Confessions: What Are Yours?

[littlebabyclit]

ICT I am really enjoying haveing to apply for new jobs. I was so afraid when I was not offered my contract for next year but I am finding it really liberating to go ahead and apply for new things I want to try

That's really great, to have an excited and enthused attitude when going through the process of applying for a new job. I admire that. It's a process I don't particularly like.

 

[insert____here]

ict today, i don't want to go to work. i want to either sit somewhere peaceful and alone, or curl up on my couch in my pj's.

ict what i really need is a warm, male presence. just to lean on, feel another person's energy, in silence, without the need to be "on". but since that isn't a viable option, i'll settle for my first wish.

 

[Kazoora]

ICT I shaved down below this morning for only the second time. So smooth. Wish I could take some pics - or, better yet, show someone RT.

 

[Kazoora]

ICT I want to take the young woman running the coffee shop here into the backroom -- maybe with some whipped cream!

 

[Tastytooter]

Tastytooter vs. Petite Pink Pants Princess aka Hitting Rock Bottom In Public

I am a horrible person, and among the traits that make me horrible is a ridiculous inconsistency (particularly ridiculous when considered alongside my compulsive tendencies; self-defeating contradiction, thy name is Tastytooter.) Because of this inconsistency (also laziness) I almost never go to the gym at the same time, and so I experience perhaps a wider swath of the gym-going public than I might if I kept a regular schedule like a real person. And with that ever-shifting array comes a variety of gym crushes. This is problematic, because the gym crush is the worst kind of crush. It's actually a sort of temporary erotic obsession, really, not even a legitimate crush (though feel free to disagree and notify me that this is by no means universal). It's passive, shallow, and unrealistic, but it exists. Just not for very long, because eventually one of you will disappear from the other's orbit, and you never see that person again. Nevertheless, this is dedicated to Thin Redhead In Green Sports Bra, Short Muscular Girl In Black Pants, The Hot Maybe-Widow, and Less-Thin Redhead In Blue Sports Bra: you are the squats to my jerks.

My most recent (and probably last) gym crush is Petite Pink Pants Princess. She has an amazing body, does a variety of exercises, wears really tight workout clothes, and has a severe look (small glasses, pony tail pulled back all taut, sort of scrunched face, sort of the mean librarian look) that that appeals to the bdsm enthusiast in me. I've seen her a few times lately because I've been managing to hit the "late afternoon" time slot semi-regularly due to...who knows. The other day she happened to be using a machine next to the one I planned to use. As I approached I thought, "imagine if I were the kind of asshole who takes the machine next to the pretty girl and leers at her, what a creep I would be." Immediately afterward I plopped down on the device and tried to subtly check her out - what is wrong with me? The only thing worse than a creep is a self-aware creep, a creep who knows better but continues about his creepiness because of some horrible instinctual drive toward emotional self-immolation. I had become a sweaty, terrible, cowardly peeping tom type, who cowardly and feebly eroticizes anyone in a certain radius who even slightly conforms to a well-worn, boring fantasy outline. All of this is going on in my head while Im still trying to pull the handle thing and lift the weight and make muscle.

So, I guess that's my confession. Probably time to make some changes.
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[Kazoora]

ICT I just smelled her as she passed by me. Mmmmmm

 

[dark moon]

ICT that I find 99 percent of this site a complete waste of time.

 

[funluvinaj]

I am a horrible person, and among the traits that make me horrible is a ridiculous inconsistency (particularly ridiculous when considered alongside my compulsive tendencies; self-defeating contradiction, thy name is Tastytooter.) Because of this inconsistency (also laziness) I almost never go to the gym at the same time, and so I experience perhaps a wider swath of the gym-going public than I might if I kept a regular schedule like a real person. And with that ever-shifting array comes a variety of gym crushes. This is problematic, because the gym crush is the worst kind of crush. It's actually a sort of temporary erotic obsession, really, not even a legitimate crush (though feel free to disagree and notify me that this is by no means universal). It's passive, shallow, and unrealistic, but it exists. Just not for very long, because eventually one of you will disappear from the other's orbit, and you never see that person again. Nevertheless, this is dedicated to Thin Redhead In Green Sports Bra, Short Muscular Girl In Black Pants, The Hot Maybe-Widow, and Less-Thin Redhead In Blue Sports Bra: you are the squats to my jerks.

