When I was 16, I was married to a wonderful man. Two months into our marriage, he was murdered during a mugging gone bad. After years of mourning I have moved on. Now, I am a huge WWE fan, and there is a new-ish star on there who looks, acts and sounds just like my late husband. Since the first time I saw him, I have been wracked with fantasies and dreams of this man. I dream of meeting him and letting him use me: raw, passionate, and brutal. I would give anything for a night in this man’s arms. Sometimes it drives me to distraction, but it gives me such immense pleasure that I refuse to stop. I know the chances of this coming true are zero. I have no desire to contact this man and would never inject myself into his life like that. I’ve just been so overwhelmed that I needed to tell someone, anyone. This isn’t the kind of thing you tell your friends. Thanks for reading.