– Part One –
I’ve got a problem. My crush of 5 years now, has absolutely broken me.
Let’s take things slow and start from the beginning. My name is John and I’m pretty much the closest thing to your average guy as possible. Standing about 5’9’, my taller friends sometimes tease me for my height but I feel like I’ve got pretty thick skin from a someone strict upbringing and years in public school. But let’s be honest… you don’t care about me at all. You clicked this story for me to tell you about the most perfect, absolutely stunning girl I’ve ever had the pleasure of keeping company, the girl I’ve been in love with for 5 years now and counting…
Emma.
I’ve fantasized about almost every scenario you can think of with her, sexual or otherwise. Sexually, I mainly fantasize about her with other guys. I’m a cuck, plain and simple, and since I can’t have her to myself, I can’t stop myself from getting off to being stuck in her friendzone. I pay for meals whenever she allows it, buy her gifts, and compliment her constantly. I help her with guy issues and even let her use me as one of her girlfriends to talk about her problems with, often her dissatisfaction with not being able to find a guy good enough for her. Non-sexually, I find myself constantly daydreaming about just taking her on a date, maybe a romantic picnic, and just telling her how much I care about her, maybe just having the chance to hold her hand.