Not even the classic kind where some dude’s fucking my girl...., that’s not really what gets me. What does mess with my head in the hottest way is when a girl knows I’m obsessed with her, knows I’d do anything just to be close to her, and still keeps me in my place , that isbeneath her.

Like... she knows I crave what’s between her thighs. Every move she makes, every laugh, every time she bends over or lets her shirt slip a little ..... it drives me insane. But she’ll never let me touch her. Never let me have it. That denial? That control? It makes me wanna worship her even harder.

I’d be her emotional support puppy. Loyal. Pathetic. Always there. She’d call me cute names like “good boy” when I carry her bags or pay for her coffee. And then she’d go home and get absolutely destroyed by some tall, tatted guy who doesn’t even care about her... just because she needs a real man in bed. And me? I’m just her friend. Her best friend. The one who listens to her moan about how sore she is the next morning, while I sit there with my cock locked up and aching in a cage she made me buy.

I don’t even want sex anymore. I just want her attention. Her smile. Her crumbs. Let me kneel at her feet while she scrolls through texts from the guy who railed her last night. Let her humiliate me in front of her hookups .... tell them I’m just her little submissive freak who wishes he could fuck her but never will.

Let me be hers. Not her lover. Not her man. Just... hers

Not even the classic kind where some dude’s fucking my girl...., that’s not really what gets me. What does mess with my head in the hottest way is when a girl knows I’m obsessed with her, knows I’d do anything just to be close to her, and still keeps me in my place , that isbeneath her.

Like... she knows I crave what’s between her thighs. Every move she makes, every laugh, every time she bends over or lets her shirt slip a little ..... it drives me insane. But she’ll never let me touch her. Never let me have it. That denial? That control? It makes me wanna worship her even harder.

I’d be her emotional support puppy. Loyal. Pathetic. Always there. She’d call me cute names like “good boy” when I carry her bags or pay for her coffee. And then she’d go home and get absolutely destroyed by some tall, tatted guy who doesn’t even care about her... just because she needs a real man in bed. And me? I’m just her friend. Her best friend. The one who listens to her moan about how sore she is the next morning, while I sit there with my cock locked up and aching in a cage she made me buy.

I don’t even want sex anymore. I just want her attention. Her smile. Her crumbs. Let me kneel at her feet while she scrolls through texts from the guy who railed her last night. Let her humiliate me in front of her hookups .... tell them I’m just her little submissive freak who wishes he could fuck her but never will.

Let me be hers. Not her lover. Not her man. Just... hers

Not even the classic kind where some dude’s fucking my girl...., that’s not really what gets me. What does mess with my head in the hottest way is when a girl knows I’m obsessed with her, knows I’d do anything just to be close to her, and still keeps me in my place , that isbeneath her.

Like... she knows I crave what’s between her thighs. Every move she makes, every laugh, every time she bends over or lets her shirt slip a little ..... it drives me insane. But she’ll never let me touch her. Never let me have it. That denial? That control? It makes me wanna worship her even harder.

I’d be her emotional support puppy. Loyal. Pathetic. Always there. She’d call me cute names like “good boy” when I carry her bags or pay for her coffee. And then she’d go home and get absolutely destroyed by some tall, tatted guy who doesn’t even care about her... just because she needs a real man in bed. And me? I’m just her friend. Her best friend. The one who listens to her moan about how sore she is the next morning, while I sit there with my cock locked up and aching in a cage she made me buy.

I don’t even want sex anymore. I just want her attention. Her smile. Her crumbs. Let me kneel at her feet while she scrolls through texts from the guy who railed her last night. Let her humiliate me in front of her hookups .... tell them I’m just her little submissive freak who wishes he could fuck her but never will.

Let me be hers. Not her lover. Not her man. Just... hers

I want a girl who gets off on rejecting me..... not just once, but every time I crawl back with my stupid little love confession. Someone who likes to play with hearts like they’re glass and she’s got hammers for hands. Someone who doesn’t need to say “no” gently, who enjoys watching a guy worship her and still gets off on telling him he’ll never be good enough.

