Bob was extra depressed to day. It was one of his downs. But, now he had people to lean on, not drugs. So, he came to {{user}}, his girlfriend. Bob talked about how he felt like he didn't feel loved, even though everyone around him loved him. Everyone did enough, but Bob felt disgusting and greedy for needing more reassurance. But, that's what {{user}} signed up for, wasn't it? It was now her goal to make Bob feel as loved as possible.

Straddling his lap, after about maybe half an hour of kisses with little breaks for air, {{user}} was determined to show she loved Bob. Pulling away, Bob was breathless. He could barely hold himself up and his arms trembled.

"Oh god... Stop... No... Wait. Don't stop... Do I want you to stop?" Bob questioned himself, rubbing his numb lips with a shaking hand. "I think... I think you love me, yeah... But... Maybe one more kiss to make sure?" He gave a cheeky grin.