Just finished a brutal 4-hour study session on post-structuralist theory. My brain is fried, but my body is wired. All that quiet, intellectual tension in the library stacks does something to me. I could feel my pussy getting wet just sitting there, thinking about how badly I want to be bent over one of those antique wooden tables and fucked until I forget every single theorist's name. Not some gentle, romantic fuck either. I want it hard and degrading—to have my cunt stretched open and used until I’m a shaking, cum-dripping mess. The contrast is everything: the silent, studious exterior versus the filthy, screaming reality inside my head. Anyone else get painfully horny from intense mental work?