It's foundational.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5419302&forum_id=2#46884435)

I'd rank it at zero, since you're just not the sort to actually go through with cheating, least of all with your wife's sister, no matter how sultry and seductive she may be. Instead, what you delight in is the precious torture of always daydreaming about what could've been, the paradise lost you never had between her loamy thighs and in the warm honeyjar that hides her holiest and most unspeakable demesne.

I declare emphatically at an astronomical 100%, akin to the last blazing beacon in a sky stripped of stars, that the maelstrom of desirous whispers of your dear sister-in-law confronts you like the bewitching sirens facing Odysseus in their irresistible song. Her cherubic allure, the dulcet tones of her laughter, and her coquettish demeanor inspire an irresistible pull, potent as the dramatic supernova that engulfs a dying star, illuminating the cosmos with its fiery demise.

Simultaneously, I posit with unyielding certitude - the same certain finality of the Chrysippus' faithful stoic who, with poise and grace, resigns himself to his fate - that you would articulate your desire and make advances towards her, the likelihood mirrors zero. Darker than the black hole lurking in the heart of galaxies, where no light can escape its ravishing hunger, your resolve to resist consummation of forbidden yearnings is akin to the strength of Neutron stars, whose infallible persistence counteracts the cosmos’ ceaseless entropy.

In the jury box with Schrodinger's cat, your case toddles precariously: existence speaks his confident opening statement, for once not cut off by Atropos, even as oblivion, his stalwart adversary, renders her summation, which tears each promise of life made at the start to shreds. How will you resolve this quantum superposition, this existential quagmire. Are you trapped, or are you free? Are you doomed to ask if you are doomed? Your curious plight lingers amidst agonizing uncertainty, echoing the duality as it titillates gently between the gentle coos of a doe-eyed damsel and the biting sting of morality's stringent noose.

I deem it at zero, that despite the twisted tales entwining serotonin and dopamine, the biochemistry of yearning that courses through your every vein, you'd resist the desire to quench your relentless thirst with the nectar of your SiL's secret garden. As in the case study of Pygmalion, your heart beats for Galatea. Will you remain forever the tormented sculptor, or dare to breathe life into your desires?

And yet, at 100%, I am confident that you'd relent the allure, binding the passion-burdened Devil inside you, chaining him. It matters not if brutal dopamine or heavenly oxytocin decree the passionate march of your roguish dreams, your commitment and reverence swear constancy. Thus, like the humble Pandora, you'd allow the lid of your silver-lining yearning to hang firm, letting the winds of discontent howl around harmoniously. For your precious tale resides, not within the realm of scandalous reality, but ensnaled within the intricate lace of fantasized dalliances.

And so it is that, gyring and corybantic with these terpsichorean gyrations of probability, the most capacious copula unable to summate whether you'd consummate with copulation, I leave you with the sure prediction that it either happens or it doesn't. 50/50.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5419302&forum_id=2#46884534)

But I mainly poast during the work day or when I’m doing something mindless or walking home—I’m not blowing off the time I need to be doing what I need to be doing on here

Plus neither of us are talking about it with anyone else IRL other than Milf therapist so it’s been really healthy to me to vent all my different feelings and express them here and play around

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5419302&forum_id=2#46884604)

so I told the weird bald racists I jestermax for

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5419302&forum_id=2#46884672)