Whenever I see another man in public, I often wonder exactly what he's visualizing. Although I may never know exactly what's flowing through his syntaxes, I am rest assured that he's imagining having sex. If he's straight, he's imaging sex with the most recent pretty girl he saw. If he's a faggot, he's imagining his asshole getting plowed by another man. Whenever I see a foid, especially a hot foid, I can only think about how she's imagining being bent over and RAILED by Chad. She's imagining slobbing all over Chad's dick. She's thirsting over the most recent square-jawed jock that passed by her peripheral.
And this is why I am so jealous of Chads. They can visualize what they're going to do and have already done. When they imagine fucking Stacy, they can make that a reality. When an Incel fantasizes, he know's its a fantasy. It only drills him deeper into depression and angst because he's aching over a desire that will never be satisifed.
And this is why I am so jealous of Chads. They can visualize what they're going to do and have already done. When they imagine fucking Stacy, they can make that a reality. When an Incel fantasizes, he know's its a fantasy. It only drills him deeper into depression and angst because he's aching over a desire that will never be satisifed.
