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I think I need him.
I won’t say your name, but every single night I wish you were on top of me. I wish your body was on mine, and I wish your arms held me close to your chest as we fell asleep. I want it so bad.
Playing games with you online doesn’t suffice anymore. I wish I was in your bed. I wish your parents met me. I wish your brother and sister liked me and knew me as more than just the person you play games with sometimes.
You are one of the kindest and most thoughtful people I’ve ever met. You consider everyone’s feelings. You’re extremely strong, both physically and emotionally. I don’t mean to say it in this kind of way, but I think being around someone like you could help me. Fix me.
If you ever asked me out, I don’t know what I would do. I’ve taken that kind of vow to not be interested in anyone or at least not to show it.
But every single night, my hands are on my body and fingers between my legs. I’m thinking about you. I’m thinking about the way that you would fuck me with a steady rhythm, with thorough thrusts and hot kisses down my neck. I’m thinking about the way you would press me into the bed and split me in half with your force and size so easily, so effortlessly.
It sucks, thinking about you this way. Because all we do is play online games together.
What happened to all the Muslim comments?