What is turning me on and what is turning me off?

About a month ago, when dreams were still allowed, I talked to a friend about things or people that turn us on, that increase blood flow to our genitals. Surprisingly, I couldn't say exactly what I like, and it really got me thinking. 

Fantasizing about real men

Usually, women mention buttocks or eyes as the two most attractive attributes of the male sex. Yes, I also notice them when someone walks by, especially when a man's butt is tucked into too-tight jeans. I see it, but it doesn't turn me on in the slightest. Eyes? I don't think they're essential to me and I wouldn't tear up my clothes just based on the color of the eyes. 

After careful thinking, I came to the conclusion that I might be a little weird. I get goosebumps when I see attractive male hands and palms. I can't describe what these are supposed to be like. Neither muscular nor hairy, nor too gentle. Just the right size of working hands, which know how to handle a woman; the way the man moves his arms and holds the coffee mug. Even sexier are the hands that are actually doing something, even if they just tap on the keyboard in combination with the focused gaze of someone dedicated to his work. 

Maybe I fall for computer geeks or for men who work with computers. When I enter the bar where I often write, I first notice those who hide their faces behind the screen. Then I eliminate. And the delicious ones may find themselves in some of my fantasies as well. It's not about choosing the ideal man with whom I could live happily ever after. It's just a sex fantasy in which these men lose their faces but keep their hands. 

As well as those with tattoos, they are considered a big turn-on for me, especially those whose body paintings are a bit hidden behind the guy's shirt.

When the imagination fails

Sometimes I don't have time to daydream, or I've been locked in my room for too long to imagine sex with a stranger. That's when I turn on the pornography. But not everything is OK. 

I find it hard to watch a movie starring ill-favored porn stars. I am bothered by huge lips, tastelessly arranged false eyelashes, and yellow blonde curly hair in actresses. However, in actors, I am repulsed by an overly muscular body, white stockings, and excessive dominance. I also find it hard to understand why they wear shoes and why pornstars don't have a bit more artsy hairstyle downstairs - it is a movie, for God's sake! 

As for pornographic sex itself, I am mostly repulsed if a woman is working his manhood for twenty minutes of a thirty-minute film. Come on! Bored. I believe this may be interesting and exciting for men, but there would be nothing wrong with a man devoting himself to the female genitals within those twenty minutes.

As I found it damn hard to find pornographic movies on Pornhub that would suit me, I bought some Erika Lust movies. They are great; Well-shot movies, much better actors. Maybe it's to blame that a woman behind the wheel knows that we, women, watch these types of film and knows how to focus on the scenes that turn us on. I especially like to watch a woman on top or steamy foreplay with a man's head between a woman's legs.

I never liked amateur pornography. I saw a lot of them, and I gave up. Some couples have the sense to shoot the sex video. Most, however, are just tasteless reproductions of pornographic scenes. 

When I read what I wrote all over again, I feel like I'm just making it up. However, if I have the opportunity to choose what I will watch or imagine while masturbating, I don't want that to change at any time. That's when I'm in my world, in my wet kingdom.

As they say, "beauty is in the eye of the beholder."