Dear Diary...
Going to see a therapist isn't one of the things I could ever see myself doing a few years ago and yet here I am sitting in the waiting room waiting for my third appointed time to speak with Dr Karen on a few of my overwhelming addictions. My addictions have gotten so bad recently that I have almost acted upon them with total strangers, and not totally consenting strangers either mind you. I figure stop it now before it creates a part of my life that I will no longer be able to control at all and will possibly end in legal problems for me as well. Because people usually don't react well to interactions with strangers that are weird or crazy to them against their will or without their explicit permission. I've almost gotten pepper sprayed and or tased a few times just "looking" at a woman the wrong way to her it seemed.
But as I sat in the waiting room my mind began to wander a bit to the very things that I was here for in the first place. I can no longer deny my intense attraction to ladies in pantyhose. The fabric on the ladies legs as it sometimes glistens in the sun that sneaks in the office windows at work. The shoes that get kicked off when their feet are hurting a bit much on any given day. The desire I have to drop to my knees and grab those feet without a word uttered, massaging them. Massaging them and rubbing her calves all the way up to her thighs if permitted and rightfully smacked if not.