Saturday, May 4, 2013

Obsession and Crushes

I used to be obsessed with Taylor Lautner. I would fantasize about him all the time and even think about him during sex. I believe I've written at least one blog about him. Don't get me wrong, I still think he's hot, but the obsession has faded. However, there is someone that has taken his place. I am now completely obsessed with Tom Odell.

This is how it all started: I didn't even see it coming. I was reading twitter one day and I saw a tweet by Taylor Swift. It was a video of Tom Odell covering her most annoying song, "I Knew You Were Trouble." (In case you were curious: here is his cover ) I don't even know why I clicked the link because I can't stand that song. So, I started to watch it and I was thinking, "Hmmm...this sounds really nice." Then I found myself getting turned on and I felt confused. He has blonde hair, which is usually a turn-off for me. He is also very young (okay, so after researching a little, I've found that he's 22, so that's not bad). But I find him oh so sexy. I love his British accent. And the way he sings so passionately...mmmm. It really gets me going. And to watch his fingers tapping at those piano keys. Oh my. I didn't even realize his hands tugged at my hand fetish until a week ago when I saw a picture of them. Of course that made everything much more intense. Obsession. Complete obsession.

Now I can't stop thinking about him. I fantasize about kissing his amazing lips. I imagine caressing his tongue with mine, hoping that he bites my lip with his sexy teeth. I think about climbing on top of him and licking my way down his body. All the way down to his cock, which I'm sure is just as awesome as he is. I'd deep throat his cock so well that he'd moan my name. That would probably be enough to make me cum. He'd cum in my mouth and I'd swallow every last drop of his hot load. Oh god, I just want him so badly. I hate wanting people this much that I can never have. It's maddening. None of this will ever become reality. I guess I'll just have to settle for masturbating while thinking about him. At least there is that.


In other news, there is a burlesque dancer that I really like. Let's call her Candace. She's gorgeous and I have a huge crush on her. I have only spent about 15 minutes with her in person, so right now it's just a physical thing, but I adore the little bit of her personality I've seen thus far. I really want to get to know her but I can't seem to get the courage up to ask her out on a date. It took a lot just to walk up to her and introduce myself. The last burlesque dancer I crushed on turned out to be straight. This one is actually bi, so that's already better than last time. Haha. I'm hoping that sometime in the near future, I'll grow a pair of balls and ask her out. I really hope she says yes.

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