If only you could see how vain I am, blushing in front of the mirror every morning, admiring what I'm doing to myself, relishing the feeling of rolls bumping and arms wobbling and this delicious flop of fat dangling. It's like... I know I had a great body when I was fit, and it's not like I didn't like it. I liked it very much. I was proud of my body and worked hard on it. I was vain then too. And that's exactly what made the fireworks explode in my brain that much harder at the thought of wrecking it.
And then the reality... I look embarrassing, and I love that. Well not love... if I truly loved it then it wouldn't be embarrassing and it wouldn't feel as good as it does. All I know is this feeling is delicious, this look on me is salacious, I feel so provocative in my body and I'm blushing and horny all the time. I'm just wired to go absolutely crazy about this stuff. It's so hard to explain. But I think you guys get it ;) Right?
Theo Lord
2024-03-18 00:32:30 +0000 UTC