Commuting can be such a bitch. It's crowded, people smell, and you're either going to or coming from the misery of work. Wouldn't a nice orgasm on the bus take the edge off? Rubbing one out on mass transit would seem impossible, because obviously you don't want to get arrested for being a perv. And most ladies need some help getting there, whether it's from her own nimble digits, a willing penis, or a helpful vibe, so discretion can be difficult. I know there are women who can get off by rubbing their thighs together, however even then, people would notice the girl furiously rubbing her legs together. But now at least one woman says she can think her way into an orgasm.
While most of us have had the occasional dream-gasm, I can't say I've ever met anyone who can think themselves into coming. But researchers at Rutgers are doing tons of research on mental O's, so soon hopefully everyone will be doing it. As for me, well, as I mentioned, Strange Sex is on during the same time as The Don Draper Hour, which is preceded by the Naked Vampire Hour, so maybe I'll try my own little at-home experiment.
I think I can, I think I can, I think I can. . . .