These are the sort of thoughts that come into my head, when I am left alone to work a 9 hour day. 9 hours alone is a long time with idiotic thoughts.
Here's how it came to be...
The thing about going to the gym a lot is that it makes me really, really horny. I find myself sizing up every man I see. I got turned on today by a pair of beautiful blue eyes infront of me at the coffee shop.
I have always been a sexual person, but i've always been a mellow person as far as being terribly horny goes, so this is new territory for me.
With every nice looking man I see, I find myself being so male, in the stereotypical sense, that I can't help but picture him with his clothes off. I mean, I want to know what is under that shirt! Six pack or pot belly? Hair or no hair? Third nipple? Treasure trail? Does he have muscular shoulders and arms, or stringbean arms? God forbid...back hair?
I bite my lip and look at the floor when I am dealing one on one with these men, to try and avoid the embarassment of them looking in my eyes and knowing that I am hot for them...because they would.
Anyway, the more I thought of men without their clotes on today, the more I realized that they were never completely naked. Always in undies of some sort...boxers, briefs, boxer briefs, leopard print thong...okay that last one was a joke. Never full-frontal.
Why, I wondered does naked mean with underwear? After much thought, the conclusion I reached is that penises kill my proverbial hardon. Not because I don't enjoy them...all straight women are fans of penises. They are great..just really physically revolting.
I mean really, a man standing completely naked with his weiner just hanging out is so...ugh...icky and just unattractive. But a man standing shirtless in a nice pair of jeans, is usually pretty hot.
Moral of the story, boys? Keep it in your pants as long as possible, if you want to keep us interested. haha