I was captivated at the grocery store by a man with a fine fine ass. You know ladies, the kind you could bounce a quarter off if you wanted to. I was forcing myself down isles as to not seem like I was stalking him. I was getting turned on thinking illicit thoughts about his fine ass and how it would look out of the jeans he was wearing. I debated with myself internally on wanting to verbally tell him what a fine ass he has and the implications and or political correctness of such a comment to a man, a stranger, in the grocery store. I think my face is still red.

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