Not sure if it has gotten caught on by now, but I am hopelessly invested in the guy in my math class.
We've made it a habit of talking atleast once a class period, mostly because I've turned into a squirmy little school girl around him. He's not some incredibly handsome guy every girl is throwing themselves at, or someone who is thought about twice, well maybe by me, but most people don't really find him attractive.
When I think he might be shy, he turns out to be a bit more bold. The minute I start to lean towards him, we speak. It may be strange of me to think about sex with someone I barely know, but I have high hopes this might work.
I haven't spoken to him yet on a intimate level like I do with most PEOPLE I meet. I guess I'm just tired of being the one to make a move first.
I am tired of being sexy.
Tired of being hot,
Or cute,
Or thick,
A pair of tits,
A piece of ass,
Or long legs.
I want to be beautiful. Rushing anything will just turn the sex switch on with any relationship - even friendship. Everyone is always paranoid about who is crushing on them and what is going on. No thank you...
On the other hand, once it has gotten past the friendship then relationship then intimacy, and onto the inner workings of the sexual couple life, I hope he is perfectly aggressive.
He's in a rush (while we're already intimate) to shove his cock down my throat, grab ontop me, knows what he wants tells me what he wants, and knows when to do it. Not like most others which cannot find that balance - he can turn it off.
A gentleman in the streets, and freak in the sheets I suppose.
But maybe my hopes are too high, my God he's only 21.