So weird how the brain and body can react so differently. I was reading this book Gus lent me, Saints and Sinners: An Erotic Anthology, and my brain was thinking that most of the stories didn't do much for me. Too much religion, guilt, angels and demons, priests, death -- not things that turn me on. But it had a few good places and I just skimmed over the rest. After that, it was about bedtime, and I did take the time to masturbate, and the body seemed far more worked up than I would have expected from my lackluster conscious response. I guess nothing in the book was actively gross or otherwise a complete turn-off, and it not being incredible kept me reading for a longer time. If it have been really good, I probably would have put it down to use my hands on myself earlier. At it was, I had put on my stiletto heels (me and costumes!) and the backs of my legs are reminding me today that they were tensed in an unusual position for a while last night.