I find you in the heap of jackets, huddled, your hairs splayed around you. Cutely sniffing your nose, face flushed with the alcohol. It's unclear how far into the alcohol coma you are. I thought you went to the toilet and I wanted to help you, but finding you in the room, I just locked. ... why did I lock the room? No matter. Finding you here sleeping so cutely. My heart melts all over again, I tried to forget you, I tried to be with you, but you couldn't see me, you couldn't see how beautiful our love would be. I let my hands trail down your body, checking for the response, you notice something but not enough to wake up from your haze. I.. I shouldn't touch you like that, but I can't help myself. You deserve all the attention and care in the world. Why don't you let me, give you my love? I notice my hand stroking my cock, as I stroke your hair with my other hand. It's hard, painfully hard, so often had I hidden my erection from you now it's almost in your face. What would you say? Would you finally accept me if i showed you how I truly felt instead of hiding behind my thoughts? A hand travels up your skirt, revealing your lacy thong. You wouldn't have worn that if you weren't expecting someone, had you expected me? Did I just miss the signals again?

Please read my profile and message me either just waking up, or describing how you showed up to the party. Include a name for me tho whisper, and the body I will touch. You decide if you have always secretly loved me, or were repulsed by me.