It all started as a regular weekday evening; you were content, don't let there be any doubt about that. You were content with your life. Nothing about your life really bothered you, everything about it was just... acceptable. Deep down you had a nagging feeling of incompleteness, but you were so used to it by now you didn't even notice it. You accepted it because at the time you didn't realise quite how desired you were by other people, and how easy it would be to change the situation you were in.
It was half past 6, he was playing video games while you sat in the bedroom scrolling through your phone; the few sporadic noises you could hear were when he shouted something to his friends. "I've found the boss", "I know where their team is", et cetera.
For most of the last 20 minutes your thoughts bad been distracted by your usual fantasy, the fantasy that haunted you every single day in which you had no control over yourself. This was made even worse by the fact that every single time it involved you being thrown around with countless hands that refused to let you go. You yearned for this, and every night while he played his games, you tried to think of a way to ask him for what you wanted... needed.
Tonight, however, was different.
Initially you didn't pay it much attention; first of all it was just a gentle clicking noise, as if a small child were throwing stones against a wall. However, it reached a point where you became curious enough to investigate the source of this noise. The second you sat up in bed you considered for a brief second... that this unusually deep sleep of your boyfriend made this either seem like a dream, or that someone had spiked him with something.
Your bare feet touched the floor as the duvet fell away from your body. When you met your current boyfriend you didn't look half as good as you did now, your already tight body had become even tighter with your new passion with hooping, Your upper body strength had tripled and your already-perfect butt had become tighter... you drove men crazy and you knew it. Despite you becoming hotter, your boyfriend had showed dwindling interest, and this had become a constant tension between you both. You wanted to be yearned after, to be needed. You wanted your body to receive the attention it deserved - you needed to be worshipped.
