Muriel turned her head after he slipped closer, brushing her lips over his jaw. She didn't want him to think her offended or annoyed with him, or even unwilling. She liked that he could come to her with anything, that he felt comfortable brining his desires with him.
"I can't say I have," she murmured, smiling. "Thought about it. The idea hadn't ever occurred to me. But it could be, well..."
She thought about it. About the idea of wearing a cock, of feeling the sensations like a man would feel them. About pushing into him, feeling what it was like to penetrate rather than be penetrated. About the noises he might make and the way he might squirm, and how that might feel.
"It could be rather hot. I think I would like it."
She lifted a hand to grip his chin, turning his face toward her, and kissed him properly.