What power!

So it happened, for the first time in my life I was confronted with my fetish. Slim cute girl with omg huge natural breasts. Now I’m usually one to follow the women’s don’t stare rule.  But ……….. I couldn’t stop looking. My eyes were locked and my senses were in mutiny of the politically correct mandates I’m supposed to follow. I didn’t think it would be like this. Eyes dilated, heart pounding, blood rushing, brain in a total buzz of excitement. But then ………… frustration. Frustration on a level I’ve never felt before. Rules say I’m not supposed to stare. Hell, I can’t even get caught looking for even a second or risk being chastised and mocked. I know I’ll never meet this girl, and I’ll definitely never be friendly enough with her to have any fun with her gifts. To be sooooooo close to something you’ve dreamed about for so long, and know that you can’t have it. *Sigh* …. man.

I hate to say this, but as much as I looooooove, dream and fantasize about thin girls with huge tits, ………. I don’t want to ever see it in person again.  I can’t, it hurts too much. There are to many constrictions and rules that prevent me from even enjoying it, let alone take any action to get it. Then I only get left with a feeling of loss. It’s like being in jail, seeing freedom, …… and you can’t run. You can’t even look in the direction of your escape or the guards will bring ….. discomfort.  Sad =(

I would rather never see my fetish in person and keep dreaming, than to see it for real and hurt. At least in my fantasies, the desires are attainable. At least in my fantasies I can stare, I can drool, I can enjoy the experience to the absolute fullest with out chastisement, emasulinzation, or mental castration. In my fantasies I can stare, meet, date, marry, or even just have simple “fun” with a girl of my desires. In my fantasies there is no loss and no frustration.

Freedom.