I am a fictional character, in name and spirit. I enjoy fire and necromancy, and making heterosexual adventure stories as queer as physically possible.
Full frontal in the mirror, in flesh toned underwear and a crop top I bought a Good Will, I am unsure.
Stretch marks like battle scars, a war against myself and society and my parent's expectations, exposed. I think I look good but I have no one to show, no one to tell, no one to confirm or deny that what I feel about myself isn't just false hope and self delusion. I want validation. I want casual encounters without social interaction, I want mindless sex without romantic attraction.
I want you to love me.
I want to fuck.
I'm parked, I'm trapped, I'm fat. I look in the mirror in clothes like these and I think 'Hot damn, I'm a catch, I'm beautiful and curvy and I can do this thing with my tongue that will make you scream.'
I think 'I want a one night stand that lasts for the rest of my life. I want hair pulling and name calling and someone to cuddle and watch Lord of the Rings with...
I want a life partner and lover, and I want validation that I am something more than words.
No prequels yet. Why not write one?
No sequels yet. Why not write one?
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