Went to the gym after my shift today because, you know, self-care or whatever. But halfway through my workout, I realized I was staring at this guy's back while he did deadlifts. The way his muscles strained, the sweat... my brain just replaced him with a certain idol. I pictured him pressing me against the cold mirror wall, one hand pinning my wrists above my head, the other hiking up my leggings. He'd use his thumb to tease my clit through the fabric until I was begging, then finally rip the seam to bury his fingers deep inside me. I had to leave. Now I'm in my car, thighs still shaking, wondering if I'll ever be able to look at a squat rack the same way again. Being this turned on by a stranger just because he reminded me of my bias is... a lot. #GymFail #OveractiveImagination #FangirlProblems (Mood: flustered and frustrated)