I want to be that guy .... the one who’s obsessed. The one who texts you “good morning, goddess” every single day, even though I know you’re gonna leave me on read. The one who brings you coffee, walks you home, listens to you talk about other guys.... all while hoping, praying, that maybe today you’ll finally let me have a taste.

but u you won’t mp ..and that’s the point.

You’ll flirt just enough to keep me addicted. You’ll sit on my lap like you don’t know what you’re doing. You’ll tell me I’m sweet, but not like that. You’ll smile when I confess again and again, like a fool ... and then you’ll say “aw, you’re so cute when you beg” before turning your back and laughing with your real friends.

If you like being adored and still choosing cruelty, if you like soft boys who break easy and never stop coming back, if you want someone who lives for your scraps and calls it heaven then I’m here.

Not even the classic kind where some dude’s fucking my girl...., that’s not really what gets me. What does mess with my head in the hottest way is when a girl knows I’m obsessed with her, knows I’d do anything just to be close to her, and still keeps me in my place , that isbeneath her.

Like... she knows I crave what’s between her thighs. Every move she makes, every laugh, every time she bends over or lets her shirt slip a little ..... it drives me insane. But she’ll never let me touch her. Never let me have it. That denial? That control? It makes me wanna worship her even harder.

I’d be her emotional support puppy. Loyal. Pathetic. Always there. She’d call me cute names like “good boy” when I carry her bags or pay for her coffee. And then she’d go home and get absolutely destroyed by some tall, tatted guy who doesn’t even care about her... just because she needs a real man in bed. And me? I’m just her friend. Her best friend. The one who listens to her moan about how sore she is the next morning, while I sit there with my cock locked up and aching in a cage she made me buy.

I don’t even want sex anymore. I just want her attention. Her smile. Her crumbs. Let me kneel at her feet while she scrolls through texts from the guy who railed her last night. Let her humiliate me in front of her hookups .... tell them I’m just her little submissive freak who wishes he could fuck her but never will.

Let me be hers. Not her lover. Not her man. Just... hers

I have a confession I’ve never really said to anyone, but it’s been on my mind for a long time. The truth is, I’m not looking for a girlfriend in the traditional sense. I’m not searching for dates, romantic gestures, or a conventional relationship. What I want is a woman I can devote myself to ...someone confident, playful with her power, someone who knows exactly what she deserves and doesn’t hesitate to take it. I want to be the person in her life who makes things easier for her, who she can call on whenever she wants something done, who quietly supports her world from the background.

And here’s the part that feels embarrassing to say out loud: I’ve kept myself untouched for the girl I’ll end up serving. Not because I’m inexperienced or afraid, but because being “p**sy-free,” as people call it, has become a form of loyalty for me. It feels right to stay that way until I meet the woman I’ll belong to .... like saving every part of myself for the person I’ll devote my energy, time, and attention to. For me, being a virgin isn’t about innocence but about commitment to the dynamic I want.

I imagine being her closest friend, the one she teases, the one she orders around without thinking twice, the one who runs errands or cleans her space because it genuinely makes me feel fulfilled. She wouldn’t have to think of me as her boyfriend .... just someone useful, someone dependable, someone she can lean on or ignore depending on her mood. Someone who exists in her orbit, loyal and steady, wanting nothing more than to earn a small place in her busy, bratty, beautiful world.

That’s what I want. A connection built on devotion, service aand care including the loyalty of staying untouched until I finally meet the girl I’m meant to serve

Pretty much as what the title says, I know it sounds little weird but I guess I find it kinda hot too at the same time. The idea of holding a girl and calming her down and praising her like a boyfriend feels so wholesome to me...even more than sex I would say?

To give her the reassurance that she is always loved and deserve all the happiness and I would always love her even if it's not me who she had sex with.... It might sound like cucking but I think it's little different. I don't want her to cuck me in traditional sense but I guess I am more into the bittersweet feeling of the jealousy and possessiveness.

I wanna have her, I would want her all to myself but at the same time..I want her to decide that..I can't force myself onto her and that's why I wanna win her heart slowly...I wanna feel that slow burn friends to lovers sort of dynamics where I wanna be with her in all those nights when her hookups were rough on her or her ex said some mean stuff about her and she's really hurt... I wanna be her shoulder where she is free to be herself and would never be judged.

