Note: sorry I keep writing the same post over and over. It’s called an addiction.
Sex is a dumb part of life that I'm sick of. Having it, thinking about it, planning for it, how to get it, how I would do it, how long it would last, with who, when— I'm just sick and tired of it all.
I’m sick of looking out the window and getting horny. Sick of seeing a girl at a stoplight and thinking: later I’ll fuck my girlfriend in her honor. Sick of taking incredibly vivid mental snapshots for later.
I’m sick of walking outside and being face to face with perfectly fuckable girls and not being able to do anything about it.
Today I went to some river to play volleyball with some people I vaguely know. There was this girl there, there always is, or there would be no hang out. She was 6 feet tall with a near-perfect body. And she was flaunting it. She was drunk, or in a good mood or something because she was constantly in motion and so I was constantly yearning to have a desperate sweaty orgasm inside of her.
She was athletic — a volleyball player. She had nice firm at least C cup breasts strangled within a multicolored bikini which she wore along with nothing else all day long in the July 4th heat. Physically radiant. Always smiling. Always being loud, always the center of attention. I imagined the sound her skin would make if I did what my body told me to do and just acted natural. She and I were destined to be together, she has no idea.
My girlfriend was also there. My girlfriend is short and, while cute, spends several days at a time inside, and it shows. She was caught up learning how to throw a baseball.
I wish the pointless sexual thoughts would end. I wish I could be reflecting on something productive or meaningful right now but instead it’s the fourth of july and i’m sitting on the roof of my apartment wearing noise canceling headphones typing into my computer imagining how it would feel to fuck that clearly fertile tall fit girl to death. Knowing it would be the best I’ve ever had, which would make it the best she’s ever had, too. Hoping that maybe this would enable me to not be so insanely solely single-mindedly obsessed with asian girls any more, but knowing it won’t.
I second XTREMESCIENCE. But I see what you're getting at. I like my women veal-like (not fat or overweight, but soft) but am filled with a slight disgust when women reveal how athletically incompetent they are. Do they think this game we're playing is some sort of fucking joke? Is this part of the fabled "performative femininity"? Yesterday a girl with brilliant tits was at the field with her friends and I was playing catch. She asked if she could throw one. The whole time before that, I was watching her boobs jostle around in her sports bra playing soccer ("playing" might be an overstatement"). I was far enough away that it would be impossible to tell I was looking at them as my friend was in the same general direction. I threw it to her, she missed it, went and got it, and threw it like 2 feet short of my friend. I told her it was a good throw anyway because I am a RIZZ GOD!!!! And yet I'll probably never see her again. Fuuuuck... See, you don't really know this pain because you're not a real Incel like ME. So you should not call yourself an incel, it's stolen valor. Good post anyways
Change your title. Stolen valor.