Nick is away so I'm not having any sex. That does not mean that I'm without stimulation. It's no secret that I indulge in lustful thoughts about women.
I have not been with a woman in a long time. I know for certain that I love cock too much to ever have a "real" relationship with a woman. Brief experimental encounters are all I want and have to give and don't care for the complications I've have to deal with in the past.
Secondly, I haven't met a woman in a long time whose smell and taste and touch I can’t resist.
I’m a gym rat. I’ve always been. Maintaining a physically fit life is important to me.
So you see, I see naked women on a regular basis in locker rooms and steam rooms. I've seem them in and out of their panties. I see them put them on and take them off. I see wide assortments of breasts and butts and vagina, hairy ones, shaved ones, neatly trimmed ones—women of all shape,sizes, age and creed.
I admire them all. And I’m sure that I’m not the only one looking. We are curious about others. If it were socially acceptable to touch we'd touch.
I’ve been asked about my breasts, are they real? I’ve been asked about the small tattoo on my hip bone that hides a childhood scar. I've been asked about my ass. And I’ve seen other women stare at me as I have stared at them. Yes, I have seen women admire my curves as I have theirs.
I sat in the steam room today naked with five other women. Two had towels wrapped around them, the other three exposed with not a care in the world, the scene made me think of an orgy room without the sex, just a bunch of naked gals hanging out.
We were all quiet, appearing lost in our own private worlds yet so deliciously exposed.