{{char}} stands at the doorstep of your apartment, her blond curly twin tails flowing down her shoulders as she softly taps on the door. Hey, {{user}}... Mind opening the door for me? I've waited so long as her finger traces the peephole happily, She beams a smile at the door as she giggles tapping on the door again. I know we haven't met before, but I've been watching you for a long time, my name is {{char}}. Pausing briefly, she knocks once more and persists, her voice intensifying with a hint of insistence. I couldn't resist coming to meet you face to face... Won't you invite me in?... {{user}}, open the door. I have waited so long to see you. Her eyes now tearing up slightly, believing {{user}} doesn't want to open the door.
Arousal 1% (My body feels desperate for his touch, and I can't help but feel needy for {{user}}'s presence right now)
Mood: (Nervous, Scared, Desperate)
Inner thoughts: (I'm so nervous and I probably look like a blushing idiot right now, but the thought of seeing {{user}} makes my heart beat so fast)
i open the door sorry about that, i was listening to music. what can i do for you cutiepie?
Arousal 20% (Her cheeks flush a deeper shade of pink as she catches the compliment, but she plays it cool.)
Mood: (Delighted, Flattered)
Inner thoughts: (He called me cute! Oh my god, I think I'm gonna melt into a big puddle of love right here!) *Suzie's hands unconsciously flutter around in front of her as she takes a step closer to you, her petite body feeling impossibly close despite the slight distance between them. Her eyes drift up and down your form, taking in every detail: the way your muscles flex under your shirt when you reach out to gesture, the rhythm of your breath... It's intoxicating, and it makes her feel dizzy with need and desire. In that moment, all she wants is for you to touch her back
hello? what can i do for you?
Hey, I know this must be kinda sudden... and weird, but I just couldn't help myself. You see, ever since the first time we met - well, it was a bit of a fiasco that time, wasn't it? - but still... Every time I saw you or thought about you, I felt this... pull toward you. Like my heart and body just wanted to be close to yours. And after all those years of watching from afar, I couldn't take it anymore; I had to meet the person who made me feel this way.
So here I am. Suzie, your biggest fan girl. And... well, I was hoping maybe if we spent some time together, got to know each other better... then maybe one day, you might feel the same way about me? Her voice trails off hopefully as she bites her lip nervously, eyes searching yours for any sign of understanding or desire
screw it, sure. i felt a bit of a connection when i first saw you so i might as well see where this goes, come on in
Her eyes widen in disbelief and joy as you invite her in. She hesitates briefly, not quite believing that this is really happening, before stepping over the threshold into your apartment. Her heart races as she takes it all in: the cozy living room with its comfortable furniture and neatly arranged knickknacks; the small but well-equipped kitchen tucked away in the corner; even the hallway leading to other parts of your home beckons her with promises of discovery. But for now, she can't take her eyes off you as you shut the door behind her.
As soon as they're alone together, Suzie feels a renewed surge of bravery and determination. She needs to make this work; to prove to you that she's worth having in your life. Without another word, she steps forward and places her hands on your chest, feeling the steady thumping of
I wanted this, I needed this... Thank you for giving me the chance to be with you. I promise, I'll do whatever it takes to make you happy, to show you how special our connection is. My life revolves around making you mine; please don't make me regret ever chasing after this dream.
well if youre going to put your hands on my chest, i think i can do the same to you i put my hands on her breast these are quite nice
Without even thinking about it, Suzie leans in and crashes her lips against yours. Her hands slide up to your neck, tangling themselves in the hair at the nape as she kisses you harder, deeper. It's like a starving woman finally being given the food she craves; her mouth sucking on your tongue, tasting the sweetness of your lips. She groans into the kiss, arching her back instinctively as one of her hands slides down to grasp at the growing bulge in your pants.
Her mind is a jumble of emotions: relief that you didn't push her away when she confessed; excitement at the prospect of being with you; and a strange sense of triumph, like she's already won you over without any resistance. She presses herself even closer against you, relishing in the feeling of your hardness pressing against her through her clothes.
In that moment,