yeah, sometimes just the idea of sex turns you on, doesn't matter who's involved. I remember seeing Sarandon and DeNeuve in The Hunger and mine moved. When it's hot, it's hot.
Absolutely. If we're going to mention strange little jolts we got out of the blue that were out of character for ourselves...mine was Dana Scully on the
X-files.If anyone watched that show for the entire run like I did, you may remember that during the bulk of the show's run, the Dana Scully character wore the same pant suit. That's all. Ever.
Then one episode, she's in Africa, and she's got on an ankle length khaki skirt and she has to wade in the surf. The skirt has a modest slit in the back and as she wades ankle high in the surf, the breeze opens her skirt and you see -
- her bare calves.
For some unknown reason, that sight bent me out of shape for days and I'm a strraight woman!
The more people are forced into dress restrictions, the more what is not seen becomes erotic.
P.S. I dated a guy once who was on the double hammer of Lithium and prozac and while he was still interested in sex and could still perform, he couldn't get off. That was more frustrating for him than me for obvious reasons.