Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Make It Stop (I Hate U Edition)

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I'm going to blame this on unchecked raging hormones and not any real desire. That has to be it, right?

The thing is, I've been fantasizing lately. At first, it was about seducing...this person. Someone I don't really know, but I've seen many, many times before. Dressed. Walking around. Half naked. Half naked and aroused. Not a porn star (because I'm rarely attracted to them - go figure), but just a person. Someone I don't think is aware of their own sex appeal. Anyway, this person would not be appropriate for me by any stretch of the imagination. But lately...I've been thinking about seducing this person. Or being seduced by them.

I don't know, the scenario keeps changing the more I think about it. I imagine running my hands through their hair and over their skin slowly, teaching them the proper way to kiss me, or any woman who likes to be kissed for that matter, and closing my eyes and letting them explore things they've never gotten to do before to a woman. (I am assuming the inexperienced with a woman part.)

Sound hot? Yes? Well, I haven't been able to sit still for three days. I've had this fantasy in different forms (in elevators, outside of restaurants, in strange hotel room showers) going in and out of my head at the most insane times to the point where I'm ready to scream. To make it even worse, I came across a picture of this person half naked the other day and before I knew it, I was staring at it and licking my lips, not even aware of what was going on around me.

I'm so damn glad nobody caught me. How would I have explained looking at a picture of this inappropriate-for-me person and drooling like a lovesick teenager? It's just wrong. Make. It. Stop. Please, before I have to act on this shit in some unhealthy way. Like trying to hook up with them for real. Not that that's ever going to happen, but still. Stranger things have happened. You never know who's going to step off a plane one day, ring your doorbell and announce that they're there to fuck you.

*sigh* This isn't right.

In other random horny news, I was looking at something innocuous today, and I started wondering what it would be like to feel another woman's nipple in my mouth. And where I would touch her if she had really soft skin. And what would be my type if I had my choice of women. (Like I don't already know what I like.) You know, besides that kind that would forget everything and evaporate in the morning, leaving nothing but the flowery scent of shampoo on my pillow.

Then I started thinking of fucking someone else.

I really need to get out of the house more.

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