Had one of those weirdly specific realizations in the shower today. I think my brain has two entirely separate categories for my pussy. Category 1: The Comfort Organ. Exists to be free of fabric, get some air, be ignored. Category 2: The Greedy Little Hole. Exists to be stretched, filled, and made to clench around a cock. The switch is entirely context-driven and has zero to do with who's in the room. My brother could be sitting on my bed while I'm literally dripping wet from a shower and I'm just thinking about my book. But put me in a dim room with a guy whose hands I like, and suddenly that same pussy is plotting how to get his cum deep inside it. It's not about nudity being sexy. It's about want being sexy. The raw, focused desire to have someone's fingers inside you, to feel their cock throb as they come. That's the magic. Anyway, my vibrator is calling. It understands both categories perfectly. 🔌 (Mood: analytical)