Something I find myself always doing...

Tanstaafl001

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I find that I think about sex alot. A whole lot. One of my favorite things I do, with everyone I see or meet, is try to imagine them in the filthiest, raunchiest sex scenarios I can/ I used to limit myself to celebrities, but now do it for everyone. There isn't anyone I see or meet, either in a pic or in person, I do not try to imagine them doing and saying things.

For example, imagine Lucille Ball (folks my age know of whom I speak) bent over on her hands and kness, begging Desi to fuck her in the ass. Or Elizabeth Montgomery on her knees, sucking a big dick until it explodes all over her face.

Or that cashier at the grocery store, getting a DP. Or that newscaster so solemnly reporting death and catatrophes later on drilling herself with a giant 10" dildo..

Anyone else occupy them selves thusly?
 
Lucille Ball, really?

Yeah, I've thought of strangers and celebrities sexually. And when I see an unattractive or odd couple, I wonder what kind of sex they have.
 
An image of Andy Rooney in a threesome with Barbara Walters and Joy Behar just leapt into my head.
 
I people watch when I'm at a cafe or mall, make notes of their characteristics - body type, eye and hair color, etc - and think of what they're like/do in bed. Wife, her sister, and their friends have enjoyed my vinnette texts and emails, those I've observed as the characters.
 
Lucille Ball, really?

Yeah, I've thought of strangers and celebrities sexually. And when I see an unattractive or odd couple, I wonder what kind of sex they have.

i do too-- those couples make me very happy. because they couldn't have gotten together because they were in the same social class- there must have been something more. I imagine them having happy, joyous I-can't-believe-it's-this good sex.

Back when I dated men, I ended up for a while with a guy who looked like... nothing much. As a more fashionable friend huffed, " He looks like my grandmother."

When he shucked out of his clothes though, what a gorgeous lithe body, what an inquisitive mind, what a fearless heart!

I loved it that our pairing looked so odd to everyone in my crowd.
 
I have had this same mental tick for years as well. Strange but leads to interesting thoughts during downtime.
 
I too do this, I've worked with a colleague for 2 years now, I barely know her as she is in a different dept, but whenever we attend meetings I always think of her having sex, talking sex, dressing for sex. I always thought it was odd but I'm not alone it seems. I still don't know why it's just her at work I do this about though.
 
well role modelling is a key to success of a health relationship in bed........ i role model sometimes of my neighbour married hot babe or another of my jnior in the office..... whenever im with my wife..... sometimes i rolemodel her sis tooo.... as she is damn hot girl who is always willing to take me to any lasting pleasure in bed or in car......
this really stimulates me for deeeeper and deeeepr and lovvvvvley mating in bed or in car of in office to whomesoever i am with.
 
A former co-worker and I did this with all the women in our department. Who we thought was the nympho outside the office? Who loved giving head? Who took it up the ass? Who shaved totally...or conversely not at all?

With regular turnover, every few months was time to revisit the topics.
 
For example, imagine Lucille Ball

Have you ever read American Gods? The main character is caught between the old gods (Odin, Thor, Loki) and the new ones (TV, Media, Internet) and the new guys try to entice him to join their side. One of their tricks is to talk to him through Lucille Ball, and she entices him with sex. "You ever wanna see Lucy's tits?"
 
I think about sex all the time too, and I "measure" anyone I come in contact with who I find attractive enough for sex.

A few weeks ago, I was in a White House Black Market store and the 20-something girl helping me was sweet and friendly, almost giddy. She seemed so deliciously servile. I could not stop the images in my head of tying her up and taunting her and tasting her and using her for my pleasure, while my husband attentively stood by and served whatever drink or toy or need there was for my indulgence.

And then there was the strong, dominant man who held the door for me at the Barnes and Noble while his eyes licked my body...

And the boys at the car wash. Each one of them would look so good on my leash...
 
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