You're Turning Me On

I love to watch men eat. If you’re ‘friends’ with me on facebook you may have seen my post on that. It’s true; I shamefully admit I love to watch my date/man/male companion eat. It’s such an erotic turn on for me. It’s no secret that food is one gateway to a man’s heart, so it’s something they hold dear to them. I like to watch because they eat with such passion and nothing else really matters at that moment other than their hunger being sated, and they are usually very happy and accommodating afterward. Let’s face it, men get mean, irritated, moody, and down right cranky when they are hungry. Feed them, and all the world’s a happy place. I think for me it also turns me on because I don’t have full undivided attention because he’s focused on something other than me, and yeah…it makes me think about that, too. Go ahead, judge me.

I am obsessed with men that let me do and be me but also let me know when it’s time to submit. I am very offbeat and quirky with many fleeting passions and obsessions, so it takes a special man to keep in sync with me. I had a special friend; we shall refer to him as Dr. Cush. Dr. Cush would allow me to tease him to his limits. I would straddle his lap, instruct him to lay back, close his eyes and not touch me. I would then very slowly maneuver my lips about his face but never have them actually touch his face. When he was done being teased he very gently but authoritatively let me know it was time for me to get up so he could put it down. He was also very patient when it came to dealing with me and my never ending quest to balance my highly spiritually aware half with my highly sensual and hedonistic half. It’s a dichotomy of incredibly opposing forces that causes me to indulge in my craving and later withdraw from sensual pleasures of the physical kind then start all over with indulgence. He was there. We would switch from teasing and coy wordplay to having conversations that never included sex. He intrigued me because of his ability to always be on whatever page I was on. That made me crave him all the more.

Danger is arousing. Not DANGER danger, but a small adrenaline rush. Dr. Cush sometimes came over for gatherings. I would be in the kitchen cooking or fixing a plate or something of the sort, and he would pass me to go to the refrigerator. If my hair was up in a bun he would very lightly kiss the back of my neck or ‘accidentally’ run his fingers across my bum. Because it was always so subtle coupled with the fact there was always to chance someone would see him, I would be instantly aroused.

Last but certainly not least, potential is a turn-on. A man’s potential, real or imagined, is often what keeps a woman’s heartstrings attached to a man she should probably let go of. As long as she can see potential she has hope.

So, what are your turn-ons?