10-07-2016, 07:59 PM
Part 1
I'm an introspective guy, and there have been times in my life where I thought existence would be easier if the gears weren't turning like they do. Just as quickly I feel ashamed for having such thoughts.
When I was warming up at the gym today I caught the backside of girl who stopped to put a shirt over her sports bra. Nice ass, tan skin, back tat—nice. Tangent: upper or lower back tat turns me on 'cause it usually means she's sexually liberated. Fast forward and I'm lifting in a different part of the gym. I spot a cute girl and I can tell by the look in her eyes that she's naughty. Another tangent: I can smell a slut from a mile away just by the look in her eye + there are usually bodily cues. I am not using the word slut as a shaming mechanism btw. It actually turns me on if she's not gross. So this girl is working out near me and we made eye contact at least 3 times. I know she was checking me out when I wasn't looking. Each time we made eye contact, I waited until she looked away. She looked with more intensity than most women do, and the third time she cracked a little smile. At one point I looked over and her back was to me. Wait a minute, I know that backside, the girl from before! No I didn't talk to her. I swear I actually die a little bit inside when I don't act on these opportunities. Been doing it for so long that I'm desensitized to the emotional jab. So she disappears and I don't see her until much later. Twice I thought she left. Fast forward again and I'm nearing the end of my workout. I spot this girl on the ground floor with a miraculous ass and legendary cleavage. It's her again lol. She probably showered and changed. She lingers for a long time. Probably spotted me. I figure she's waiting for a ride; probably from some dude she's fucking or who thinks he's gonna fuck her. Why did I tell this story? Because it spurred some major gear turning on the ride home.
I'm an introspective guy, and there have been times in my life where I thought existence would be easier if the gears weren't turning like they do. Just as quickly I feel ashamed for having such thoughts.
When I was warming up at the gym today I caught the backside of girl who stopped to put a shirt over her sports bra. Nice ass, tan skin, back tat—nice. Tangent: upper or lower back tat turns me on 'cause it usually means she's sexually liberated. Fast forward and I'm lifting in a different part of the gym. I spot a cute girl and I can tell by the look in her eyes that she's naughty. Another tangent: I can smell a slut from a mile away just by the look in her eye + there are usually bodily cues. I am not using the word slut as a shaming mechanism btw. It actually turns me on if she's not gross. So this girl is working out near me and we made eye contact at least 3 times. I know she was checking me out when I wasn't looking. Each time we made eye contact, I waited until she looked away. She looked with more intensity than most women do, and the third time she cracked a little smile. At one point I looked over and her back was to me. Wait a minute, I know that backside, the girl from before! No I didn't talk to her. I swear I actually die a little bit inside when I don't act on these opportunities. Been doing it for so long that I'm desensitized to the emotional jab. So she disappears and I don't see her until much later. Twice I thought she left. Fast forward again and I'm nearing the end of my workout. I spot this girl on the ground floor with a miraculous ass and legendary cleavage. It's her again lol. She probably showered and changed. She lingers for a long time. Probably spotted me. I figure she's waiting for a ride; probably from some dude she's fucking or who thinks he's gonna fuck her. Why did I tell this story? Because it spurred some major gear turning on the ride home.
Under heaven all can see beauty as beauty only because there is ugliness.
All can know good as good only because there is evil.
All can know good as good only because there is evil.
