Desired Obsession

By Blueheatt



….This is about my obsession which has brought me thrills beyond what other girls will ever know. I’ve have always kept this to myself as I was born with the right things to get ‘it‘.

… ’IT’, was having a guy of my choosing, desire me. ’IF’…he desired me enough, I ‘let’ him have sex with me and enjoy great sex with me.

…To put it bluntly…I was a beautiful girl, born that way and I loved the attention I got from it. I tried not to abuse or use my beauty to take advantage of men. When I did pick a guy out, of my choosing, I had the advantage. They would tell me how I made them get erections and get so horny over me they would have to go and jack off.

…My name is JoAnn, or Jo, as everyone called me. My daddy was not impressed with my beauty that much. It caused him to keep the boys away as I grew up. I remember he told me once…“A guy will come along that is ‘not’ impressed by your looks. That’s the guy to look out for.” I had no idea what he meant, but that statement did stick with me. That ’guy’ came along. Tim was his name.

…I had a creative writing class and I was no writer and wasn’t doing well. Tim was a whiz at this and wrote some stunning stories. I decided to use my beauty and charm to get him to help me pass the class. After class I went up to him and put my hand on his arm. Normally getting any guys attention. Tim looked at me and just said: “What?” I looked him in the eyes and asked him for help in writing. He looked at me and studied my face and body. He said: “I’m really busy right now, but…let’s make a deal.” So I figured he was going to suggest a deal where he could get in my panties like so many guy’s had tried before. I of course liked the attention and turned on the charm. “What did you have in mind…Tim?” He didn’t melt or stammer like the others, He didn’t even smile. He said: “I know some things about you Jo, but…I want to know the inside of you Jo. You let me interview you for a story, and I’ll help you write. Do we have a deal?” I was shocked at his answer. I wasn’t about to reveal my personal thoughts to him and have him start digging into my hidden obsession of wanting to be desired….but now he was somehow charming me with his eyes deeply looking into my brain I felt. I was locked on his eyes when out of my mouth came: “Deal.”

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