Last weekend, I was hanging out at the mall with my friend and we were in a clothing store. While she was busy selecting a birthday gift for her brother, I wandered on to another section of the outlet and found myself inspecting some very sleek-looking men’s formal dress shirts.
As I ran my fingers along the fabric and examined the cutting of various shirts hanging off the rack, I got turned on. Yes, I felt mentally and sexually aroused just by checking out men’s formal shirts. I felt the tool in my pants stirred half-way to life.
I'm not sure if antidepressant medications are still the reason behind my heavily dampened and recently affected sex drive, but for a while now, I haven’t been feeling very connected and in sync with my libido. Hence, you can imagine how confused I was at the sudden unexpected reaction in my pants.
“Okay, that’s weird. I’m getting turned on just by checking out men's formal wear. Am I missing something here?"
Not that I've never been aware about my inexplicable fetish for guys in formal attires and uniforms, along with that romantic fantasy about sharing a master bedroom walk-in closet filled with shirts belonging to me and my boyfriend. But this? A half-boner in a clothing store while checking out shirts? This is new.
As I delve further into what could be the larger picture or desires behind that reaction, I sort of came to the deduction that either I need to get myself laid again, or that deep down, I’m actually yearning to be lovingly attached with someone. A guy I’m fond of.
As I ran my fingers along the fabric and examined the cutting of various shirts hanging off the rack, I got turned on. Yes, I felt mentally and sexually aroused just by checking out men’s formal shirts. I felt the tool in my pants stirred half-way to life.
I'm not sure if antidepressant medications are still the reason behind my heavily dampened and recently affected sex drive, but for a while now, I haven’t been feeling very connected and in sync with my libido. Hence, you can imagine how confused I was at the sudden unexpected reaction in my pants.
“Okay, that’s weird. I’m getting turned on just by checking out men's formal wear. Am I missing something here?"
Not that I've never been aware about my inexplicable fetish for guys in formal attires and uniforms, along with that romantic fantasy about sharing a master bedroom walk-in closet filled with shirts belonging to me and my boyfriend. But this? A half-boner in a clothing store while checking out shirts? This is new.
As I delve further into what could be the larger picture or desires behind that reaction, I sort of came to the deduction that either I need to get myself laid again, or that deep down, I’m actually yearning to be lovingly attached with someone. A guy I’m fond of.
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