Who was the last real person (living or dead) you fantasized about sexually?

Well, OK, I hope they were alive in your fantasy, if not in reality. But it doesn’t count if you were watching them perform sex acts or looking at them naked, etc., whether “in the flesh” or in porn. Similarly, fictional characters don’t count, even as played by real actors–you have to actually imagine being with the real person.

For me, it’s a tie between Sarah Silverman* and one of my coworkers (female, my age) I’ve been eyeing from a distance for a while. How about you?

  • I may not be Jewish anymore, but I’m still a Jewboy.

My wife, about 5 minutes ago. I’m still at work. :smiley:

At the risk of sounding like a total perv…it was most likely Daniel Radcliffe. Based on those promotional photos for Equus. yum.

My boyfriend, pretty much all day today. I fantasize about him frequently (the man has a truly gorgeous cock), but more so today than usual because we were on IM for hours last night talking about sex and looking at sex toys and naughty outfits online. I’m seeing him in about an hour, and will properly jump him then. :smiley:

What silenus said. Except about my wife, not his. (Tho I’m sure she’s nice)

Relatedly, when our roommate came home from work yesterday, we told him about Anna Nicole Smith. He said he knew and was kind of bummed, and we asked why the hell he’d be bummed.

“That’s the first woman I can remember masturbating to!”

You’re no perv–I’m as straight as they come, I don’t date girls under 20, and even I was turned on a little by those pics.

My boyfriend, most definitely.

Whew, lucky I read this thread when I did though, sometimes it’s some celebrity or book character…Hmm, I wouldn’t mind being with Shadow in American Gods. Ack! Pretend I didn’t just think that.

My boyfriend. He looked so foxy leaving for work this morning and I keep thinking about how I’d like to rip his pants off when he gets home. Soon…

My husband, today while I was drinking hot chocolate in Cafe Royale. He’s really amazingly beautiful… like the Greek aesthetic perfection kind of beautiful… like a painting is beautiful. Making love to him feels like art to me. :slight_smile:

My wife as well – who I’m currently having a blast teasing the hell out of. She’s downstairs making dinner, I’m working in the office on the 3rd floor. Well, working, and occasionally turning on the remote for her underwear. Damn, I love that woman. :slight_smile:

I’m really surprised by all the sincere, uplifting homages to the sexual aspect of monogamy here. Definitely fights a little ignorance, even if it’s not at all where I expected the thread to go.

Oh carp, I forgot about the no fictional characters allowed, plus I missed the edit time limit.

  1. I feel really stupid for that. :smack:

  2. Now I don’t feel like I was cheating when I said my boyfriend. :slight_smile:

I have got to get me some remote-controlled panties. It would be great for the boyfriend because he loves to torment me as much as possible before I jump him, and good for me because, well, my panties would be doing happy things to me. Happy happy things.
I’m going shopping.

A friend that I most definitely should not be fantasizing about. :smack:

Ain’t that life…

It’d be a different answer if fictional characters were allowed, but in this case, my husband.

A colleague, male and a fair bit older than me. Dayum he’s hot.

A girl I know in my class in college

I work with a dozen intelligent hot women. It’s impossible to get through a day without having lewd and lascivious thoughts about at least one of them.