ComeHereBabyKoala

Fuck, I need you straddled on my lap as I'm sat on the sofa. Run your fingers through my hair as you tell me to be good and not to touch. Drive my crazy, tracing your fingertips over my skin as your other hand works it's way lower on yourself. Reaching between your thighs as your hips start grinding. The urge to touch you feeling like a fire in my soul. One slight movement and it's all over. The hand on my throat, while you continue fucking yourself.

You know, that flutter in your stomach. Where they're becoming the only thing that's on your mind. The instant connection between two people having the same interests, the same views. Practically being the same person. The gratitude you have for whatever reason you found each other. Having the most most intense feeling of safety, security and loyalty.

Fuck, I'm so full of anxiety. She makes me feel seen and heard. Something I've never experienced in my life. There's just something about her that makes me feel like I can finally be myself. It feels too good and I'm so worried that things won't go the way I hope they do.

That's me right now. I can't help but smile when I see their name appear on my phone. Think of them whenever I watch a TV show. I have never, and I mean never felt an instant click with anyone like I have with them.

I'm so excited and at the same time so nervous to see how things progress. So many thoughts running around in my head... Will she like me? Am I good enough? What if I fuck up? Can this really be happening? Where has she been this whole time?