Before I realize it, my eyes are drawn to that spot—the one I can't help but want to rub against. It's just that using my fingers or toys isn't enough anymore; I want to feel even better. So here I am again today, shamelessly grinding away, despite how embarrassing it is. If someone saw me like this, I'd be mortified—but I'm hopelessly addicted. Lately, I keep fantasizing: "What if I pressed my pussy against that corner over there? It'd probably feel amazing." That's not weird, right?