[Turn Me On - Norah Jones]

Getting ready for bed last night, I swept my hair into a high ponytail (think of the title character from “I Dream of Jeanie”), and I realized I found that high ponytail really, really sexy. I like to look at girls who have their hair pulled back high and tight, either in buns like ballet dancers, up and loose to keep their neck cool while they work out, or that genie hairstyle (which practically screams “submission”, by the way). I realized it was kind of an odd thing to find arousing, but there you have it: girls with high ponytails turn me on. Provided the rest of them isn’t decked out super eighties.

So, I thought about making a list of all the things that turn me on. My mind raced and the list was about a mile long before I could even get my hand down my pants. I realized the list would be so long and elastic that to really do my turn-ons justice, I would have to update and re-link to it every single week! Solution? A Top Ten! And high ponytails didn’t even make the cut!

Here you are, 10-6:

10. Rain/Thunderstorms – I think I like to be scared. No, really. I hated thunderstorms when I was a little kid, but my parents (being of the science variety) would sit me down in front of our giant glass window and gently talk me through the phenomena of lightning, thunder, and storms. I didn’t jump any less at the CRACKA-BOOM, but I did get a thrill counting the seconds after lightning struck and anticipating the coming noise.

Somewhere in my pubescent years, I began to fantasize about having sex during a thunderstorm. The sweaty, sticky summer monsoons were perfect fodder for this – it was warm enough to want to be outside in the rain, drenched from head to toe, and it was still dangerous and thrilling enough to see and hear the volley between light and sound. Past boyfriends of mine know I start squirm the moment dark clouds fill the air, aching to be outside, pressed against someone else, and absolutely dripping wet. Needless to say, I’ve spent some summer nights cooped up inside and frustrated beyond belief.

9. Blonds – Here’s a strange one, mostly because I never anticipate liking blonds. My ideal man is medium height, stocky and muscled, the color of cafe-con-leche, and has deep brown curls. But the majority of my boyfriends and lovers have been blond and blue-eyed! My first two boyfriends were tall, skinny blonds, the Russian is a wild-haired, sandy blond, the Firefighter is a stocky, muscled blond, Engineer is blond… Excepting for when I went through my Arab phase (with THE Ex and the couple lovers I had that stemmed from that circle), all my great sexcapades have been with delicious, light-haired men!

I haven’t had any female lovers yet, so I don’t know what the trend will be. I tend to fantasize about brunettes, but the girls I like best have been from my blonde-filled guilty pleasure (The Girls Next Door – Hugh Hefner’s former three girlfriends, Bridget, Holly, and Kendra), and my sapphic dream was a blonde, too.

8. Being Held From Behind – THE Ex used to sidle up behind me, snake his arms around my waist, and press me to him. I don’t know if it was because it was so possessive or if I just liked the intense closeness and way our bodies fit together, but I loved it. Held like this, I would feel him grow hard against the soft curve of my ass, and that felt powerful. At the same time, there was a tantalizing feeling of being powerLESS because he would have such a tight grip on my body from there. I never felt unsafe, mind you, just… dominated. I loved standing like that with him; on his balcony, against his car, wherever.

7. Spanking – I suppose this one could fit into some of my other turn-ons, but I think it warrants its own category. I feel let down if I’m being taken from behind, my ass round and pushed out into the air and it isn’t being spanked. I have a BOOTY and my curved white cheeks like attention. Doggie style feels great for lots of reasons, but it feels better if there’s a red handprint blooming on my skin.

Other times I also love being spanked: Making dinner with someone in the kitchen. A quick, hard slap as Doorman passes me in the server station at work (“Take it,” he barks when I mew a fake protest). Any moment that I have to bend over (provided I have enough balance so I don’t faceplant). Straddled on top of a guy with his cock plunged tight in my pussy. In the shower (water makes it sting a little more and the noise is quite a bit louder). It’s never been done to me, but I’d love to be ‘punished’ as a bad girl and held over someone’s knee (we talked about it, the Firefighter and I, but I think it weirded him out because he was already a father and I was already so much younger than he was). Anytime!

6. Muscle Cars – Guilty. I love fast cars. I love sexy, sleek cars. I know jack shit about engines or models and makes, but I know when it revs with a loud purr and shines from babied care that I like it. THE Ex had a gorgeous car. It was his ‘other’ girlfriend – black and orange, loud and fast. You may not believe me, but I liked cars before that. I collected Hot Wheels and Matchbox Cars and I constructed car models when I was bored on the weekends in high school. But it was THE Ex’s car which absolutely slicked my panties.

When I first met him, I had no idea what his car was like. In fact, it was broken down on the side of the road that night (he fucked up the clutch). I’m throwing that in as my disclaimer that I do NOT judge men by their cars. If I’m attracted, I couldn’t care less. But as a bonus… Mmm… THE Ex took me out one night knowing that I was a sucker for a fast drive. We were broken up at the time, and he wanted to get back together. His strategy worked. We flew down the street, my heart pounding, his eyes constantly flicking in my direction to see my reaction, the speedometer wavering past 120, 130, 140… It only went up to 160, and it fluttered past that for a few seconds before the stretch of straight, unpoliced highway ended and we had to slow down. I felt oversexed before he even touched me. It was amazing.

Camaros, Trans Ams, Mustangs… everything turned my head after that. I’ve calmed down a little bit, but I still look in car windows to see if the driver is as sexy as the machine.

Beginning with 5, the countdown to 1 will follow shortly!