Running this morning it was hot and humid, sweat was coating my body and dripping down into my face. So many men bare chested, with those hard striated DukeofMontMorency legs out running. I can’t keep my eyes from sliding up those thighs and under the light flap of their running shorts. Their slick flush torsos have me imagining my tongue exploring the length of their flat abdomens… And when I hit their face and meet their eyes, I see them struggling with whether to just look nonchalant or let their response show. It always make me smile, then they smile as well despite themselves… And I think we both end up running a little faster.

Makes me think of another game we could play after the holidays. We pick a day, and all the women have to see how many strangers they can get visibly aroused prior to speaking to or touching them in any way.