My most recent (and probably last) gym crush is Petite Pink Pants Princess. She has an amazing body, does a variety of exercises, wears really tight workout clothes, and has a severe look (small glasses, pony tail pulled back all taut, sort of scrunched face, sort of the mean librarian look) that that appeals to the bdsm enthusiast in me. I've seen her a few times lately because I've been managing to hit the "late afternoon" time slot semi-regularly due to...who knows. The other day she happened to be using a machine next to the one I planned to use. As I approached I thought, "imagine if I were the kind of asshole who takes the machine next to the pretty girl and leers at her, what a creep I would be." Immediately afterward I plopped down on the device and tried to subtly check her out - what is wrong with me? The only thing worse than a creep is a self-aware creep, a creep who knows better but continues about his creepiness because of some horrible instinctual drive toward emotional self-immolation. I had become a sweaty, terrible, cowardly peeping tom type, who cowardly and feebly eroticizes anyone in a certain radius who even slightly conforms to a well-worn, boring fantasy outline. All of this is going on in my head while Im still trying to pull the handle thing and lift the weight and make muscle.

So, I guess that's my confession. Probably time to make some changes.
=tt

ICT your posts are always original and entertaining!

 

[eatinpussy]

I confess that I think that there are so many sexy women on lit, I would love to buy a plane ticket and make some house calls.......

 

[Loradai]

I confess that I think that there are so many sexy women on lit, I would love to buy a plane ticket and make some house calls.......

That sounds like one hell of a wonderful road trip. Time to wish you were independently wealthy

 

[eatinpussy]

That sounds like one hell of a wonderful road trip. Time to wish you were independently wealthy

I know, I could spend 24 hours with each woman I find absolutely amazing...

 

[kaycee217]

ICT that I find 99 percent of this site a complete waste of time.

Hahahaha

 

[littlebabyclit]

ICT I love Tastytooter's post and that I had one of those kind of crushes when I used to go to the gym myself. It was one of my almost non-existant in number girl crushes. She was a buxom, blondish hottie with a face and lips like Kim Basinger. And she disappeared on me one day after a few scant weeks of seeing her there and Curves was never the same...

 

[Loradai]

ICT I am going to bed one happy girl, I had some of the most wonderful, titillating and fun conversations with some very special Lit members today. I am so glad to be going to bed with a smile on my face

 

[BradBigBrain]

ICT that that was a hot chat tonight.

 

[randy123]

ICT I'm watching porn on a Friday morning and it's great.

 

[Loradai]

ICT I am up this early after being in the ER with hubbie last night, THank goodness the week is almost over it has been a busy one.

 

[erika39]

.....

 

[Tastytooter]

ICT I love Tastytooter's post and that I had one of those kind of crushes when I used to go to the gym myself. It was one of my almost non-existant in number girl crushes. She was a buxom, blondish hottie with a face and lips like Kim Basinger. And she disappeared on me one day after a few scant weeks of seeing her there and Curves was never the same...

1. Using buxom in a sentence is like the textual equivalent of defeating Super Macho Man in Mike Tyson's Punch Out - even if you can't take it to the next level and beat Tyson, everyone is still going to know you're awesome

2. Your gym was called Curves? That's so intimidating, isn't it? I could never go to a gym called "Muscle City" or "Ripped McStrengthington's House of Physicality". It would set me up for immediate failure. I understand the idea from a marketing perspective ("people will think of us as a place to acquire some awesome curves") but my mind would warp that to a pre-requisite: "don't even think about stepping through the door if you aren't all curvy and hot." If I started a gym I would call it "Lowered Expectations" or "The Long, Slow Crawl Towards Self-Acceptance" and at least it would be honest. Grunting would not be allowed in the free-weights section, and the only music would be opera.

