I have been using the local gym for the past six months, I am getting near fifty and a bit podgy. I thought it was time to do something about it. I would go there around 2am when I knew it was quiet. Petra had been there every time I was and over the months, we had gone from the greeting nod to 10 - 15 min chats. She was 20 something, 5'6" and absolutely gorgeous. I was amazed that she needed to use the gym she was perfect. She had thighs that could crush walnuts. After my work out and the usual chat I made my way to the showers only to find them out of order. I decided I'd shower when I got home so I packed up and headed for my car. Outside I saw Zara stood by her car scratching her head. Going over I saw that some little toe rag had stolen her wheels. She told me she had called the police and they said they would be there some time tomorrow. Being a gentleman, I offered to drop her home which she thanked me for as she accepted. On the drive to hers she became very touchy feely making little rubs of my arms and leg as we chatted. We finally got to her house and I was offered a coffee. I politely declined the offer as I wanted to get home and shower. She looked a bit put out and offered the use of hers whilst she made the coffee. I decided to accept and made my way inside with her. She showed me to the shower then left me to it slapping my arse on the way out. I thought it was strange but guessed she was just being friendly. There was no way she could fancy me I am old enough to be her father.
Lately, I keep hearing something from the left: love is love. I actually agree in their sentiment; I could care less about homosexuality, bisexuality or any of it. I want people to find happiness, and if a man finds happiness in a man, or a woman finds happiness in a woman, it's no skin off my nose. Yes, I'm fairly centrist when it comes to homosexuality. I could care less who people marry, as long as they are marrying the person who makes them happy.
Her stage name was Brandi. She was 5' tall with a slim hourglass figure, and a nice round ass covered only by a white G-String. Her tanned skin glistened under the lights, and her dark red hair hung down barely covering her nipples. She stepped off the stage, gathering the dollar bills that were tossed her way, and throwing them into her sparkle covered purple clutch. She didn’t bother counting them, she could do that after her shift. She was more concerned about getting a refill on her Vodka and Red Bull. As she made her way towards the bar, she felt a sudden slap, and her ass jiggled. She stopped in her tracks looking to see if the bouncer had seen what just happened, but he was oblivious. She rolled her eyes and put on a fake smile. When she turned around, she saw an attractive man, in a tight white shirt that showed off every inch of his perfectly toned body, and blue jeans that were baggy in all the right spots. She was surprisingly not mad at him but wanted him to touch her again. So, she took a seat next to him. She knew she could get him to touch her again. She had to.
I am an empath and people are interesting to me. I love to people watch and analyze their mannerisms. I’ve seen some pretty appalling things over the years and I’ve seen this behavior from good people. We are human, so we make mistakes.
Incel, involuntarily celibate. Volcel, voluntarily celibate. MGTOW, Men Going Their Own Way. For almost 30 years these terms have been floating around, primarily on the internet, where individuals who identify as such can more easily connect. They throw out terms like 'Chad' and 'Stacy', frequently claim "feminism is a cancer", and can be found bemoaning their lack of sex life as if intercourse was a magic wand that could solve all their problems. The term Incel was brought from the depths of 4chan forums and obscure secret Facebook groups on April 23rd, 2018, when a man in Toronto, Ontario drove a rented van through the North Yorke City Centre business district, killing 10 people and injuring 16 more.