My feelings for my roommate are becoming more intense. He’s beautiful in an awkward way. I wish to sit for hours and hear him speak endlessly about things. I think what I like the most is his almost inability to complain and how he does everything all the way. As sick as it sounds I imagine him to be the type to not stop having s** until the woman cums first. He’s expressed vividly his love of the female form, and here I sit, like a common bar wench, breasts slightly exposed, wearing trashy clothes around the house almost actually praying that maybe one day if the conditions are right he’d make advances toward me. I am fat, dumpy…undesirable, and yet I wish for nothing more than for him to ravish me. It is…painful almost to make eye contact for my very being aches to get closer. I want to see those pretty irises up close, run my fingers over those lips and lightly caress the smooth sides of his neck.