So there I am in a movie theatre, sat next to this woman. We're chatting, but I can't remember what about. But I must've been coming on too strong/offensive because two of her friends walk over. They say some things to her that I can't remember. I look at the two friends.
From this, one of the friends asks me "Do you wanna touch my breasts?" So I fondle her breasts over her shirt. The other friend moves in close and also offers her breasts for fondling. And they were all like "Woo this is so exciting look at his face he's so excited" but in actual fact I was like "Eh. I mean these are decent breasts. On paper these are perfectly fine breasts. But I wouldn't drive more than a couple miles for this." After groping the two friends, they leave. The first woman then straddles me. We grind on each other while she kisses me and licks my face.
I still remember my first ever sex dream and it blew my mind. This one? I barely even wanted to be there. It's one thing to lose attraction to real women. But women in my actual fantasies are now no longer enough for me.
Why do I post this in Inceldom Discussion? Because this is one of those tenets of the scariest pill of all: The Agepill. The fear that one day it'll be entirely too late to ascend. Because I won't want to. And I say it's always worse to be devoid of feeling than to simply want something but not have it yet.
From this, one of the friends asks me "Do you wanna touch my breasts?" So I fondle her breasts over her shirt. The other friend moves in close and also offers her breasts for fondling. And they were all like "Woo this is so exciting look at his face he's so excited" but in actual fact I was like "Eh. I mean these are decent breasts. On paper these are perfectly fine breasts. But I wouldn't drive more than a couple miles for this." After groping the two friends, they leave. The first woman then straddles me. We grind on each other while she kisses me and licks my face.
I still remember my first ever sex dream and it blew my mind. This one? I barely even wanted to be there. It's one thing to lose attraction to real women. But women in my actual fantasies are now no longer enough for me.
Why do I post this in Inceldom Discussion? Because this is one of those tenets of the scariest pill of all: The Agepill. The fear that one day it'll be entirely too late to ascend. Because I won't want to. And I say it's always worse to be devoid of feeling than to simply want something but not have it yet.
