>>35864476I'd been following Silvervale's stream for months, and I was absolutely in love with her. She was funny, charming, and – best of all – had an incredible backside that she wasn't afraid to show off. So when she announced that she would be attending Twitchcon in San Diego, I knew I had to go and see those wolfy cheeks with my own eyes. The trip would cost a fortune, but I sold my Fefe onaholes at a large markup (most of them were unused) and I was San Diego bound.
When the big day finally arrived, my heart was pounding as I made my way through the crowds towards the Vshojo booth. And then, there she was: Silver, looking even more beautiful than ever in person. We chatted for a bit and posed for some pictures together; it was surreal being able to talk to her in person after watching her streams for so long.
Unfortunately, tragedy struck. When I asked Silver to look at something behind her, I realized that her live 2D model is incapable of turning around. This means that, no matter how hard I try, I will never be able to see her heavenly buttocks in all their 1080p glory. I cried so hard that paramedics had to carry me to the pile for victims of foam pit injuries.
Overall, I'd call the trip a success. Having met Silver, it's not just that her bum looks good (although it really does); it's also the way she carries herself with such confidence. She knows how sexy she is and isn't afraid to show it off. That kind of self-assurance is incredibly attractive. When she takes to the stage, everyone stops to look – including me. And when she shakes her tail... well, let's just say my heart rate goes through the roof every single time.
People know Silver as a titty streamer. While her tittolies are indeed impressive, her backside is perfection. Round and firm with just the right amount of bounce. Every time she dances, those miraculous globes ripple hypnotically, drawing my gaze like a magnet. I can't help but stare; even now, just writing about it, I'm getting lost in daydreams of admiring her behind. I became so worked up last night that I retreated into my new hobby of baking bread from scratch. Kneading, rubbing, and slapping those mounds of dough is the perfect activity to go with a Silvervale vod.
On her last stream, I sent her $20 with a supportive message, "Love your Minecraft streams. Are you remembering to shower? Describe the smell of your underwear and I'll tell you if you need a break." Her mods deleted the message and banned me before she could even see it. I'm now on my 32nd Twitch account, each prior one ending in similar tragedy.
Last week, I was really looking forward to eating at Olive Garden on my birthday. I love their ambience, and their unlimited soup, salad, and breadsticks combo. But as soon as our server walked up to the table, my heart stopped. She must have been a furry, because she was wearing a blue and pink tail on her belt. Though her tushie was less impressive than Silver's, it was REAL, and that familiar tail wagging just feet from my face made me lightheaded. Every time she bent over to refill the adjacent table's drinks or bring them more breadsticks, this woman may as well have BEEN Silver. Each glimpse of that heinie left me appreciating it more and more. She brought our table a birthday cake, but I only had one cake on my mind that night. I left her a $50 tip on the receipt, and wrote a suggestion that she may order some ears to match her tail.
Ah, to set up camp and live in the beautiful crevice between Silvervale's buns. Safe and warm, rocked gently to sleep every night by her twerking. I could climb the twin hills for sport, or simply lounge all day in the shadow of her tail, swaddled in the soft blue hairs of her cozy bunghole. Would the occasional flatulence chase me away? I knew what I was signing up for when I moved here. Let the foul winds blow, I say! I'll cling to her thong for dear life before I let myself be blown from the sacred valley.