I have an odd sexual urge. Well, I have a series of odd sexual urges. Abduction. Prolonged confinement. Forced intoxication. Sleep deprivation. Wedgies. Predicament bondage. Debasement. But perhaps the oddest urge, the strangest of the strange, is the arousal I get from being totally and completely grossed out by a pretty girl.
To be clear, I don't get excited if I see, say, something gross along the side of the road. I only get excited if, for example, a girl pointed something out by the side of the road to try to gross me out. Because I'm insanely squeamish and easily horrified by...well, any number of things....having a girl deliberately take advantage of my prissy nature just hits a chord deep down in the weird masochistic wiring of my brain.
I'm posting about this because, well, I'm a weirdo, but I'm a weirdo who is never at a loss for words. I don't expect anybody to say "Wow, that's phenomenally sexy" but I do anticipate a few people saying "Ha ha that's the funniest, most fucked up thing I've heard in ages" from time to time. Many of my posts are going to involve a particular girl I recently met through the tried and true method of randomly bugging her online who is endlessly amused by my helpless attraction to being repulsed.
Rather than talk endlessly about how my brain works and how I feel when I'm being grossed out, I'm just going to come down to cases and start telling stories.
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