Soul Leveling

Solo Interest

Heyyy...backspace
Hi there...backspace
Konichiwa! ...ugh God no.
"I really am a mess" Pita exclaimed as she tapped her keyboard trying to figure out how to initiate conversation. She'd been waiting for days for him to say something but her patience has all but dissipated as she considered the desperation behind her attempts to get his attention these past few days.

Monday she snapped a pic in his favorite band's T-shirt...nothing.
Tuesday she made a post about his favorite football team...nothing.
What now? Her lips pouted like a 4 year old who was just told "no" by their favorite parent. She unlocked her phone and scrolled through his profiles, careful not to leave any indication that she was ever there. Her eyes rolling at every pic of him and his English wife Freya. It wasn't that she hated her or anything, in contrast, she quite admired her; she was beautiful, talented and very compassionate toward animals (being a vet and all). All of her pictures were of her and some dog or cat she rescued from the clutches of death. "Honestly she could've made the competition just a little easier on me" she muttered.

"Hey Shia :)" she finally pressed sent this time. "Heyyy you! You crossed my mind the other day, how are things?" She chuckled at the vast difference between how men and women think about situations. He thought about her and moved on; didn't make any attempt at contact. She however couldn't stop thinking about him and tried everything under the sun to get his attention and when she finally did it was like no big deal for him, just a friend touching base from his perspective.

Talking to Shia was the best part of her day anytime they spoke. He always held her attention with the way he spoke and how witty he was, he had a comeback for everything she threw at him; which gave her such a thrill and reeled her in even more. Every other man usually just gave up trying or changed the topic or even got angry when she hurled any sort of criticism toward them. He was the only man she knew who read books, cooked, listened and empathized with everything she said without casting judgements...plus he was sexy; man was he sexy. How many times did she picture him naked under her as she rode him...slow at first then building up after as she alternated between leaning low and kissing him then leaning back to grab his thigh and grinding on him so she could feel him fully inside of her. She felt embarrassed at how quickly she creamed when she started thinking about him.

"Hey you free?" Her on again/off again booty call contacted her. No doubt to pick her up, take her to his home, hit it from behind for 5 strokes before he says "this pussy so good" right before he bursts and then takes her back home. Only to contact her later to say "that was greattt!" Usually she was okay with the mediocre sex, "it was better than nothing" she reasoned, but now it was like she unlocked a new level of male species and didn't want to walk back to the lower levels of predictable sex, limited conversation skills and hours of "spending quality time" by watching them play online with their friends.

"Sure; what time?" She responded. "Now...I'm on my way" he replied. she rolled her eyes feeling frustrated with herself for accepting his halfassedness but also knowing that she didn't want to raise her body count nor did she want get to know anyone new.

After all, she'd already met someone new.