Your sneezes get me all wet.
I was just reading this salon.com interview with the author of a new book called arousal: the secret logic of sexual fantasies. The logic is really not so secret, the theory not so innovative - that each of our sexual fantasies compensates for the anxieties leftover from our childhood.
The author didn't impress me much in the interview, so I don't think I’ll be buying the book any time soon. It did, however, get me thinking about the subject of sexual fantasy. It also shed light on those weird search requests I keep getting for "beautiful women sneezing". Apparently, some people have a thing for that. Who knew?
I used to have a deflowering fantasy. There was something about the thought of breaking boy-cherry that appealed to me. I also, of course, have had the threesome fantasies (two girls and a guy) and the lady-love fantasies (just me and a girlie object of my desire). I had the fantasy of wanting to be blindfolded for a time, too. And I still have the fag hag's fantasy, the one where I just want to see two hot guys making out. It has little if anything to do with being gay, actually. Preferably, one of the guys who'd be doing the smooching for me, would be doing more smooching with me later on.
But I think that some fantasies are not meant to be lived out. Somehow, that's part of the excitement. I never broke anyone's virginity and I’m not sure that I’d want to. The reality is, he'd stick it in and ten minutes later he'd have a good cry and then fall asleep. I’ve fornicated with a foxy female in a threesome, so I have lived out both of those fantasies. While I’d do it again with the right woman and have a three's company re-run with the right Jack and Janet, it wasn't as hot as I was expecting it to be. I also got blindfolded once and while I didn't not like it, it really just affirmed how much of a visual person I am. I like to keep my eyes open. I like to watch.
Speaking of watching, I have yet to find a date who will make out with a boy in front of me. And like it. It would be hot. And then it we'd all make out with each other. It would be good if it was a double date. Two boys, two girls. We could all have a kissing party. Why limit it to four, on second or third thought? I just want to have a kissing party. I have a thing about kissing, you should know. I have a real talent for it. Talents should be shared. Wait. I’m getting all worked up. Okay, so maybe that's a fantasy I’d like to live out, but my point is often there's a big difference between fantasy and reality. My fantasies are exciting to think about and talk about. Why ruin it?
