21 [M4F] – Help me replace my memories of her with something better: You.
(( Music to set the mood. ))I turn my head on my green floral patterned pillow, covered in sweat as my eyes slowly begin to let the red light of the clock touch my unwilling retinas.The face of the digital clock reads 5:04, shining happily in its bright red light in the otherwise pitch black room…And I suddenly feel my heart sink all the way to my toes. What was once a scene full of life, taken away from me from my Circadian cycle to leave nothing but a dark room with a taunting alarm clock. It may as well would have been a fully white room, covered in cushioned walls; the effect still would have been the same. My mind is in a straitjacket, and every time I awake like this, the belts tighten one notch further…But in order for you to understand why I feel this way, I need to rewind a little.Put yourself in the shoes of me, a virgin university student starting his winter semester of his junior year in engineering. Sure, I’ve had girlfriends, but I always lost interest quickly as they were unable to keep up with my rambunctious personality, or because they didn’t complement my goals in life. You could say that I was a prude, but I like to think my standards were just far too high. I’ve been told by all of them that I’m “cute” or “adorable”, so I guess that’s the consensus.But queue this one girl in freshman year; blonde locks that flowed down with a slight wave down to her shoulder blades, a pair of emerald green eyes, complimented by a pretty and petite face and a pointed chin. Her small frame dominated by a pair of 32DD cup breasts, her stomach curving inwards to form a slight hourglass, long skinny legs that she always had behind fine black pantyhose and a short skirt, bringing out her bubbly behind poking out from underneath her scantily clad bottoms…She looked absolutely perfect, and was taking the same degree as me to top it all off. Of course I said hello! And we soon after hit it off. She loved all the same things I did, she was super talented and hell she was even smarter than I was!She claimed to the type that was “shy” until she opened up to you, and did she ever. We became an item after a few weeks, always hanging out, going out, and playing around in the bedroom of course. She was the first one I’ve even had the old “in out” with, as well as the second, third, and so on. I was the happiest man around and she wouldn’t hesitate to say I was her boyfriend if people ever hit on her. But two months into our relationship, she started getting distant. One day she got drunk alone and never picked up her phone, which was fine, until it started becoming a frequent occurrence… To keep this story short about her, she tried to faze me out of her life. She wasn’t interested in me anymore. And rather than tell me she wanted to break what we had off, she decided to sleep with guys behind my back. I heard nothing from her, or even seen her… Until she sent one message to me a few weeks later.I don’t know if this will be good news or bad news for you… But I’ve found a boyfriend.And that’s the first time I felt a sinking feeling feel like gravity was pulling me down twenty times harder than it should. I was about to get over her, but that message for some reason drove a spike through my almost-mended heart…It made no sense as to why she’d tell me that as it was apparent she wanted nothing to do with me, but I assumed it was to spite me.Now I know it might not seem that much to a reader of this, but it was devastating to me when it happened. Perhaps the spark turned into a flame that burned everything in its wake; but I couldn’t help but feel as if I’ve lost the most important thing to ever come across me.But that happened a few months ago, any sane human being should have gotten over this by now, you might wonder.And I should be over her…The problem is these dreams. They come every now and again…Sometimes they’ll be subtle. Like the times where we just used to cuddle, getting lost in each other’s eyes while whispering sweet nothings (Ironic as that’s what we ended up being; a sweet nothing) between our lips, moist from the pecks we’d place on each other.But this time it was a lot more… Explicit. I mentally joined in on a scene where I was laying naked in my bed, my farmer’s tan being revealed through my pale slim yet toned body. My medium-short length blonde hair drenched with sweat as it made itself comfortable as a mess on my pillow. And there was her, her perfect hourglass shaped body towering over mine as her messy blonde hair met with the tip of my nose, her small hands grasping at my shoulders, and her massive breasts bouncing in front of my eyes. My tanned arms reached to her hips and held them on either side, and she stopped rocking her hips on me. She opened her lust filled eyes and fired off a look directly at me as she mouthed, “Please fuck me”. Her desire was quickly met with my feet pressing into the bed for leverage, pushing my hips up into her. My whole lower torso was soaking wet from her consistent squirting orgasms. But while she was cumming left, right and center, I was feeling no sexual stimulation. All I felt was overjoyed that I was finally with her again…And that’s where the scene came to a premature curtain close. But any end would have been too early, as I’d want to live in that dream forever.But here I lay now, in my dark room as the clock ticks forward one minute. The sweat being the only thing that made it back from my time with her and my souvenir was being tainted by the few tears that fell from my eyes.I knew I wouldn’t fall asleep again feeling how I felt, so I get out of bed, sliding my fuzzy black slippers on in the dark as I always leave them in the same place, and stand up after pushing off the edge of my bed. I’m wearing nothing but a pair of plaid boxers, loosely hugging my man parts due to their comfortable fit. I reach for the knob to open my bedroom door, feeling around for it in the dark. My fingertips feel the wall, then the siding around to the door, until I’m finally able to pat at the metal bulb protruding from the wooden slab in front of me.I take in a deep breath to try and wake myself up before twisting the knob and pulling back…Hello there intrepid reader! If you’ve made it down this far, you deserve something special! That character introduction was nothing happy to read about, I’m sure. However! I can assure you that what happens next will not be as depressing as this. Here’s the thing; the door opening is a metaphor, to let in new things, to emerge from the darkness into something new. What is this kind of new? It could be anything. Anything you and I can think of.It could be a bright field full of sunflowers with not a cloud in the deep blue sky, and there could be you washing your feet in the shore of the pond over yonder.It could be the edge of the Earth, with space and all its stars and galaxies sprawled out on a dark canvas. My room would be floating in this vacuum, and if I take another step I’ll float off and leave that memory behind for something new. What could that be? We can decide what.It could simply be the hallway outside of my room, but there’s a note with a 1-800 number that is signed by my brother that I should call, and perhaps I end up being fed to you, an operator, but one that I immediately want to become friends with…It could be anything. There’s one thing for certain, though. I want to forget this girl and I know you can help me.And in case you were wondering, the lyrics to that song are:Now you’re so goneAnd it’s so wrongDid I know you?I get lost without you.Where did you belong?Now you’re all goneWhich I thought strangely applied to the story being told, on top of it sounding a little depressing and dreamy.Anyway, I hope to hear from someone willing to play this! It will be longer term, and will take some build to get to the sexy bits. I do intend for this to go into some kind of sexy-time, don’t you worry about that!Toodles!-Grant.
Hum Tv Dramas Lyrics 2015
Submitted by IWillGiveTheDtoThee