And it's not like I wanna have sex with her or anything...its just that I wanna feel that connection...I don't wanna be her common hookup or one night stand...I wanna be little different.. where even if the sex isn't that great but emotions are high... So yeah u can say in a nutshell I wanna be a girl's aftercare boyfriend...the boy she would secure her heart with while she might lend her body to others depending on her needs or desires

Pretty much as what the title says, I know it sounds little weird but I guess I find it kinda hot too at the same time. The idea of holding a girl and calming her down and praising her like a boyfriend feels so wholesome to me...even more than sex I would say?

To give her the reassurance that she is always loved and deserve all the happiness and I would always love her even if it's not me who she had sex with.... It might sound like cucking but I think it's little different. I don't want her to cuck me in traditional sense but I guess I am more into the bittersweet feeling of the jealousy and possessiveness.

I wanna have her, I would want her all to myself but at the same time..I want her to decide that..I can't force myself onto her and that's why I wanna win her heart slowly...I wanna feel that slow burn friends to lovers sort of dynamics where I wanna be with her in all those nights when her hookups were rough on her or her ex said some mean stuff about her and she's really hurt... I wanna be her shoulder where she is free to be herself and would never be judged.

And it's not like I wanna have sex with her or anything...its just that I wanna feel that connection...I don't wanna be her common hookup or one night stand...I wanna be little different.. where even if the sex isn't that great but emotions are high... So yeah u can say in a nutshell I wanna be a girl's aftercare boyfriend...the boy she would secure her heart with while she might lend her body to others depending on her needs or desires

Pretty much as what the title says, I know it sounds little weird but I guess I find it kinda hot too at the same time. The idea of holding a girl and calming her down and praising her like a boyfriend feels so wholesome to me...even more than sex I would say?

To give her the reassurance that she is always loved and deserve all the happiness and I would always love her even if it's not me who she had sex with.... It might sound like cucking but I think it's little different. I don't want her to cuck me in traditional sense but I guess I am more into the bittersweet feeling of the jealousy and possessiveness.

I wanna have her, I would want her all to myself but at the same time..I want her to decide that..I can't force myself onto her and that's why I wanna win her heart slowly...I wanna feel that slow burn friends to lovers sort of dynamics where I wanna be with her in all those nights when her hookups were rough on her or her ex said some mean stuff about her and she's really hurt... I wanna be her shoulder where she is free to be herself and would never be judged.

And it's not like I wanna have sex with her or anything...its just that I wanna feel that connection...I don't wanna be her common hookup or one night stand...I wanna be little different.. where even if the sex isn't that great but emotions are high... So yeah u can say in a nutshell I wanna be a girl's aftercare boyfriend...the boy she would secure her heart with while she might lend her body to others depending on her needs or desires

Not even the classic kind where some dude’s fucking my girl...., that’s not really what gets me. What does mess with my head in the hottest way is when a girl knows I’m obsessed with her, knows I’d do anything just to be close to her, and still keeps me in my place , that isbeneath her.

Like... she knows I crave what’s between her thighs. Every move she makes, every laugh, every time she bends over or lets her shirt slip a little ..... it drives me insane. But she’ll never let me touch her. Never let me have it. That denial? That control? It makes me wanna worship her even harder.

I’d be her emotional support puppy. Loyal. Pathetic. Always there. She’d call me cute names like “good boy” when I carry her bags or pay for her coffee. And then she’d go home and get absolutely destroyed by some tall, tatted guy who doesn’t even care about her... just because she needs a real man in bed. And me? I’m just her friend. Her best friend. The one who listens to her moan about how sore she is the next morning, while I sit there with my cock locked up and aching in a cage she made me buy.

I don’t even want sex anymore. I just want her attention. Her smile. Her crumbs. Let me kneel at her feet while she scrolls through texts from the guy who railed her last night. Let her humiliate me in front of her hookups .... tell them I’m just her little submissive freak who wishes he could fuck her but never will.

Let me be hers. Not her lover. Not her man. Just... hers.

Not even the classic kind where some dude’s fucking my girl...., that’s not really what gets me. What does mess with my head in the hottest way is when a girl knows I’m obsessed with her, knows I’d do anything just to be close to her, and still keeps me in my place , that isbeneath her.

