Being Randy

There is something about being alone in a cold office room that makes me so damn randy. The sheer absence of anyone to take my attention makes my brain go about the usual stuff it likes to dwell on. Since my mind loves to dwell on the images of hot, sweaty asian men, it does so when I'm alone in a cold office room. This commonly disturbing thought process for normal people is very much common for me. These thoughts however get tiresome at times, especially when I have no one to accept the raging passion in me.

As of late, this kind of mind set has been occuring quite regularly. I really do not have anyone to do funky with so I end up, very badly, a horny mess. It has reached levels so bad, I have nearly taken my male office partner on the spot, in the hopes that he'd like it too and do it with me. Of course, in order to avoid embarassing moments in the future and law suites against me, I don't actually in a physical sense, try to take him. I merely take a naughty glance at him when he's not looking and start asking myself 'should i do it?'. After remembering he's not all that cute* and he might not do it with me anyway, my urges just get locked again. This however, makes every other future instance of randiness, a much more painful experience to stop since it has been bottled up for quite a number of years.

My randiness, therefore, never actually leaves me or is never actually quenched. It goes on, quite restlessly, in cycles. It gets activated through various triggers and eventually gets bottled up again when there is no feasible way of satisfying it, which is quite sadly, the case most of the time. Triggers range from seeing or being with cute* boys to being alone, doing nothing, in a cold office room. I encounter these triggers quite regularly, usually in succession. It is therefore quit easy to imply that I am randy all the time. This of course, is very true.

The type of randiness I feel when I'm with my bestfriend, who is also a guy, is quite a peculiar one. It is not so much a throbbing and swelling of my loins but more of a generel sensation of warmth and pleasure throughout my body. Not a part of me hardens, it just gets all warm and tingly. I suppose it behaves like this because its not just the case that I lust for him, its the case that not only do I lust for him, I love him quite a lot too. The things I do to him to please myself would never count as harassment since he not only allows me to do them, he loves me back too, not as a lover, but as his bestfriend.

The type of randiness I feel for every other cute* man is the same. When I get all charged up about them, I, in my mind, and hopefully one day in reality, want to screw them good.

There are of course alternate methods in satisying these feelings without actually doing it or having to bottle them up. I don't need to really state what these are since I hope that you already get my point.

This point is commonly done by guys my age, and I think, my kind, does it more often. There are some straight males and people of my kind who fear God's wrath, hell, and the general feeling of ickiness so these types might not do it as often as us or maybe not do it all. There are even those, some who I know, God Bless them, that have no urges at all. I point quite alot. If I could find a guy to be monogamous with, pointing would not be needed.

Forgive me, please do, if parts of your brain that handles morality bursted after reading this post.

*It is quite important to note that my concept of a man's cuteness is very unique since cute guys for me look normal or even look unaccceptable for most people I know.