It's the simple things, isn't it? I have been trying to explain this to my best friend lately (female best friend). It's not about being a perv, it's...I am not sure.
My life has been even more incredibly stressful than usual lately, and it's the simplest things that give me a 1/2-second of pause and helps me get through the next chunk of every day.
Sometimes it's a flash of panties, sometimes it's a generous accidental downblouse, sometimes it's a woman talking with her hands and bumping into me. A few days ago it was a mom of one of my kid's friends who came by and had a summer dress on braless with her enormous plump nipples pushing through. That's all it took to get me through the rest of my day that day. When things got really sucky, I just closed my eyes for ten seconds and imagined those nipples, and I was able to get beyond the next few hours. And so on.
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