What turns me on in an instant is a fantasy in which I suddenly, through no fault of my own, find myself in a confined area (small room, elevator) wearing nothing but white jockey shorts (briefs), surrounded by scores of gorgeous women. Half of the women are laughing at me and pointing, as I've unwittingly become a public spectacle. The other half of the women are cringing and sense my humiliation. They're helpful and kind - which only serves to heighten the embarrassment I feel.
The humiliation produces a profound sense of "vulnerability" and "despair" - both enormously erotic. I'm panicked and seek an egress, but I'm trapped as my dreadful circumstances continue to make a fool of myself.
Nothing is more of a complete turn-on.
The humiliation produces a profound sense of "vulnerability" and "despair" - both enormously erotic. I'm panicked and seek an egress, but I'm trapped as my dreadful circumstances continue to make a fool of myself.
Nothing is more of a complete turn-on.