I'm Sabrina. I'm twenty-nine, five foot seven and have layered blonde hair with highlights and baby blue eyes. I have a smile that could outshine the sun (or so I've been told). I've got a twenty-six inch waist and 36DD breasts. I call it my 'margarita figure'—all top heavy.
Anyway, this is how I met my game lover.
At first, Alex was the most annoying member of our group—always barking orders, taking over when shit wasn't done exactly to his specifications. The others openly admired him. He was charming, kind, and even generous... on occasion, when it suited his purpose. It drove me crazy. I figured it was a ruse to take over the group. He was definitely the most dominant male we had. So, of course, he took over.
We argued almost constantly back and forth by private message. I fought with him over everything. He wasn't going to make me grovel at his feet for mere scraps like the rest of these idiots were doing. I was a leader in my own right, and I refused to cower to him.
What started out as arguing, eventually became mutual respect. We each had our divisions we were in charge of, but often we'd pick each other's head for ideas to fix the problem we faced. Soon the divisions were blurred as we talked about everything, from game life to real life, to hopes and dreams.
Somewhere along the way, I developed a crush on my as yet unseen leader. To be honest, I was expecting some short fat guy living in his mother's basement, but it didn't matter. I was crushing on this made up image in my own head.
I'd masturbate to this image of a larger than life, dominant man who had consumed my gaming life, and real life, if I were honest.