Lust.

The theme for Wicked Wednesday 321 is lust. I had promised myself I would enter into the Wicked Wednesday and Masturbation Monday memes more often, but I wasn’t prepared for the theme of lust. It would have been easy to write another fictional story for this, but I thought I’d write down a few thoughts about lust instead. 

I am a sex blogger. I write erotica. I have a very active sexual life with my husband. Lust should not be an issue, right? But I don’t want to talk about lust for my husband. Not because there is none – after twenty years together, I still feel lust for him – but because it’s much more interesting to talk about who I lust after besides my husband.

I don’t think I am a very typical person. There are not many instances in my life where I can say I really lusted after someone who wasn’t my husband. If I did feel lust, it was usually for another woman. (That it took me until recently to figure out I am bisexual is a mystery.) I don’t really get the whole fascination with men with hard rock abs, or chiselled features. I often feel a bit like the odd person out when my friends swoon over this or that celebrity. (Especially David Beckham, what’s with that? If you want me to lose all my desire to fuck, show me a picture of that man. Eek!)

But fear not. This is not going to be a whole article about how I never lust after someone who isn’t my husband. I’m not that boring. There is one person who can really get me wet just by looking at him. I almost feel silly saying it, because it’s so cliche and mundane, but I absolutely feel strong sexual feelings fro Jeff Goldblum. Not the young Jeff Goldblum from the first Jurassic Park movie (although I can appreciate his beauty even back then), but the current, older and distinctly more silver Jeff Goldblum.

It feels silly to be sexually attracted to a celebrity. I mean, it’s not like I even know Jeff Goldblum. What I know is from interviews and movies, none of which are actually representative of who the man really is. But lust isn’t logical. It doesn’t really have anything to do with whether you know the person or whether they even are a good person. Your body sees this person and produces a strong sexual response. As I said, just seeing a picture of Jeff Goldblum’s beautiful, kind face can make me wet.

I have to admit it’s kind of nice to have this sexual response. After all, as I said, I usually only felt lust for other women. I almost started to feel like something is wrong with me. Now I can join the hordes of other women who lust after celebrities. I finally belong! (Just kidding, I don’t feel the need to conform in any way.)

Having said all this, I was in London today and had a meeting near Tower Bridge and I did NOT go to see the Jeff Goldblum statue. That thing is a monstrosity that should never have been erected. I don’t care if Jeff Goldblum gives it a 10/10 Goldblums, it’s hideous. The face looks nothing like his gorgeous face. I am glad it’s only a temporary statue.

Anyhow, thanks for reading and go click on the button below to see a lot much better blog posts on the topic of lust, some so sizzling hot you may want to wait until you can wank before you read it. I especially want to give a shout out to two of my fellow Summer 100 participants, May Moore and E.T. Costello. Go read their stories too!