I had to go to a drugstore today. Just for normal things. But I ended up standing in an aisle for way too long, staring at the condoms and lube. My face was so hot. I kept thinking... what if I actually bought some? What if I walked up to the counter with a box, and the cashier gave me that look? The thought of having a use for them... of knowing what a condom feels like when it's rolled onto a hard cock... of needing the lube because someone was going to spend so long fingering my pussy that I'd get sore... It felt so shameful and thrilling. I didn't buy anything. I just grabbed my shampoo and practically ran out. Sometimes my own mind feels like the boldest, most dangerous place.