Probably not someone you know, right? To be safe.

Why worry about someone you know? I mean, things could go south so fast. No, no, you should try to pick someone up. An escort would be easy. You could go to a bar. Or a club.

Ugh. There are so many weird ways for this to go. You need to clear your head before you do anything, get some time to process.

Jogging in the park next to your apartment complex helps a little, taking your mind off how strange this day is. It feels almost silly to think about it as your leg muscles tingle, reminding you that you should probably do this more often. You’ve been a lot less in-shape, but it’s been a while since you had a proper run. Why did you stop? You used to like it a lot, feel exhilarated and vital afterw-

Oh. Right. It hits you when a woman comes in off a path, cutting just a slight bit in front of you. The tight athletic pants hug her curves, showing off her well-muscled calves and thighs, but especially her firm, sculpted butt. Her dark brown hair bounces in its tight ponytail, all business and purely to keep it out of her face, especially with how she’s sweating, those beads of moisture rolling over her delicious, brown skin …

Horny. Running always makes you so fucking horny. That’s why you stopped.

However, as you let the fantastic ass bouncing in front of you hypnotize you so deeply you barely feel your legs moving at all, that’s not a problem anymore, right? I mean, you’re horny as hell, but you can DO something about it now! And you feel, deep down, that it’s true. There’s so much you haven’t let yourself do to control your libido and tamp down anything dangerous or sexy in you. It’s all out in the open again.

You stop without thinking about it too hard, still blatantly checking out the woman in front of you. Her dark grey-and-purple workout gear exposes her shoulders and midriff, both toned and powerful like her legs, and it’s not hard to spot her nipples poking through the fabric, though you’re sure irritation is playing a factor even if arousal is at all. And her face, damn. Her features are soft, but cunning and intelligent, and her deep, brown eyes drill into your soul while that sardonic smirk-

Oh, fuck, she’s been looking right at you. Oh, God, how long has she been looking right at you? You must look like such a fucking creeper.