what turns you on

soulflower

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There might already be a thread here for this so sorry.
Id just like to know what turns people here on. You can be as descriptive as you like and include as many things as you like. Whatever.....

For me it starts with kissing, lots of it.

Thank you
 
For me, it really depends on who I'm with. Some people turn me on by making me laugh, others by making me moan.

But, physically, I get very turned on when touched. Back, neck, breasts, pussy, a light touch, a gentle massage, will get me going.
 
For me, it really depends on who I'm with. Some people turn me on by making me laugh, others by making me moan.

But, physically, I get very turned on when touched. Back, neck, breasts, pussy, a light touch, a gentle massage, will get me going.

don't reveal everything in one day :p
 
Accents, intelligence, humor. Being able to think outside the box and not be predictable. Ego, confidence and sarcasm. Looks are always great too. Dark hair and dark eyes.
 
Opulent sexuality harnessed by formidable intelligence and resolve. A short skirt and a loooooong jacket.
It also helps if you play any instrument except the bassoon. I can't really figure out what the most sexy instrument in the orchestra is, but bassoons are the definitely the least.
 
A woman talking dirty is a real turn on. Hidden glimps of breasts gets me every time.
strangely I get hard seeing a woman yawn.
 
Opulent sexuality harnessed by formidable intelligence and resolve. A short skirt and a loooooong jacket.
It also helps if you play any instrument except the bassoon. I can't really figure out what the most sexy instrument in the orchestra is, but bassoons are the definitely the least.
I totally agree with the bassoon thing. Does anyone actually choose to play it!?
 
Loss of control. The transition from coherent, witty, and put together to whimpering slut.

I'm turned on by intelligence, sass, wit, and willpower because I love to watch those things melt away. The teasing argument that that turns into me holding her against the wall and violating her cunt with my fingers. Her little taunts egging me on, sassy until the end. Pounding her with my cock until those intelligent eyes glaze over and I know she's simply not there. Until she is nothing but a sweating, throbbing feral thing bouncing up and down on me, telling me to fuck her like the slut I made her.
 
His eyes, his smile, his laugh. When all 3 of those are sparkling and bright, I want nothing more than to lean in and kiss him.
 
Visually it's a seeing somone wearing a soccer kit lol.

Physically it's having that someone capture me in their strong arms and touch me in delicate places while kissing my neck.
 
Loss of control. The transition from coherent, witty, and put together to whimpering slut.

I'm turned on by intelligence, sass, wit, and willpower because I love to watch those things melt away. The teasing argument that that turns into me holding her against the wall and violating her cunt with my fingers. Her little taunts egging me on, sassy until the end. Pounding her with my cock until those intelligent eyes glaze over and I know she's simply not there. Until she is nothing but a sweating, throbbing feral thing bouncing up and down on me, telling me to fuck her like the slut I made her.

Being on the receiving end of this.......
 
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