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 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.
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!”
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 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.
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.
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.
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.
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.