The most inconvenient realization hit me today. I can be completely naked, pussy on full display, and feel zero sexual charge. It's just... comfortable. Like my skin is breathing. But then I'll be fully dressed, jeans and a hoodie, and a memory of a specific cock sliding into me will hit so hard my cunt clenches and I have to stop walking. The mind-body disconnect is wild. One is about existing, the other is about craving the specific pressure of being filled. Makes you wonder what wires got crossed where. Anyone else's horniness have zero respect for their outfit?