Gents: picture this - you’ve met a girl and she’s all you can think about lately.
But what exactly are you thinking about when you think about her? Sex, of course, and…?
Books, movies and TV show plenty of depictions of what infatuated women think about when they daydream, but what do guys imagine when they think of that special girl? Popular media suggests that guys only thinking about sleeping with the one they’re hung up on, but that’s probably not true of most of you. What’s on your mind, then?
Generalities or specific scenarios if you care to share examples are both welcome, and I’m sure I’m not the only woman who’ll be grateful for the insight you can offer
Sometimes there will be a certain look on her face that floats across my mind all day. Perhaps it’s her eyes, her boobs, or her ass. And yes, sometimes I picture her writhing around under me as I give her the best sex of her life.
Well, the last woman I saw that I couldn’t get off my mind was the woman who is now my wife, but when I thought about her, I saw her face. I was just so taken with her beauty, her smile, and her general presence that it didn’t even progress to a sexual thing. Just thinking about her- and when I say “her” I just mean an image of her just kind of standing in the basic, everyday kind of pose she was in when I met her- made me feel so good.
Okay, so I sound like a pussy. Whatever. I was in love.
No highly scripted Scene 1 Act II scenarios or anything, just a very excited anticipation of someone with whom I think I’m going to spend lots of mutually happy times. I certainly assume it’s going to lead to sex, and that sexual interest is going to permeate the conversations, the dining, the exploration of each other’s pasts and each other’s attitudes and perspectives on things… <sigh :)>
Strapping her onto my stone altar, sharpening my ceremonial knife, propitiating the Ancient Ones by pulling forth her still-beating heart from her splayed ribcage, and making a nice stew out of her flanks.
Running toward each other in slow motion, in a meadow, under a sparkling sun. When we meet, I wrap my arms around her, pick her up and swing her around. Then we fall to the ground, laughing. I pluck a dandelion from the ground and she blows the seeds into the gentle breeze.
Usually all I ever do is talk about sex, but I am a little different on this one. When I see a girl that I can’t help but think about, I am usually wondering what she is like, what a nice dinner and conversation would be like with her. How nice it would be to get to know her better, so on, and so on. I think more romantic type things in situations like that.
After I get over all of the romance thoughts, I start wondering about the sex.
Her smile – how not only her face, but her entire being seems to light up when she’s happy.
The feel of her body curled up against mine in bed.
Recently I’ve been thinking quite a bit about the last time I saw her step out of the shower, with her hair all slicked back and darker than usual with the water, and with her smiling in the manner I mentioned above, and how great she looked naked and dripping wet.
Being with her, holding her, the smell of her hair, the way she looks at me, the way she smiles at me, the way she laughs, the way, her eyes wrinkle when she laughs, that kind of thing.
During the last year or so when I was working, I had a flirtation with a gorgeous woman I saw every day. We’re both married, and knew it wasn’t going anywhere, but we could dream. I’d recall her luscious mouth and her sparkling eyes in that playful smile. I’d imagine kissing the back of her graceful neck, caressing the lovely skin on her shoulders, whispering in her lovely ears. I pictured her in a slinky dress that clung to every curve. I dreamed of reaching out to her cheek as I expressed my…yeah, well, that’s where I got to the “this is never gonna happen” part.
There were a pile of sexual fantasies, too, but that’s not what this thread is about.
It’s pretty much just sex and trying to come up with strategies that might lead to sex. Guys aren’t complicated. We don’t sit around and daydream about the picket fences and going to the opera together unless those elements somehow play into a scenario involving sex.
