We then went to the market to get food. The IOI’s are energetic for me, nowadays. And, after hitting a pre-roll, were quiiite invasive.
I even told Kenya at one point that I felt like I was being molested by women’s eyes around us and right after that quite literally had to turn on my heel and stride about 15 steps away, refocus and calibrate, and just as I felt it was clear to come back, a certain woman was just leaving the check out and walking away from the area to the greater store.
Kenya confirmed it for me and told me that she had felt a little like that but now that I mentioned it, she person by person confirmed with her eyes what I was feeling inside.
Now. One might read this and think, “Oh. This chap is getting laid by woman after woman he encounters and he’s… Disturbed?”
If this or a similar thought occured to such a reader, I would have to posit:
It felt like being in the dark and groped and stimulated by unseen hands.
Except, you’re not in the dark. You can see everything around you and there’s no logical reason to feeling that way, until your eyes almost of their own accord lock with women whose eyes tell the tale of what’s going on.
Normally, I handle this all of the time without too much of an issue. Buuut…
Methinks t’was the pre-roll I did indulge in with Kenya in the Stater Bros parking lot.
Now that I’m home, completely clear energy.
But yeah, besides the energetic IOIs, the girl that sold us juice practically flirted with me in front of Kenya, which I admit astounded me. Latinas - it was a Mexican market, Staters didn’t pan out - were admiring me all over the store, not caring about her opinion. And more than what I saw, I felt all around me.
I could clearly feel the women that were more neutral to me and differentiate them from the women that ranged from passing attraction to thirst. A couple of them looked nigh on ravenous.
Oh, I remember that right before all of this started happening, I was standing in line with her. All of a sudden, I felt the strong imaginative pull and I was in a very passionate session with Kenya in bed, at home. The shit was poowerful.
I remember the mixture of that and the pre-roll made me relax soo much, and I turned to her, and I remember that the impression of myself that I got was that my smile was mischievous but my eyes were soft and warm.
I put my hands on the side of her face, interrupted her mid-monologue about whatever and told her in a low voice that I’m pretty sure the women around us heard or felt anyway cuz one smiled knowingly - surrounded, btw, W anted mani ftw - what I had just felt and her eyes lit up and she blushed fiercely.
I then had the impression that Primal Nights had activated in me. THAT is exactly when all of these things began to flow one after another, into each other, and so on.
Fun.