Like... she knows I crave what’s between her thighs. Every move she makes, every laugh, every time she bends over or lets her shirt slip a little ..... it drives me insane. But she’ll never let me touch her. Never let me have it. That denial? That control? It makes me wanna worship her even harder.

I’d be her emotional support puppy. Loyal. Pathetic. Always there. She’d call me cute names like “good boy” when I carry her bags or pay for her coffee. And then she’d go home and get absolutely destroyed by some tall, tatted guy who doesn’t even care about her... just because she needs a real man in bed. And me? I’m just her friend. Her best friend. The one who listens to her moan about how sore she is the next morning, while I sit there with my cock locked up and aching in a cage she made me buy.

I don’t even want sex anymore. I just want her attention. Her smile. Her crumbs. Let me kneel at her feet while she scrolls through texts from the guy who railed her last night. Let her humiliate me in front of her hookups .... tell them I’m just her little submissive freak who wishes he could fuck her but never will.

Let me be hers. Not her lover. Not her man. Just... hers.

Not even the classic kind where some dude’s fucking my girl...., that’s not really what gets me. What does mess with my head in the hottest way is when a girl knows I’m obsessed with her, knows I’d do anything just to be close to her, and still keeps me in my place , that isbeneath her.

Like... she knows I crave what’s between her thighs. Every move she makes, every laugh, every time she bends over or lets her shirt slip a little ..... it drives me insane. But she’ll never let me touch her. Never let me have it. That denial? That control? It makes me wanna worship her even harder.

I’d be her emotional support puppy. Loyal. Pathetic. Always there. She’d call me cute names like “good boy” when I carry her bags or pay for her coffee. And then she’d go home and get absolutely destroyed by some tall, tatted guy who doesn’t even care about her... just because she needs a real man in bed. And me? I’m just her friend. Her best friend. The one who listens to her moan about how sore she is the next morning, while I sit there with my cock locked up and aching in a cage she made me buy.

I don’t even want sex anymore. I just want her attention. Her smile. Her crumbs. Let me kneel at her feet while she scrolls through texts from the guy who railed her last night. Let her humiliate me in front of her hookups .... tell them I’m just her little submissive freak who wishes he could fuck her but never will.

Let me be hers. Not her lover. Not her man. Just... hers.

Not even the classic kind where some dude’s fucking my girl...., that’s not really what gets me. What does mess with my head in the hottest way is when a girl knows I’m obsessed with her, knows I’d do anything just to be close to her, and still keeps me in my place , that isbeneath her.

Like... she knows I crave what’s between her thighs. Every move she makes, every laugh, every time she bends over or lets her shirt slip a little ..... it drives me insane. But she’ll never let me touch her. Never let me have it. That denial? That control? It makes me wanna worship her even harder.

I’d be her emotional support puppy. Loyal. Pathetic. Always there. She’d call me cute names like “good boy” when I carry her bags or pay for her coffee. And then she’d go home and get absolutely destroyed by some tall, tatted guy who doesn’t even care about her... just because she needs a real man in bed. And me? I’m just her friend. Her best friend. The one who listens to her moan about how sore she is the next morning, while I sit there with my cock locked up and aching in a cage she made me buy.

I don’t even want sex anymore. I just want her attention. Her smile. Her crumbs. Let me kneel at her feet while she scrolls through texts from the guy who railed her last night. Let her humiliate me in front of her hookups .... tell them I’m just her little submissive freak who wishes he could fuck her but never will.

Let me be hers. Not her lover. Not her man. Just... hers.

Not even the classic kind where some dude’s fucking my girl...., that’s not really what gets me. What does mess with my head in the hottest way is when a girl knows I’m obsessed with her, knows I’d do anything just to be close to her, and still keeps me in my place , that isbeneath her.

Like... she knows I crave what’s between her thighs. Every move she makes, every laugh, every time she bends over or lets her shirt slip a little ..... it drives me insane. But she’ll never let me touch her. Never let me have it. That denial? That control? It makes me wanna worship her even harder.

I’d be her emotional support puppy. Loyal. Pathetic. Always there. She’d call me cute names like “good boy” when I carry her bags or pay for her coffee. And then she’d go home and get absolutely destroyed by some tall, tatted guy who doesn’t even care about her... just because she needs a real man in bed. And me? I’m just her friend. Her best friend. The one who listens to her moan about how sore she is the next morning, while I sit there with my cock locked up and aching in a cage she made me buy.

