You're rocking some epic bed head, the makeup you forgot or didn't bother to remove is smudged beyond belief, drool everywhere, titty hanging out and you're flashing some serious crotch action.
You're still hot and amazing.
Whether we just shared that bed with you or not, letting us see you in that state implies a massive amount of trust. It is a level of vulnerability few, if any, ever get to see. Many of us recognize this and adore you even more for it.
What can I say? I'm a straight guy and I love and adore women. Beyond the obvious of course, I enjoy their company, having them as freinds... I don't even really mind shopping either. The only exception is shopping at Victoria's Secret... unless it might be something I get to see. Otherwise it's kinda... I don't know, weird.
I care enough that one could accuse it of being to my own detriment. In the past, I've distanced myself from women who dispite being "interested," I couldn't help but get the feeling I would be bad for them. I didn't want that to happen.
You know... that link.
To be honest, you're not wrong. I think to accuse me of that would be correct, but not why you think. It's more of a defense mechanism I think because part of me really, really, REALLY doesn't want to go down that road again. Mostly because of trust. I don't trust myself around women.
That's why with my last "flame" and a list as long as your arm why it wouldn't... couldn't happen, my heart said, "she's" safe, let's break our emotions on her like a ship against a rocky coast in a storm. Yay! Crushes are fun, let's rip your heart it and stomp it!
I get you.
I just plain don't trust women. At least the ones where I live.
And just so nobody gets the wrong idea, the men around here are mostly scumbags, too.
Being without a bra is uncomfortable for me, since I have DDs. But at home I wear thinner, softer bras, they are more comfy and I don't care if my nipples are visible.
You're rocking some epic bed head, the makeup you forgot or didn't bother to remove is smudged beyond belief, drool everywhere, titty hanging out and you're flashing some serious crotch action.
You're still hot and amazing.
Whether we just shared that bed with you or not, letting us see you in that state implies a massive amount of trust. It is a level of vulnerability few, if any, ever get to see. Many of us recognize this and adore you even more for it.
*applauds*
I care enough that one could accuse it of being to my own detriment. In the past, I've distanced myself from women who dispite being "interested," I couldn't help but get the feeling I would be bad for them. I didn't want that to happen.
You know I still love you, though, Smittalicious. XOXO
To be honest, you're not wrong. I think to accuse me of that would be correct, but not why you think. It's more of a defense mechanism I think because part of me really, really, REALLY doesn't want to go down that road again. Mostly because of trust. I don't trust myself around women.
That's why with my last "flame" and a list as long as your arm why it wouldn't... couldn't happen, my heart said, "she's" safe, let's break our emotions on her like a ship against a rocky coast in a storm. Yay! Crushes are fun, let's rip your heart it and stomp it!
I just plain don't trust women. At least the ones where I live.
And just so nobody gets the wrong idea, the men around here are mostly scumbags, too.
But extreme activities like running and stuffs won't be very great
Trust me, it feels much better