Lustfully Speaking

Why is it so hard to control your urgings?

And why does that sound like this is about to be an episode of Degrassi High?

You would think that at my age I wouldn’t be prone to overactive sweat glands.

But I am, or I have experienced that as of late. It’s embarrassing to say the least.

Worst part of all this is that it’s a friend, a much younger friend who I’m lusting after.
No, that’s too strong a word… he gives me butterflies in my stomach? No, that’s too romance novel.

I think I have a dreaded boy crush …and I’ve officially turned this into an 80’s movie monologue.

We have those awkward silences; I think we’re sharing long suggestive looks. Or maybe I’m just the perv staring at him too long.

But for two solid weeks I haven’t been about to turn off the dreams or stop getting flustered when we accidently touch. For the record the dreams are sweet in nature, we’re just hanging out and somewhere in near the end there’s a little kiss exchange.

But I wake up every morning thinking “For real! For Real, G! Get a grip.”

Unfortunately it seems the only grip my mind wants to get is one on him.

So I started concocting ways to burn him out of my mind.
Watch porn. Masturbate more?

Only now when I touch myself I hear cheesy base laden songs playing in the background. He’s there wearing his socks and boxers asking me if I need him to put more toner in my copier.

I’m now convinced that was the wrong way to go.

So…I’m going to try something different, anything but acknowledging that this is actually happening would be good.

I’ll keep you posted.