[A]Lex(I)'s house of horny

Tricky question, Anon. This wouldn't really fall under an orientation play kink, but it is fun. Having done both, it's delightful.

So is, if you're in more of a kink context, doing a similar thing with doms and subs. Making someone dominant whimper and beg. Making someone submissive grab you and fuck you.

After all, when you cum your brains out bouncing on my cock, proclaiming that I fucked you straight, it'll be so confusing when you down on your knees and make you eat me out - reminding you that straight girls don't eat out other girls. Later the rules of what's what might get even more confusing. What was my cock is now just a straight that a lesbian is using to rail your stupid straight brains out. How can you call yourself a lesbian when your tongue is pushed deep into a man's cunt?

I'm not really in the mood to share my toys, Anon.

All the motions of dealing with morning wood, but since my cock doesn't go soft she'll have to keep sucking until her jaw hurts. Until I'm satisfied with her performance. Maybe until she begs to stop.

You know that this isn't something you should do. But it's just one time. You're just going to try it once. Do it once to get it out of your system. After this, you'll never be tempted again. And even if you are, you'll be able to resist those temptations that you're about to give in to.

I want to feel like I've betrayed myself. If it's being forced upon me, that my body is betraying me by cumming as a man breeds me. If subversive elements like mental tricks are used, I want it to be explicitly a manipulation of me. I can keep going, but it ultimately comes down to one thing - I want to be forced to enjoy it.

Your cock isn't going to make me straight. What it is going to do is give me the most humiliating sexual experience of my life. That I came my brains out while a man was fucking me.

I also want him to know what he's doing. Know that I'm into other women. Know that I'm, as far as he's concerned, a lesbian. And yet he's still getting to use me. He's getting to make me perform for him. He's getting to cum in or on me. And no matter how much I protest, I can't stop the fact that this man made me cum; or made me so worked up that I behaved like a needy whore.

But importantly: once it's done, my orientation isn't changed. My preferences aren't changed. But now I'm going to have that memory of this event gnawing at me. Chewing at me. Making me feel guilty. Making me doubt myself. And it's going to consume me.

Yes, this probably is some means of reprocessing of minor trauma and taking control of a general atmosphere that caused me some distress.

What does get me though? The idea that for as smart as I can be, it did nothing to help me. I was clever enough to recognize that my mind was being messed with, but being clever didn't really help. That even though I was able to see and understand what was happening, I could do nothing to stop it from happening.

It's vain of me to say this, but I like to think of myself as intelligent. Or at the very least, I like to think that I'm clever. I'm not going to keep listing off ways to talk about how smart I think I am.

And yet there's a little factoid that sits in my brain and nags at me. One that might not be true, but sure is degrading to think about.

I have more tits than brains. More of my body mass is taken up by my chest than my brain.

That doesn't make me stupid. But god something about it just feel shameful. That for as clever as I am, that for all that I know and all that I've learned, on some base physiological level I have more tits than I do brains.