I was at the gym this morning and there was this absolutely stunning chick in skin tight booty shorts just standing there leaning against the counter with her ass stuck out in the most inviting way I swear I almost groped her out of an old habit when my ex used to do that exact same pose I genuinely had to clench my hand in order to stop myself from it. Jfc

@VooDooMedic Dude, just redirect your thought patterns. I used to do photoshoots for OF featuring women with absolute killer bodies. I never groped them even though I had more opportunities than ever (like whenever I was fixing their buttons/zippers in-between shots). The secret was, I was concentrated on my work. In order to make the sexiest photos ever you have to absolutely clear your mind of sex, and that's what I did. Redirect your thoughts.

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@YuriyG it's not that, it's a combination of the position the inviting nature of her posture, just made me invasive thought realistically speaking I wouldn't have grabbed her or anything I can control my urges I was just tired and exhausted and I had the thought flash through my mind like I had already done it which is why I clenched my hand when I realised it was my imagination

@VooDooMedic Then just laugh it off. Now I'm used to that kind of shit so much, that I don't even register boobs or butts unless I specifically want to. So maybie it's tough to relate... but still - there's nothing wrong in carpe diem and just enjoying the view if you're never gonna do more than that... just the need of fist clenching suggests that you were caught off-guard and redirected your actions rather than thoughts. THAT's the suckiest part. I learned to avoid it a long time ago.

@YuriyG I was tired and half asleep at the time on my feet so reality was blurring at the edges somewhat

@VooDooMedic Oh dude... I feel that...

Well, what happened happened. And now you have a sweet story to tell. I freaking imagine a "GoldenBoy" anime scene where the dude has the most intense inner monologue ever over the butt, like it's a 'Naruto' stand-off...

Hell, you can write a song about it.

And always remember:

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