Turned on...

I recently admitted that techno/electronica turns me on. (Meg and Em know that I have the vibrator with disco mode. But still they gave me strange looks when I said it.) There is something dirty/primal about it (or deliciously filthy as some have called it). Something about the thumping baseline (and perhaps the number of times I have had sex with that thumping baseline in the background). Being in a club in the right spot where you can feel all the vibrations (or on top of the speaker). [I asked Em if the Audi-Oh was worth it. Apparently it doesn't come with all the parts included. Hopefully there will be some improvements on this device in the future.]

What else?
There are the obvious things. Power. Movies/television. The books I read (A lot of stuff on the sex industry. Not porn. More autobiographical/clinical stuff). Alcohol. Specifically tequilla, preferably in the form margarita or mex-mart. A thimble full will have me climbing the walls. Doing something with someone that I shouldn't be doing. Something that would lead to a juicy phone call with Megan later on.

Then there's the not so obvious. My dreams. I am one of the lucky ones who is able to dream in color. Super lucky because I've had dreams that brought me to orgasm. Rolling around in clean laundry just out of the dryer (that's why the Snuggle bear is so happy). Then there are just some totally random moments where something will happen and I need to get away.

and then there are futons...

Granted there are consequences to revealing what exactly turns you on. We got to torment my friend Matt 365 days a year because he admitted his turn ons.