Route

So, I was riding the bus (lol, what an interesting way to start a story – I burst out laughing when I wrote that), and there was this guy sitting across from me. Very thin, almost scrawny, with delicate bones, a long neck, graceful fingers, and so on. He had dyed his hair dark brown and sported a trendy side-swept fringe. He had a narrow face with a neat nose, great eyebrows, and ocean-blue eyes. And he was dressed in the style that Arandor likes, plus he was wearing glasses to improve his vision. While I was observing him and thinking about something, I felt a tightening in my shorts and then couldn't contain the creepy grin that spread across my face (lel). Among the brief and amusing fantasies, there was, for example, this one: I would f*** him, and then we would sit down and play computer games or role-playing games on a forum. I'm still laughing about all of this, but it's important to note that this little episode somewhat lifted my previously terrible mood. Ironically, seeing beautiful women only makes it worse. Lol.