People Watching!

Recently got home from a week at Myrtle Beach. I hung out on the beach for at least several hours every day. Not for the tanning; I was under the umbrella. It was the surf, relaxation and people watching. I love people watching and on the beach they come in every shape and size. Literally. All those women were enough to put my Walter Mitty brain into complete over load. Everywhere I looked there seemed to be a bikini clad female body and in my mind each one was a dominant shemale looking for a guy to enjoy.

The lovely young lass above was set up on the beach just feet away from my position. All I could think about was what it would be like if she was sporting some wood and I could go over and straddle her for a little fun in the sun. And where she was one, there were another fifty, or maybe a hundred, I was too busy fantasizing to waste time counting. There were a bus load of women sitting in beach chairs, legs spread just enough for me to imagine giving them a sloppy blowjob as they enjoyed their book or magazine. Every cute female was fodder for my imagination. I was seeing this:

And dreaming this: (Bless whoever shopped this pic)

Then it dawned on me; with all of the beautiful women surrounding me I wasn’t thinking about regular old sex with any of them. Not one. There was a time when I would have at least been equal opportunity in the sex realm, but now it seems like I’m more in the world of give me girl cock or I’ll pass, thank you very much.

I was boogie boarding near a teenage girl and two boys horsing around in the surf. One of the boys kept picking the girl up and she would grumble at him and squirm a little. At one point I heard her say, “Don’t! If you keep it up you’re going….” and of course my brain supplied, “…make me hard!” From there I spent the next ten minutes putting together a whole scenario. (Sorry, but the beer washed it out of my head before I could write it down.)

I guess this post is more of a self-realization that I have OSD. Obsessive Shemale Disorder. I wonder if it’s terminal?