Anna's Mind!

Either way, imagination is in there to some extent. From overt role play to the occasional image that flashes through the mind either when masturbating of when with someone, the brain seems to fuel the race to orgasm. 

I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately and, if I’m honest, even when deeply in the throes of passion with Emily, sometimes an image or event will flick across my mental hi-res screen that advances the cause or tips me over. It might be, for example, an image…something I’ve actually seen Emily do…perhaps masturbating in the garden when she thought no-one was home, (this is based on a real-life event) or her with her vagina stretched wide around a cock (again, real life) or perhaps her being used as the subject of a ten man bukake (something that has most definitely not happened in real life!) 

It’s made me think a lot about erotic imagery……for example, watch a porn film with the sound turned off. (Trust me…most of them are immeasurably improved if you do this) and ask yourself at what point what you see starts to be arousing, and, most important of all why.

I did this the other day as an experiment. I would gauge my ‘background’ horniness at around 3, given 0 as not horny in the least and 10 as ‘I’m about to cum’. I then found a well known porn site (the ‘blue’ one) and was confronted by my first problem. What type, of the many classification it has, to watch? Again, as I scrolled through the headers, I found imagery taking over and guiding me. 

When I settled on a video (a ‘lesbian seduction/first time scenario), sound muted, I began to watch. I had a notepad and pencil with me and hit pause every time something made me think, “That’s horny.” That moment happened first time when the ‘newbie’ came into shot. Hmmm why? There had been no sexual action of any kind, so what, as the saying goes, the fuck? The answer was in what she was wearing. It had been cleverly chosen to not be overtly erotic - no boobs or crotch on show, no sitting with her legs open, in fact her whole presentation was demure. She and her friend talks for a few minutes and then her friend went to bed, leaving our ‘virgin’ to sleep on the couch. Under a blanket, a hand travelled down and the anticipation of ‘will she/won’t she began. 

In fact, in the first ‘scene’, the other girl got up for a drink of water, saw her friend masturbating under the blanket, and pushed her hand into her own panties from the doorway. Intensely erotic, yet zero physical contact between them.

But something else was happening too. Miss Brain was filling in the answers to her own questions. For example, the girl masturbating invisibly on the couch. I had no idea if she was wearing panties, or even if she was shaved or trimmed. Miss Brain filled in the details…pale pink panties, stained in the crotch after travelling all day to her friend's home, a light, whitish discharge, still moist and wonderfully fragrant - and I found myself imagining her scent….pause here!

“Imagining her scent.” Try and describe a scent. Go on. I’ll wait. Let me give you a little task. Describe for me the scent of a rose. Now describe for me the scent of a different type of rose. I’ll make it easier. Describe for me a rose, now describe the scent of lilac. Almost Impossible, right? I ‘know’ Emily’s scent. I know Dani’s. I know Alison’s. They are all the same, yet uniquely different…and here, Miss Brain provided me with an intimate scent that was unique to the girl on the screen…and here’s the thing….when I got a shot of her friend masturbating in the doorway, hers was different too. 

Fast forward to Emily’s return. Hugging, kissing and bedding in that order. At one point, I was between her spread legs communing intimately at the altar of her love, and still erotic images based on…based on what? Nothing really….flitted through my brain. This vulva, this vagina my tongue was buried deep inside with semen in it. This vulva tasting not of Emily, but the chambermaid she fucked. Emily scissoring the girl and the girl cumming copiously over my wife’s sex. Now, that did happen while she was away….four times, in fact, (more on that next time) but she had showered since of course….nonetheless, Miss Brain filled in the dots nicely. 

So, I wonder, how much does imagery or ‘situational imagination’ play in your sex life? We all imagine things when we masturbate alone, but I wonder how much this influences or adorns sex with a partner. 

Discuss?