lascivious thoughts at 9 am

for a change i was early to work today. i got up at the ungodly hour of 7:30 and was well on my way to work by 8:30. i got on an FX towards Fairview, and was sort of pissed that the old guy in the middle row wouldn't move when i got on. but the irritation was soon bumped off by a realization that the other guy at the end of the row was kinda cute.

he was kinda half-asleep, half-awake. he had a very nice aquiline nose, very angular features, fair-skinned, a white shirt that clung to his nipples pressed up like a pair of delectable raisins. he wore loose jeans that were sort of bulging in the region where bulges that mattered made an impression and it had me smiling all the way to my stop.

tangina. he was so cute. i'd love to cover him up in caramel and lap it up like a thirsty pup. it's the kind of sugar high that would go well with him. i thought about how sweet he must smell, how much soap went into scrubbing his body this morning, and was instantly jealous of the water that must have run down his entire body to wash off the dirt off his skin.

i wanted my dirt all over him.

as soon as i got off, all i could think of was all the things i would do to get him off.

and i had to turn away as the FX sped away because i just couldn't help but giggle.

i'm one fucking horny bastard.