I nearly screwed it up with my worries, but am totally delighted now that I didn't!

By Stanley Collymore 

I was worrying myself sick that

I didn't challenge your sexual
propositions to me or even
question you about what your specific
intentions unquestionably, effectively
were, undoubtedly in respect of your
supposed interest in me. Essentially
did you see me as a likely girlfriend,
naturally a general acquaintance to
confide in when you very obviously
or even desperately needed one or
simply a quite suitable convenient
sexual receptacle? Simply a most  
appropriate and trustworthy lover,
when rather irrefutably, your other
conquests were clearly, obviously
busy and therefore conveniently I
would rather handily, very fittingly
be basically your first port of call?  
 
Or were you actually in love with
me but quite evidently hadn’t
as yet, essentially literally
gotten around to disclosing your true
feelings towards me? And obviously  
while very personally committed, to
essentially questioning your actual
intentions and clearly securing the  
genuine reasons for you obviously  
involving yourself with me, I rather
unfortunately didn't manage to do  
this; since your very first kiss with  
me attendant with your purposely
employed; self-evidently, crucially  
expertly trained hands, with quite  
deft fingers fittingly so, caressing  
at will my emotionally responsive  
body as you very instantaneously
effectively set about quite torridly,
vibrantly unleashing a tsunami of  
unbridled lust in my virginal body.  
 
A state of affairs that reciprocally  
and most eagerly did rampantly  
diminish my every initial worry  
and distinctly instead rather assuredly  
in my reciprocation, fervently let it be  
unequivocally known to him through  
my responsive actions, that I clearly  
and unabatedly required a lot more.  
And very gratefully and ecstatically
you my seducer, blessedly obliged.  
 
(C) Stanley V. Collymore
28 August 2023.  
 
 
Author's Remarks:  
Why remain a virgin simply for basically societal reasons when quite essentially on you having attained the obvious age of consent and even more emphatically so that of majority, and it's crystal clear to you without any sort of enforcement that your biologically sexual clock very distinctly, obviously truly needs regular servicing; and actually very discernibly in this process quite irrefutably and as well ongoingly basically clamour to be attended to, you nevertheless crucially and effectively purposely ignore those warnings because you evidently aren't married, haven't acquired a permanent partner in your life and thus effectively rather sanctimoniously place an undue amount of value and trust in essentially staying a virgin!  
 
Your choice of course, and undoubtedly so yours to make. But what's the actual difference between that and manifestly basically starving yourself: not properly eating simply because you distinctively essentially irrefutably have a skewed perception literally, of what supposedly feminine beauty is and should therefore be all about. So you consciously, refuse to eat properly, quite obviously because you contrarily want to stay slim!