Desperate Obsession 2

‘So what do you want?'
'Make love to me’, I said calmly

He did. He did it very well, and there was so much difference when I did it all myself with his pictures. At night, I couldn’t stop myself from looking at his pictures, which led to things.

We kept on meeting up, and gradually, my fantasies started checking off the list. I told him all about them, so anytime we met, he kept fulfilling them. This guy took me to cloud 9, or even higher if there’s such. Every time is always better than the last. I became so addicted to it that I started going to his place without permission. He couldn’t send me back; I was irresistible. Throughout this period, I thought he’d have fallen in love with me, so I decided to ask the question
Ife:Ola, do you love me?

Ola: Love? Are you being serious right now?
 Ife:Yeah
 Ola:You’re joking
Ife: Don’t you love me? Not a bit?
Ola:How could you even think I would? For fuck sake, Ife, I never liked you like that, and you know. You were so desperate. You wanted me at all costs. You actually forced me, and I gave in. At least I helped fulfill your fantasies.

I was shocked. I just stood up, wore my clothes, and went out. In my head, I thought that even if he didn’t like me at first, he would later. I mean, more than half of the time, he always calls me to come. He enjoyed my company and the sex, for sure. So I was just a sex toy? I know I was just about the sex at first, but later I really fell for him because of all other things apart from the sex. I mean, the sex was great, but he is also a good man, so why?
I messaged him
Can we please just work things out? I really love you.
Ola: lol, work what? You’re not my kind of girl. I have a girlfriend, and I love her so much.
Ife: Not your kind of girl, but you fuck me as many times as you could.
Ola: Excuse me? You came to me with your fantasies; they were quite interesting. I don’t want to be a bad guy by not helping a horny asf bitch. Also, I learned some stuff that was very good to practice with my baby. So thank you, and never to see you again.

As I was about to reply, I even did, but it didn’t deliver. This guy blocked me. Jeez, I feel so disgusted. In annoyance, I banged my phone on the floor. I don’t want to see him again. I deleted his number and cried so much. I hate myself right now.

Many months have passed, but I couldn’t get myself to stop thinking about him. He’s always in my dreams doing crazy things to me, and I end up waking up wet. I don’t know how I didn’t delete his pictures because I’m going so crazy. I can’t get him out of my head, as I crave him more and more.

A thirst for the third self led to my swimming in addiction. The fourth self will be better than this, I hope! That’s if there’s one.