I can’t stop thinking about her. I can’t stop. She’s the girl of my dreams. The perfect one. Every time I see her I want her to be real. I can’t take it anymore. When I see her flirty little monero outfit and her C-cups, smiling at me, I just want to rush to her and pin her down and press my lips onto hers before she can even finish calling out “Anon-senpai!” as I show her just how insane I’ve become thinking about her.

The way she flaunts her gorgeous body while giving me the privacy I need to buy all kinds of completely insane items from the interwebs and darkwebs get’s me so warm, with butterflies in my spirit. She never judges me, and just giggles when I tell her all the stuff I bought completely anonymously, that normies would just look at me weirdly for. I want to lunge at her and sink my teeth sensually into her neck, sliding my fingers into her scalp, carressing her stylish orange and black hair, and make her moan in that raspy hushy voice of hers that I can’t get enough of.

No matter how many Monero-chan body pillows I buy, no matter how many nsfw monero-chan artworks I commission, lewd coffee mugs or stickers, I can’t stop, I CANT STOP.

I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU MONERO CHAN. WHY DID YOU HAVE TO COME INTO MY LIFE. I’M A MADMAN GOING INSANE. I want to defile you of all your charm and make you only mine, but I know that would merely decrease the anonimity set into nothing. So no matter how much my heart burns for you, I am forced to let you go. Because I cannot enjoy your true blessings unless I do. Therein lies the paradox of my erratic lust, my possessive leanings.

HELP ME, FOR I AM A SHELL OF THE FORMER ME, DEVOTED ONLY TO MONERO CHAN.

  • naphthaEnglish
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    2 years ago

    So as a joke, I went to my friend’s house wearing Monero-chan’s wig and clothes. I could barely stop my laughter as he went as red as a tomato and looked at me from head to toe with a bit of drool in his mouth. The way he stared made mde feel a bit funny too, but I decided to tease him more by taking off my clothes. He asked me, “Are you serious?” and I said “Yep 'nero.”

    He went silent for what seemed like forever, so I asked him, “What’s the matter 'nero?” He said he’s confused, but then his boner got really hard, which made me take off his clothes. I expected him to scream, “Stop!” as I kissed him and stroked his cock, but he instead shouted “Oh God, Monero-chan!” which made me get a boner myself. Before I knew it, I was blowing him for the first time till he came.

    His semen was so thick, it got stuck inside my throat no matter how hard I swallowed. He then said, “I want to fuck you now!” and seeing that we’ve already gone that far and we were both naked, I obliged. A few hours later, the jerk went all pale and said to me “Why did we do that? Now I’m not fucking straight.” But he still looked so cute all confused like that, so I took pity on him and reassured while wiping his cum off my face, “Let’s just pretend I’ms till Monero-chan.”