 

[littlebabyclit]

2. Your gym was called Curves? That's so intimidating, isn't it? I could never go to a gym called "Muscle City" or "Ripped McStrengthington's House of Physicality". It would set me up for immediate failure. I understand the idea from a marketing perspective ("people will think of us as a place to acquire some awesome curves") but my mind would warp that to a pre-requisite: "don't even think about stepping through the door if you aren't all curvy and hot." If I started a gym I would call it "Lowered Expectations" or "The Long, Slow Crawl Towards Self-Acceptance" and at least it would be honest. Grunting would not be allowed in the free-weights section, and the only music would be opera.

You are too fucking funny. ICT I had my own curves before I got to Curves, so I was in no way intimidated !

They might want to call the place Rolls and Folds, though- it might be more accurate.

 

[ima6uldv8]

ICT there are wonderful people here. Thank you all for your concern. I am doing good.

Very glad to hear that! Thanks for checking in with us.

 

[ima6uldv8]

I am a horrible person, and among the traits that make me horrible is a ridiculous inconsistency (particularly ridiculous when considered alongside my compulsive tendencies; self-defeating contradiction, thy name is Tastytooter.) Because of this inconsistency (also laziness) I almost never go to the gym at the same time, and so I experience perhaps a wider swath of the gym-going public than I might if I kept a regular schedule like a real person. And with that ever-shifting array comes a variety of gym crushes. This is problematic, because the gym crush is the worst kind of crush. It's actually a sort of temporary erotic obsession, really, not even a legitimate crush (though feel free to disagree and notify me that this is by no means universal). It's passive, shallow, and unrealistic, but it exists. Just not for very long, because eventually one of you will disappear from the other's orbit, and you never see that person again. Nevertheless, this is dedicated to Thin Redhead In Green Sports Bra, Short Muscular Girl In Black Pants, The Hot Maybe-Widow, and Less-Thin Redhead In Blue Sports Bra: you are the squats to my jerks.

My most recent (and probably last) gym crush is Petite Pink Pants Princess. She has an amazing body, does a variety of exercises, wears really tight workout clothes, and has a severe look (small glasses, pony tail pulled back all taut, sort of scrunched face, sort of the mean librarian look) that that appeals to the bdsm enthusiast in me. I've seen her a few times lately because I've been managing to hit the "late afternoon" time slot semi-regularly due to...who knows. The other day she happened to be using a machine next to the one I planned to use. As I approached I thought, "imagine if I were the kind of asshole who takes the machine next to the pretty girl and leers at her, what a creep I would be." Immediately afterward I plopped down on the device and tried to subtly check her out - what is wrong with me? The only thing worse than a creep is a self-aware creep, a creep who knows better but continues about his creepiness because of some horrible instinctual drive toward emotional self-immolation. I had become a sweaty, terrible, cowardly peeping tom type, who cowardly and feebly eroticizes anyone in a certain radius who even slightly conforms to a well-worn, boring fantasy outline. All of this is going on in my head while Im still trying to pull the handle thing and lift the weight and make muscle.

So, I guess that's my confession. Probably time to make some changes.
=tt

I've been a fan of you and your writing ever since you made that fantastic entrance in my pic thread. You are by no means a creep. I love the nickname you've given your latest crush. Why not just say hi? You might be pleasantly surprised. If not, at least you know you gave it a shot.
ICT I'm sorry you never contact me so I must enjoy your brief appearances in my threads.

 

[ima6uldv8]

ICT I wish I could be here more on my work days but work and sleep is about all I have time to do. This place is like home to me and you are my guests

 

[jennisecolin]

I confess I have a crush on the stay at home Mom that lives across the street.

 

[ima6uldv8]

I confess I have a crush on the stay at home Mom that lives across the street.

Welcome to the thread. Does she know? Are you going to let her know?