It's All About the Pecs

It's interesting how the brain works.

There is this guy at the gym (isn't there always?). Anyway, I've noticed him on and off over the past several months. What impresses me about him is that he has perfect proportions on his upper body. His pectorals are huge and his lats taper down to a small waist. Obviously what drew my eye to him in the first place were his pecs.

So Friday I finished my workout and proceeded to the showers. It turns out that this guy was leaving the showers at the same time I was. Oi!

He always wears sweatpants so I never knew what his lower body was like; until now. He was standing outside his shower drying off (we get separate shower stalls at my gym). As I passed, I got a great close-up view of him in all his splendor; an amazingly developed upper body with a broad muscular back and lats that taper down to a small waist... continuing into a perfectly formed bubble butt all overlaid with silky black skin. Did I say "Oi!" already!

So, that was yesterday morning. This morning I had a pretty realistic dream with Mr. Bubble Butt playing the star role. In the dream he was giving me a hard time about my checking him out at the gym. Unfortunately for me (but fortunately for you all) I did not "get any" in the dream.

Have I mentioned that my libido is on fire these days? Must, find, boyfriend.

It's funny that my brain chose to chastise me for checking him out when he was in the buff (nude); you'd think I was some prudish Puritan or something.