I rather fancy the idea of the idiomatic expression of “losing one’s train of thought”. A humorously huffy sort, tongue lolled out and peppered with panting. Overalls struggling to hold the shapely curve of a belly chronically unable to remain covered by clothing. The thought train is soaring off on the horizon and this only furls the labor intensive desperation to flag it down more. The voice raises. The engine roars. The voice pleads. The whistle beams. Did. Did I just make it a sex thing?
I did, in fact, just make it a sex thing.
DO YOU NEED TO ADD THE NSFW TAG... #SILENTRECHITT
You did, as it is expected of you.
Softcore enough to be only mildly suggestive, thankfully. Though if we venture further into the yonic depths of this treacherous avenue of thought intersecting pure madness and puerile underdeveloped fetishistic longing sorely underexplored… #NSFW
STUPID QUESTION, WHY IS SOFTCORE AND FULL BLOWN NSFW DIFFERENT? I DONT THINK IVE EVER GRASPED IT
Softcore implies. Hardcore exhibits.
There is also no such thing as a stupid question. Only a question that is properly or improperly formatted. Any question can be asked, not all can necessarily be answered.