getting hot at the gym

tonight i found myself on my usual corner machine at the 24 hr fitness. i guess it is true that exercise creates a sense of arousal due to the rush of endorphins you get from the increase of oxygen. yep, the adrenaline was definitely rushing as i jogged.

to pass the time, i stare at the guys working out. there is a definite strategy to placing myself right next to the basketball court. all the yummy guys are in there all rugged and sweaty-like. nice! it just fuels my imagination and creativity, with an added dash of my sexual obsession i can come up with all kinds of dirty ideas.

word to the gents of the escondido club...better look your best when you go to play hoops because you never know which chick is checking you out. not that i would strike up conversation with you, i will just stare in a stalker-ish fashion and imagine what your dick looks like and how you'd be like in bed.

i amuse myself with thoughts of which gym equipment would be the best to bang on. how about that revolving stair stepper? ya know the one that looks like you are walking backwards up an escalator. i have done it on regular stairs and that was fantastic. so i assume that would be a close experience. what about straddling someone on the recumbant bike? that could be good because the guy can still face the tv and watch espn while getting off. i'm sure he'd appreciate that. the treadmill is too obvious of a choice, it's just a raised flat surface. nah, skip it. i think that ab machine would keep the lady at just the right height to blow a guy if he's standing in front of her. hmm...note to self: get on that machine to fact check. another obvious piece of equipment to "work out" would be on one of those slanted weight benches for the perfect doggy-style angle. just bend right over one of those and you are on your way to heart-raising cardio.

and you wonder why i go to the gym so much?!

i feel so dirty

i arrive home today from work to find my one pair of panties casually tossed on top of my laptop. where have these been? i have been looking for months! considering my preference for sans panty dressing, it's not like i can miss the ONE pair i have.

for those interested it's a pink leopard print thong from victoria's secret. the reason i have saved just one pair is that occasionally the skirt i'm wearing is too short for me to be that scandalous during the day. anyway...

they were found by houseboy when he was cleaning out the water heater shed (that is creepily right outside my bedroom window). he did not find them just out in the open, oh no! he found them behind the recently-fired gardener's water bottle and the bug killer. meaning, these were obviously left there by the gardener sometime during the last few months that i have been staying here. who knows WHAT he was doing to my poor pink panties.

when i put the pieces together i screamed out loud for at least a minute, in between my dry heaving & repeating "no fucking way" over and over. WTF?! i feel so molested.

my questions are these: when/how did he take my panties? what was he doing with them? ok, nevermind...i'm just going to pretend it's all a bad BAD dream.

and for you pervs out there- the panties were CLEAN!!!