In girl blogs I often become annoyed at the plenty of fish in the sea analogy people use to ridicule love, obsession and devotion
Yes you can fuck one slut every night until you become numb to the act of a female offering her body to you, even if it's through a weakened state.
My adorable coworker girl used a similar proposion on me. She saw another girl we both know flirting with me briefly over the counter and told me to go for her instead. I would if I could... damnit. Damn it all.
It honestly takes all my willpower to stop myself from craving her body. How could I stop myself from loving her altogether?
Her pigtail arouses me. The way her adorable puppy eyes tiredly glances at me, the tender mix of her scent with that fruitlike perfume, the way she wiggles her ass while picking up things from the floor, her pouty lips moving slowly, the exotic skin color, the dry and chilly retorts at my appreciation, her proud way of carrying that tiny body around, those boy-like hips that somehow might be able to go through child labor. That soft yet stern voice desperately trying to sound as grown up. I can't let go of it all... I can't stop thinking of her.