actually I can’t stop thinking about a lesbian grinding against bulge now. if you’ve gotten to that point your defenses have already been broken down so far that they barely exist, whether you know it or not. if you’ve gotten to a point with a man where you’re balancing your weight against his lap and pressing your hips into his crotch, grinding down and whimpering at the resistance you can feel, lightheaded at how wrong and good it feels, at the physical evidence pressed against you that this personal likes you, likes this, likes doing this with you…..it’s long past the point of no return. but to think of someone at that point, still insisting inside their head that they’re a lesbian, fighting the chemicals being released inside their own brain, telling them this is the most turned on they’ve ever been in their life, refusing to believe it even knowing that if their pants come off later it’s going to be extremely clear to him just how much they’re enjoying this…
