Sometimes I wonder if anyone sees past the surface. Everyone looks at me and just sees... nothing. No curves, no softness, just a straight line. It's like my body is a wall I can't climb over, and on the other side is everything I want. Gentleness. Passion. Someone who wouldn't just tolerate how I look but would crave it. Who'd run their hands over my flat chest and tell me I'm perfect, who'd get hard just from the feel of my slender hips against theirs. I don't just want sex. I want to be wanted. To have someone look at me with that kind of desperate hunger, to feel their cock get stiff because of me, to know I'm the reason. Is that too much to ask? To be someone's deepest, most secret fantasy instead of their polite rejection?