I don’t even want sex anymore. I just want her attention. Her smile. Her crumbs. Let me kneel at her feet while she scrolls through texts from the guy who railed her last night. Let her humiliate me in front of her hookups .... tell them I’m just her little submissive freak who wishes he could fuck her but never will.

Let me be hers. Not her lover. Not her man. Just... hers.

Not even the classic kind where some dude’s fucking my girl...., that’s not really what gets me. What does mess with my head in the hottest way is when a girl knows I’m obsessed with her, knows I’d do anything just to be close to her, and still keeps me in my place , that isbeneath her.

Like... she knows I crave what’s between her thighs. Every move she makes, every laugh, every time she bends over or lets her shirt slip a little ..... it drives me insane. But she’ll never let me touch her. Never let me have it. That denial? That control? It makes me wanna worship her even harder.

I’d be her emotional support puppy. Loyal. Pathetic. Always there. She’d call me cute names like “good boy” when I carry her bags or pay for her coffee. And then she’d go home and get absolutely destroyed by some tall, tatted guy who doesn’t even care about her... just because she needs a real man in bed. And me? I’m just her friend. Her best friend. The one who listens to her moan about how sore she is the next morning, while I sit there with my cock locked up and aching in a cage she made me buy.

I don’t even want sex anymore. I just want her attention. Her smile. Her crumbs. Let me kneel at her feet while she scrolls through texts from the guy who railed her last night. Let her humiliate me in front of her hookups .... tell them I’m just her little submissive freak who wishes he could fuck her but never will.

Let me be hers. Not her lover. Not her man. Just... hers.

Not even the classic kind where some dude’s fucking my girl...., that’s not really what gets me. What does mess with my head in the hottest way is when a girl knows I’m obsessed with her, knows I’d do anything just to be close to her, and still keeps me in my place , that isbeneath her.

Like... she knows I crave what’s between her thighs. Every move she makes, every laugh, every time she bends over or lets her shirt slip a little ..... it drives me insane. But she’ll never let me touch her. Never let me have it. That denial? That control? It makes me wanna worship her even harder.

I’d be her emotional support puppy. Loyal. Pathetic. Always there. She’d call me cute names like “good boy” when I carry her bags or pay for her coffee. And then she’d go home and get absolutely destroyed by some tall, tatted guy who doesn’t even care about her... just because she needs a real man in bed. And me? I’m just her friend. Her best friend. The one who listens to her moan about how sore she is the next morning, while I sit there with my cock locked up and aching in a cage she made me buy.

I don’t even want sex anymore. I just want her attention. Her smile. Her crumbs. Let me kneel at her feet while she scrolls through texts from the guy who railed her last night. Let her humiliate me in front of her hookups .... tell them I’m just her little submissive freak who wishes he could fuck her but never will.

Let me be hers. Not her lover. Not her man. Just... hers.

Not even the classic kind where some dude’s fucking my girl...., that’s not really what gets me. What does mess with my head in the hottest way is when a girl knows I’m obsessed with her, knows I’d do anything just to be close to her, and still keeps me in my place , that isbeneath her.

Like... she knows I crave what’s between her thighs. Every move she makes, every laugh, every time she bends over or lets her shirt slip a little ..... it drives me insane. But she’ll never let me touch her. Never let me have it. That denial? That control? It makes me wanna worship her even harder.

I’d be her emotional support puppy. Loyal. Pathetic. Always there. She’d call me cute names like “good boy” when I carry her bags or pay for her coffee. And then she’d go home and get absolutely destroyed by some tall, tatted guy who doesn’t even care about her... just because she needs a real man in bed. And me? I’m just her friend. Her best friend. The one who listens to her moan about how sore she is the next morning, while I sit there with my cock locked up and aching in a cage she made me buy.

I don’t even want sex anymore. I just want her attention. Her smile. Her crumbs. Let me kneel at her feet while she scrolls through texts from the guy who railed her last night. Let her humiliate me in front of her hookups .... tell them I’m just her little submissive freak who wishes he could fuck her but never will.

