He makes use of my hesitation, his grip around my hip is getting tighter and his hands are caressing me all around it.
I'm breathless. There is a blizzard of thoughts in my mind.
Why not be unreasonable just this once – and do what I feel like doing right here, right now.
How often did I yearn for this?
How often did reason win in this argument?
And how often did I end up regretting that I didn't do anything?
Yes! I'm on fire! Right now! And I want it!
Just this once in my life, I'm going to be a loathsome hooker, a self-indulgent bitch.
„Flick the switch, stop to think“ is the only thing I can think of right now – „let yourself go and enjoy it to the fullest! Do it! Yes! Just do it!“