. You hid away your expression with a smile then you quickly changed the subject.
If I recall correctly, one night during our late night hangouts, the subject of giving and receiving oral came up.. It was all in good fun... nothing serious, just us all hanging around with a few drinks, laughing, and having a good time.
I noticed how flustered you became, how your body shifted uncomfortably, as we talked. It made me curious as to what you would taste like if I'd gone down on you.
As time passed, I've become distracted by the seemingly insignificant details of our friendship. Everything you did or said, I made mental notes of it.
Initially, it was your smile that caught my eye. Everything about it was wholesome and sincere.
It felt genuine and not as if you were forced to do it because you were being nice. The way you spoke to me every day made me enjoy having you around.
There was this calmness in your words that made me forget about all my worries. I enjoyed our days spent venting about whatever pissed us off.
We've come this far along, but how long will this go on?
This tension between is driving me insane.
Maybe you were too sweet and innocent to know that at any given moment I wanted to drag you somewhere private and ravage you.
That was so wrong of me. I mean.. We're friends.
Ever since I saw you last, all I think about is grabbing you by the hair and taking you to my bedroom.
I can't tell you why I wanna be so aggressive with you but...
There doesn't need to be any boundaries in this scenario, and I'd take you in any way possible. And... Take care of you in any way possible...
The idea of your body pinned beneath me writhing, struggling, and squirming to fight the lust that burns in me, makes me think it's worth trying.
Fighting me would be useless since I am much stronger than you are.
