I am bored. I am half willing to drop my pants and have sex. But I will not, all because I am in office. At times, I get this urge to just pick the first attractive stud I lay my eyes on and make out with him. But because I live in a society that advocates propriety of behaviour, I do not let myself get carried away by that thought.
What will it be like if I just let go of my inhibitions for one day and make out with several men? I’ll be exhausted for sure. I already feel exhausted as I think and write about it. Yes, the nakedness of all those men is tempting and I think I should be aroused. But I am not. My member is still asleep and doesn’t seem to show any signs of waking up right now.
So no, so much of sex – though fascinating – is not something that will captivate my senses forever.
Sigh! I am so so bored man! I could eat up the desktop and not bother I am ill-treating company property. Okay wait a second – why is it that I am this loose in my thoughts and seem to have no way of controlling them into anything fruitful?
Perhaps, it’s because I myself am free and bereft of any attachment. I am not married, nor am I dating anyone. So it’s easy to just wander around without bothering about the consequences.
Now this is a consequence I have to deal with ASAP. Or else, I will just sigh and shred into a thousand silvery strands of a silk sheet that once glittered and shined in the Sun.