Kinky thoughts, anyone? Envisage a certain sexy someone of yours clad in nothing but warm fuzzy socks and Christmas cap this season. Alright, stop that naughty imagination of yours, and mine, of course.
It is amazing how the mind runs amok thereafter. Without even a visual stimulus, you would have formed a picture in your mind. Well, if you’re a prude, you would probably have still formed that picture, but rejected it with much more than a vestige of shock.
Then, when asked to stop those thoughts, you can’t help but think about them. This comes under the study of thought suppression.
I want you not to think about a naked guy or girl in fuzzy socks and Christmas cap. Your likely response would be, “Okay, I must forget the naked… in fuzzy…”. Then in response to your own response you’d think: “Shit, I just thought about the naked… in fuzzy…”
How pardoxical. We can go on about it forever but I’d rather not.
Anyway, this has been a wonderful excuse to think about my certain someone in warm fuzzy socks for the Christmas season. So hot! I might go into this(not my certain someone!) more deeply on another day.
Just a little wisdom for you, it is what is on the inside that counts. Indeed! It is what is inside the fuzzy socks. Mmm. Yum.
Alright, alright, watch this space as I’ll be unveiling my sarong socks soon. Merry Christmas! 30 Days more!