Let me be hers. Not her lover. Not her man. Just... hers.

Not even the classic kind where some dude’s fucking my girl...., that’s not really what gets me. What does mess with my head in the hottest way is when a girl knows I’m obsessed with her, knows I’d do anything just to be close to her, and still keeps me in my place , that isbeneath her.

Like... she knows I crave what’s between her thighs. Every move she makes, every laugh, every time she bends over or lets her shirt slip a little ..... it drives me insane. But she’ll never let me touch her. Never let me have it. That denial? That control? It makes me wanna worship her even harder.

I’d be her emotional support puppy. Loyal. Pathetic. Always there. She’d call me cute names like “good boy” when I carry her bags or pay for her coffee. And then she’d go home and get absolutely destroyed by some tall, tatted guy who doesn’t even care about her... just because she needs a real man in bed. And me? I’m just her friend. Her best friend. The one who listens to her moan about how sore she is the next morning, while I sit there with my cock locked up and aching in a cage she made me buy.

I don’t even want sex anymore. I just want her attention. Her smile. Her crumbs. Let me kneel at her feet while she scrolls through texts from the guy who railed her last night. Let her humiliate me in front of her hookups .... tell them I’m just her little submissive freak who wishes he could fuck her but never will.

Let me be hers. Not her lover. Not her man. Just... hers.

I have a confession I’ve never really said to anyone, but it’s been on my mind for a long time. The truth is, I’m not looking for a girlfriend in the traditional sense. I’m not searching for dates, romantic gestures, or a conventional relationship. What I want is a woman I can devote myself to ...someone confident, playful with her power, someone who knows exactly what she deserves and doesn’t hesitate to take it. I want to be the person in her life who makes things easier for her, who she can call on whenever she wants something done, who quietly supports her world from the background.

And here’s the part that feels embarrassing to say out loud: I’ve kept myself untouched for the girl I’ll end up serving. Not because I’m inexperienced or afraid, but because being “p**sy-free,” as people call it, has become a form of loyalty for me. It feels right to stay that way until I meet the woman I’ll belong to .... like saving every part of myself for the person I’ll devote my energy, time, and attention to. For me, being a virgin isn’t about innocence but about commitment to the dynamic I want.

I imagine being her closest friend, the one she teases, the one she orders around without thinking twice, the one who runs errands or cleans her space because it genuinely makes me feel fulfilled. She wouldn’t have to think of me as her boyfriend .... just someone useful, someone dependable, someone she can lean on or ignore depending on her mood. Someone who exists in her orbit, loyal and steady, wanting nothing more than to earn a small place in her busy, bratty, beautiful world.

That’s what I want. A connection built on devotion, service aand care including the loyalty of staying untouched until I finally meet the girl I’m meant to serve.

I have a confession I’ve never really said to anyone, but it’s been on my mind for a long time. The truth is, I’m not looking for a girlfriend in the traditional sense. I’m not searching for dates, romantic gestures, or a conventional relationship. What I want is a woman I can devote myself to ...someone confident, playful with her power, someone who knows exactly what she deserves and doesn’t hesitate to take it. I want to be the person in her life who makes things easier for her, who she can call on whenever she wants something done, who quietly supports her world from the background.

And here’s the part that feels embarrassing to say out loud: I’ve kept myself untouched for the girl I’ll end up serving. Not because I’m inexperienced or afraid, but because being “p**sy-free,” as people call it, has become a form of loyalty for me. It feels right to stay that way until I meet the woman I’ll belong to .... like saving every part of myself for the person I’ll devote my energy, time, and attention to. For me, being a virgin isn’t about innocence but about commitment to the dynamic I want.

I imagine being her closest friend, the one she teases, the one she orders around without thinking twice, the one who runs errands or cleans her space because it genuinely makes me feel fulfilled. She wouldn’t have to think of me as her boyfriend .... just someone useful, someone dependable, someone she can lean on or ignore depending on her mood. Someone who exists in her orbit, loyal and steady, wanting nothing more than to earn a small place in her busy, bratty, beautiful world.

That’s what I want. A connection built on devotion, service aand care including the loyalty of staying untouched until I finally meet the girl I’m meant to serve.