Ooh that's erotic, but it's not supposed to be

[ibhard]

Making bread.

Mixing the water and yeast into the flour. The whole hands on experience of kneading it, letting it rise, punching it down, letting it rise again and forming it into loaves. Wow, erotic..and fresh out of the oven, piping hot buttered bread? The euphemisms of it? Hot.

What do you think is erotic, but isn't supposed be?

 

[carsonshepherd]

A sweltering hot bathroom at a rest stop along highway 70 between St. Louis and Columbia. *ahem*

 

[arienette]

Camping trip.

Oh come on, we had rope and trees and nothing happened...

 

[Guest]

.....

 

[joeys-game]

Thinking about it all afternoon on the drive home, picturing it, anticipating. Arriving, asking, taking it in my hand, bringing it close to my lips, my tongue snaking out, licking it, tasting it, letting it sit on the tip of my tongue, my eyes closing, really relishing that first long , slow lick of ice cream.

 

[Guest]

 

[jushorny]

Painting, shitrless, jeans hang on your hips while you stretch out. Your body sweating slightly. The crinkle of plastic drop cloth under your bare feet as it sticks. The paint splattering your body. Kneeling down on your hands and kness to paint the baseboard, ass sticking up. The occasional swipe of paint across your arm or stomach.

 

[Guest]

Painting, shitrless, jeans hang on your hips while you stretch out. Your body sweating slightly. The crinkle of plastic drop cloth under your bare feet as it sticks. The paint splattering your body. Kneeling down on your hands and kness to paint the baseboard, ass sticking up. The occasional swipe of paint across your arm or stomach.

No, THAT's erotic.




(or maybe I'm just thinking about the shower after?)

 

[Tom Collins]

Hips rocking from side to side, rubbing hard and fast, feeling the heat of friction build to a point that you have to pause and blow on your fingers, sweat running down your face as you pant lightly, the smell of wood hanging in the humid air, blowing away the dust and lightly grazing your gritty fingertips over the satiny smooth surface, setting the sandpaper aside and choosing a finer grade and begining again.

 

[AngeloMichael]

An old Juicy Fruit commercial:

Take a stick, pull it out, the taste is gonna move ya when you pop it in your mouth. Juicy Fruit is gonna move ya, the texture's soft, it gets right to ya. Juicy Fruit, the taste, the taste, the taste is gonna moooooove ya!

 

[Antfarmer77]

There was this one time ( No! Not at band camp) I was helping my wife can peaches. We were slipping the skins off using boiling water and...well...we took a break from canning...in the living room....and one of the hot peaches

 

[Huckleman2000]

A sweltering hot bathroom at a rest stop along highway 70 between St. Louis and Columbia. *ahem*

That's REALLY not supposed to be.

 

[Nirvanadragones]

Various kitchen utensils, including a whisk, single sided grater, chrome tongs... honeydripper

Oh, goodness, and those oriental utentils!!

(all non-stick ofcourse )

 

[impressive]

Doing the dishes (of course)

 

[FallingToFly]

Mixing bran mash- but it has the most sensual texture on earth.

 

[simply_cyn]

Painting, shitrless, jeans hang on your hips while you stretch out. Your body sweating slightly. The crinkle of plastic drop cloth under your bare feet as it sticks. The paint splattering your body. Kneeling down on your hands and kness to paint the baseboard, ass sticking up. The occasional swipe of paint across your arm or stomach.

I'm in the middle of repainting my bathroom ... feel free to come help or ...
just splatter paint across yourself and lemme watch ...

 

[Guest]

.....

 

[AppleBiter]

I'm with Joey on the ice cream thing. Ooh, also, watching a man bite into a juicy piece of watermelon. There's something deliciously sexy about that.

 

[Guest]

Women washing cars...

women jogging...

Laundry.

Sitting on the washer again, jammies?

 

[Nirvanadragones]

Rubber bands

 

[dr_mabeuse]

It's my firm belief that everything that's fun is fun because it's sexual on some level--rollercoasters, fast cars, sports, flower arranging, painting, playing an instrument, gardening. They're all sensual, and what's sensuality if not sex?

This occurred to me when I was building a model railroad set up years ago, which probably seems like one of most unsexy things you can do. But not only was sculpting the hills and valleys sexnsual, but the feel of the cars' wheels on the smooth track, the click of the switches, the gleam of the little miniature lights. I won't even tell you what I started thinking as I assembled these little plastic apartment buildings and offices, but by the time I finished I had a whole soap opera going on in my head about this town and what was going on it it, and it was absolutely perverse.

Even stamp collecting has a certain BDSM appeal to it, doesn't it?

 

[Guest]

How about things that audibly sound dirty to others?

I was awakened early this morning by a vicious left calf cramp. Yoweee.

My whimpers woke up my husband who took over the duty of helping me unclench that locked up muscle.

You know how that is - gasps of pain, moans, fighting as the pain bites fairly deeply, thrashing in the bed, grasping the sheets, hearing his murmurs of concern and support and then my relieved sigh as my calf - finally - released . . .

A pity it really wasn't any fun at all.

 

[ibhard]

I had a goth-geeky English professor who was discussing the TV reality show, Fear Factor. She said that there was basically two fears—fear of heights, which she described as phallic, a male phobia and fear of penetration (bitten by snakes, eating something gross) that she considered a female phobia.

I found that to be an ever so twisted erotic lesson plan, stimulating and so now every time Fear Factor is on the idiot box, it's a real turn on rather than a fear induced adrenaline pump.

 

[Selena_Kitt]

The Blue Angels zooooooooming by overhead! WHOOSH!

God that's hot!

 

[MagicaPractica]

I remember a story I read a few years back that suggested oatmeal boiling was erotic, the way the bubbles burst and sigh. Orgasmic is what the author called it.