Here, “turned you on” means made you want to have sex with him.
This was inspired by the Husband thread. Only I though it would be more informative if we had specific examples instead of generalities like in that other thread.
Well it was my boyfriend-ish person, and mostly he was just being him. I’m not sure how helpful that is.
Outside of my ish, there’s a guy who works in my building whom I’ve always found completely adorable anyway, and the other day as we were chatting he caught a piece of ice that had fallen off of the building and was about to hit me in the head, and it wasn’t so much the quick reflexes or the protective instinct (hot as both those things were) as the grin that accompanied them that made me a little, well… dizzy. Oof. If I wasn’t standing outside of my place of employment, I might have mounted him right there.
I can’t remember…
Today, at church. He held out his hand to shake with me and when I gave it to him, he winked, gave my hand a fast shake, then rubbed his thumb over my palm while licking his lips.
I’m pretty sure it would have been a sin to push him into the confessional booth…and his wife was there. It was a really hawt moment.
I didn’t know that I’d been raped until I got home and read ZPG’s stuff. Next time I get raped, I want to know it.
Sorry for the hijack, I’m chemically enhanced right now.
Here’s the real story. I was at a biker run. Men in chaps…lots of happy noises…I met a very hawt looking guy, so “accidently” dropped my glove. He bent over to pick it up for me. I checked his ass out. One of the other guys started laughing and shouting that he knew I’d do that. The guy who picked up my glove looked me in the eyes and asked if that was true.
I hemmed and hawwed, then said yes, I was checking him out.
He tossed my glove on the ground. He then tossed his jacket, sweatshirt and tshirt away with many stripper movements. He dropped to the ground, did some very nice pushups, picked my glove up with his teeth, then leaped up, flexing muscles. He gave me my glove and asked if that was good enough. I dropped my other glove.
We are going to be married in 17 months.
edited to say that the winking was because the dust was heavy. I was winking and blinking back.
That is just awful. I’m sorry to hear that
Comics joke about how foreplay changes during marriage, from sexy stuff to doing chores around the house. But it’s true! Having the house cleaned will make me swoon <3
Oh, and I get Pavlovian-grade reactions to certain voices. I can’t really identify what it is, and it’s just as well, as it’s not something a guy can control anyway.
My husband changed into long johns before we settled down for TV time last night. I love it when he wears his long johns. They make him so… accessible.
When I climbed into bed with my husband to snuggle him to sleep (we sleep in separate rooms, but I always snuggle with him when he goes to bed) he asked me if I was wearing underwear for a reason. I asked him if he was asking for a reason. He said yes. The undies came off. It was nice.
This wasn’t the* last* time I was attracted to him, but the hottest thing I ever saw my husband do was play a few chords on his old guitar which he had just pulled from the back of the closet. I almost knocked it out of his hands.
I was visiting a friend the other day, with whom there had been some flirtation all evening. While he was hugging me goodbye, he spanked me. Apparently, he found my ass irresistable.
I was delighted. I love a good spankin’. 
OMG yes. I totally wanted to throw my panties at my husband when he did that.
Went on a first date with a guy I’d had a crush on for a while. We went to see a movie. He had his arms crossed and was kind of rubbing/brushing my upper arm with the hand closest to me. Gave me goosebumps. 
My husband came up an kissed the back of my neck and then blew on it. I went all melty.
…what…?
Damn. I’ve done everything wrong for all these years and now it’s too damn late.
A coupla weeks ago I got really upset about something - can’t remember now what it was - and me eyes were all swollen from crying. I get self-conscious when they’re swollen like that, and I kept deliberately dropping my gaze from Mr. Horseshoe and looking away, to hide my face. He finally cupped my face in his hand, looked at me for a moment, then started kissing me and making out with me.
(We totally got it on within minutes.)
My boyfriend came up behind me a few hours ago, tilted my head back and started rubbing my neck while gently kissing my forehead over and over. He does little things like that at random moments that just make me want him so much.
Well, I find confident friendliness a real turn-on lately. There are three… no four… guys just this week that were simply friendly to me in a non-scuzzy way… looked me in the eye… smiled… had a little conversation with me… self-confident but not arrogant… a joke…
I woulda’ done 'em all.
He gave me a pedicure.
Saturday, when we had returned from a day of hiking, both of us tired, he told me to stay put when I started to make motions of fixing dinner. The foot tub and towels came out, he pulled off my wool socks (the boots were already off) and after a long soak, proceeded to lotion and massage my feet and work on the nails.
We were under the covers almost before the petal pink polish was dry.
He bit the nape of my neck.
Flatlined - awesomest story I have read in a bit.