What were you masturbating to?

“What were you thinking about when you were masturbating?”

“I was thinking about getting off the bus with that guy and taking him into a public bathroom to fuck,” she sighs. “You would peel my pants down and pin me up against the wall while he fills my pussy.”

That description is a bit more explicit than you were expecting. Then again, you were subconsciously expecting people to talk about sex as if they were being **** to. People love sex (especially women, as of your rule) and it’s much more exciting to talk about than whether one’s day was good or bad. To have someone ask about your innermost desires is also more heartwarming than your day, because it pertains to what you really feel and understand about yourself rather than serving as a generic ritual. This rule was intended as a cheap way to learn about the consequences of the previous rule; instead, it has released the world from a harmful taboo.

“How high is your libido compared to other people?”

“Well, let’s see. When’s the last time you masturbated?” she asks.

“Yesterday,” you answer truthfully.

“And you do it about once a day, right? The last time I masturbated was obviously just now, and I regularly do it twice a day. Three times if I wake up horny. Compared to you, my libido is a lot higher. It would be the same if I compared with most other guys.”

“What about women?”

“About average,” she says.

“Do you ever act on your urges in public?”

“Sometimes?” she laughs. “Not often. I’ve masturbated while sitting in lecture before. I was just so pent up, I couldn’t help it. Don’t think anyone caught me. By the way, you want to hear a funny story about Stacy?”

Stacy was Robin’s best friend. Any sexy story involving Stacy is one you want to hear.

“My little bus incident reminded me of this. The other day, Stacy was on a crowded bus on her way to the college and there was a guy standing really close behind her. She was wearing leggings without panties. They weren’t thin enough to be transparent, but thin enough that she could feel someone’s breath through them if they were close enough. She thought she could feel the heat of this guys package radiating through his and her pants, like he had an enormous erection. That got her worked up, and she wasn’t thinking clearly, so to satisfy her curiosity as to whether he had a hard-on she rubbed her ass against his crotch. She intended to make it seem like an accident, like she was pushed into him by the acceleration of the bus, but it went on for a few too many seconds for that to be the case. Turned out, he wasn’t hard before, but he was after she rubbed against him.”

Robin sighs.

“I fingered myself thinking about that yesterday. Excuse me.”

She leaves her half-eaten sandwich on the table and goes back to her room. A few minutes later you hear her moaning again.

You wonder if this world is permissive towards inappropriate touching from women because of their uncontrollable libidos. Then again, Stacy is the kind of girl that most guys wouldn’t mind being grinding against them.

You do some more research online that night. The anecdotal accounts you find on forums are properly ribald, but you know that these are probably written by the horniest chicks and thus not representative of the entire population of women. A lot of women seem to have pretty vanilla fantasies, however. They watch more porn than they did without your rule, but not as much as men probably would if you increased their libidos to the level that women are at. In your heart you know that something is missing, and only the notebook can correct this feeling.