Girl Talk Thursday - What turns you on?
What turns me on? Can I get away with “it depends?” Because it depends.
I used to be a pretty horny chick. You know, like a decade ago. Two kids later, not so much. And I hate that. I have big plans to start having more sex as soon as I’m done breastfeeding in about five months.
That epic angst mostly aside, these things (in no particular order) turn me on.
- A man’s arms. Specifically my husband’s crazy new arms since he’s been working out like five days a week. (WTF.)
- Backs. Everyone’s backs. I love backs.
- Butts. Same thing. I like all butts and I cannot lie.
- A clean house. Sadly, it’s hard for me to even relax in front of the TV when my house is clean. Sex? That’s even harder when I’m stressed. Clutter and mess stress me out.
- A buzz. Yeah, I’m warm and fuzzy drunk. With a couple of drinks in me, I can be coerced in major ways. I get huggy and grabby too.
- Dancing. I love going dancing.
- Dancing. I love watching dancing. Physical talent is a huge turn on. I'm looking at you, Kupono. As long as you keep your mouth shut.
- Hockey players.
- Feeling sexy. Stick me in some tight jeans and a cute top and some makeup and I am way more likely to get turned on.
- Chuck Bass.
- Naughty outfits. Short short shorts, a frilly skirt, whatever. Sometimes I need a wardrobe boost in the bedroom.
- Music. I wish I had my old "nookie playlist" from 1998.
- Fantasizing. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with letting your mind wander if it helps you get to where you need to go. I’m keenly aware of my physical response to fantasy/arousal. If I can’t get in the right headspace, my lady area does not cooperate.
- Intelligence.
- Laughter.
- Dudes all squirmy and tied up and stuff in action movies and whatnot. Um.
- I just slipped that one in there hoping no one would notice.
- Flirtation. I’m not talking nasty come-ons. But genuine, sweet flirtation? That makes me crazy. (In the good crazy way.)
- Surprise initiation. I love being pleasantly surprised by nookie suggestions.
- Compliments/touching. I spend all day being a mother. I use my body to nourish my infant and cuddle my preschooler. When it’s sexin’ time, it’s almost like I have to flip a huge switch and that switch gets awfully rusty and creaky. A kiss or hug or touch initiated by my husband is oftentimes exactly what I need to feel like ME instead of MAMA. Sometimes I’m so blown away by a random display of affection/desire that it dizzies me. I ache when I seriously consider how infrequently I get affection as a woman and not as a mother.
- WTF this list just got depressing.
- Also, boners.
- Like 3 million actors and actresses. Too many to list.
- Man-smell. Not like, armpit smell. Like shaving cream/deodorant./soap clean man smell.
- Erotic, arty photography.
- Having my hair played with or a light caress on the backs of my arms.
- My boobies. Except for right now. They’re on loan. Sigh.
- Random makeouts in public. Particularly with surprise tongue.

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Remember, to play along for prizes you MUST write on topic, you MUST include the badge to link back to Girl Talk Thursday, and you MUST include your post’s permalink in the Mr. Linky. Entries that don’t follow these rules will be deleted, yo. Many thanks to Eden Fantasys for letting me give away sex toys and share awesome gift certificates with the Girl Talkers.
This has been a blast so far, ladies.
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21 comments:
Love your list. You touched on a lot of things I left off. Except maybe the hockey players. But swimmers? Or soccer players? Rawr.
Hmm, I love music, dressing up and I love a little naughty conversation to get things going. RAWR!!!
Thanks for the pimp for my column lady!
I love, love -- LOVE -- that list. Also, as a mom of two with her breasts (and apparently libido) on loan it is so nice to remember that I DO like that stuff and it does/will turn me on.
I only had 3 months between breatfeeding and my second pregnancy, but those were good times. Can't wait.
Awesome list. I played along and did my own and it was way more fun than it should've been. It was nice to remember I'm more than a housekeeper/cook/warden, I used to actually have a life and a libido.
clean man smell does it for me every time.
Oh backs are my FAVORITE.
Link here too, in case of Mr. Linky death: http://www.missdisgrace.com/2009/07/girl-talk-thursday-turn-ons.html
I admit I also kind of like "not so clean" man smell, minus arm pit man smell.
And my entry link: http://wisermom.org/2009/07/turn-onz/
haha, the "slip in" is quite sexy itself.
Love your list! I forgot to put the clean man smell on mine!
What turns me on? A good night's sleep, lol.
Haha this list is inspiring, I am making my own now. Love it.
You all reminded me that I love man smell, even of the BO type.
I quite like your list, Maria :)
This was tough to read and write because as I'm doing that, I'm getting turned on!! It's amazing how such simple things make you ready to go!
I'm totally have a thing for EYES!
Oh, and JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE, he totally turns me on. LOL
And porn!
LOL, see you next week!!!
I participated today. :) It was fun. We also have some things in common when it comes to turn ons.
Dude I made a whole new blog so I can start participating in these. I did not list "the 2000 version of JCS's Judas when he wibbles", though.
You and I are on the same wavelength right now. Now this is a topic to talk about.
Every. Sinlge. Item. On your list. Tied up guys in action movies; yeah baby. Actually, tied up girls work for me too.
The sexy voice my husband uses when we're spooning. He lowers it in both pitch and volume <3
Hands. I had the biggest crush ever on this dork in high school because he had the sexiest hands ever. I would fantasize about those hands for hours. You know, back when I had a sex drive.
Greasy, sweaty, dirty men turn me on. Especially when they are wearing greasy, sweaty, dirty white t-shirts. This is the reason I make my husband take the vehicles to the mechanic instead of doing it myself. Who knows what might happen in that greasy, dirty, sweaty garage?
Okay, I'm going to go find my husband now.
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