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Having become complacent and having an ever-eroding discipline towards fast food (which was just so much more accessible than I had been used to coming over from Sweden), I had let myself go – and I knew it. Having been around 180 pounds for most of my adult life, I had quickly surpassed the 200s and it wasn’t until I reached around 250 pounds that I became sick of myself. It may not sound like a lot but bear in mind that it wasn’t muscle that I had amateur packed on. I never exercised, truth be told. Being about 5 feet 10 asian inches long, I had become a lesser version of my earlier self, appearance-wise. As time went by, and my sexual frustration heightened, a will, or rather a need, for change was sparked. I have been going to the gym for more than a year and keeping a stricter control over what I fuel my body with, and although I would never presume to call myself fit, I am at least no longer overweight. I am currently about 200 pounds, give or take a few, with a little bit of muscle mass, though far (far) away from a hunk with a six-pack (my abdomen still has its share of excess fat). What has remained is, however, a lack of self-confidence and being an introvert certainly hasn’t helped with engaging the Hardcore opposite sex. It having been such a long time since I was intimate with a woman, I now found myself nervous about the prospect – thinking that I might have trouble with sexual stamina, or even be desperate about `getting it up´, and thus failing to do so. My more and more elaborate thoughts about fit, young girls during times of self-pleasure may be troublesome in that regard as well – have I been turning myself of from age-appropriate females? I had certainly been considering japanese it teen as time and fantasies progressed, but nowadays I couldn’t help it anymore; younger was better in my mind. There I was, sitting with a hard-on, watching younglings playing and relaxing in the sand. I knew that in Sweden, the legal age (assuming it was consensual) for sex was fifteen. I my mind, I played with the idea of getting a girl in that age with me back to the cabin. It soon became too much, and I turned from my spot, keeping my sandy towel in front of my groin during the short walk back from the beach, for a quick session of self-relief. My excursion had been brief, and hence the match between Sweden and South Korea, with kick-off at 2 pm local time, was right about to start when I had finished myself off. The former played better than I think most had expected – at least judging by the so-called experts and commentators – and secured a win. I decided that it was a good time to leave the cabin and stock up on food and nourishment for the coming week, and maybe gauge if the winning had lifted the spirits of folk out and about. Returning from the nearest city, which is one among the more noteworthy on the west coast – those familiar with Swedish geography know that there aren’t that many to choose from – I made myself a large, yet sort of wholesome, meal. With perhaps unrealistic fantasies of turning myself into someone girls of all ages would gladly follow home, I did numerous sets of push-ups, toe-raises, squats and crunches. There were no free weights at the cabin, thus limiting the number of options, though I figured I might purchase some cheap ones during the coming days and merely leave them there when I were to depart. If I truly wanted to make a change, then I shouldn’t let a week go by without making an effort to properly exercise. “I’m going to hit the hay, it’s been a long day.” She flowed it into Shania's 'No one needs to know' but unconsciously changed the he for a she in the lyrics, for no reason she could fathom. 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She finished taking her dress off as my pants also were now also fully off. CHAPTER 13 More soccer moms, more delictable little ones, I didn't care. Just as an Add was starting.