I want to move. I want to either leave, or to nail that chick so hard her head'll spin. Either way, I hate staying in the in-between. The forces of primal instinct and instilled societal beliefs vie for control of my body.
Oh god. She's bending over. I can see some of her skin between her jeans and her shirt. I gulp.
Here I remain still. Struggling to just concentrate on what I'm supposed to be doing.
She stands back up. Her face is so perfect. Her figure is a work of art. I think to myself, "She probably has a boyfriend" and for some reason the sensation subsides... but only for a moment. No distraction is sufficient.
Some people have told me I over think things. It's not like I'm even trying to "over think" - it just naturally occurs.
Blah. I just want a release. Just an escape....or an embrace. Something to put out this fire. This fire that's burning inside of me. Burning desire.
Hope on a plane and take some frustration out on me :). You'll be right as rain in no time!
ReplyDeleteI know how you feel. To be honest, that's part of the fun! Feeling eyes on us as we bend over. Even when we have someone, being appreciated by another person makes us feel great.
ReplyDeleteI have to admit, taking a flight to T-land is a tempting idea. But I don't have room in my budget to be making trips like that.
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