[The continuation of my Top Ten Turn Ons! Part One Here]

5. Words – This could move up to number one if I’m in the right mood. Words are my line of study and I try to surround myself with them as often as possible. The number of books I own has grown exponentially since my last bookshelf purge, and that includes three or four erotica short story collections. Literary erotica gets me so much pleasure, and if I’m feeling aroused and by myself, I like to immerse myself in it. I also think that an important aspect of flirting in this age of technology is TEXTING. I don’t mean “lol u r sxxxy” but “I’m sitting in class and I can’t stop thinking about the way you fucked me last night…” or “I’m so wet right now, it’s hard to concentrate on my work. ;P” I even like “Fuck me. Hard. Tonight.” All kinds of sexting is at your fingertips (literally), and I think it’s a great foreplay for foreplay. It’s a great way to communicate your desires to fuckbuddies and hook-ups without getting involved with shit like phone conversation or dating. I think it’s safe to say that any man or woman who can use words properly can be sexy with dirty talk (something I’m still working on myself, though), dirty texts, and dirty literature.

4. Music – You may not have noticed, but every single one of my titles is based on the lyrics of a song (except the HNT posts). Music is… passion. Music fuels so much of my life. Before being a creative writing major, I was a vocal performance major. I acted and sang in musical theatre in high school, I played violin from the tender age of five to the sullen age of fourteen, and music theory used to be one of my geeky joys (though I’ve forgotten most of it now). Imagine how bewildered and ecstatic I was when I realized the effect music had on me sexually! I know the exact moment, too. I was lying in bed, listening to “Palladio” by Karl Jenkins (the “diamonds” song – you can listen to a rockin’ version of it here while watching the very sexy eScala). I pictured myself as a grown woman, performing this song with my lover in the audience. The scene switched back and forth between the intensity of a soloist’s concentration, beads of sweat forming on her brow, and her romantic tryst after the concert as her lover pulled her upstairs to their dark New York loft and slammed her down on the bed, wild with lust after seeing her perform. The piece is a constant back-and-forth between the string instruments and my mind wandered back and forth from the concert hall to the narrow, sinful staircase. That did it – after that, every song had a story behind it. Classical music, especially, but then I melted into everything – jazz, big band, cabaret, musicals, and then I discovered club music, hip-hop, some rap, reggaton, salsa… I made playlists anticipating having sex to them – “I Lust You”, “seXXXy”, “Take Me”, “Tease”. I’ve never actually had sex to any of my playlists, though. It’s sort of a shame. But get me in a room with a low, dark beat and a sultry, sexy voice crooning some kind of taboo intimacy, and I have to grind against you until we both can’t take it.

If only I had an iPod…! I would love to combine music and sex with this or this.

[I have a longer post on music coming up... just getting my thoughts together about it!]

3. Intelligence – After the Engineer, I realized just how important intelligence was to me. It’s not just about your math skills, but let’s be honest, stupid people aren’t attractive. My High School Boyfriend was not the brightest and it ended up being part of our downfall as a couple (that, and the fact that I wanted sex a helluva lot more than he did).

Gotta’ face it, kiddos, you can’t have witty banter without wit. And half of flirting, in my opinion, is witty banter! Coyly throwing challenges at your opponent and weaving in subtle innuendo is another foreplay to foreplay (just like sexting!). But if I meet a guy in a bar, he’s cute, and all he can say is, “Duh, wanna’ go home with me?”, then it is NOT going to happen. And by meet a guy in a bar, I mean, you know, after my 21st birthday on Monday. ;P

2. High Heels/Stilettos – God… yes… As creepy as it was, I have to give Rocket Scientist credit for his appreciation of heels. I own at least twenty pairs of shoes, more than half of which are heels. I have black stilettos, dark red pumps, silver heels, black kitten heels (which are not my favorite pair because of how short they are, but I do love the word ‘kitten’!)… The ones I like best are my ‘Schoolgirl Heels’ – gray and black plaid with a sweet silver buckle (it just so happens they match my so-short-it’s-unfit-for-public-outings schoolgirl skirt, too).

I like girls who wear sexy heels. I like girls who wear stiletto-ed boots. I like the way a heel shapes my calves and makes my ass taut, pushed out, and pouty. I like leaving my heels on, especially with thigh highs and a garter belt. I don’t have the money to have a shoe fetish like Carrie Bradshaw, but I do have the desire for it. If I can help it, I never wear flats. School and work keep me in slip ons and sneakers, but for any other situation, I WILL ‘click-click-click’ down the hallway in heels.

And the number one turn-on for your sex-loving Coquitten…

1. ROUGH LOVERS – He slammed her up against the wall, pulling her head back by her hair so that his lips could smother hers. His other hand pinned her wrists above her head with sheer brute force, and she would have fought harder to free them, except that his knee shoved under her skirt and between her thighs was making her weak as it rubbed mercilessly against her soaked panties…

Okay, it’s not my best work of fiction, and it’s a little cliche, but give it to me like that I will dissolve into a puddle of cum. I want to be slammed and pressed and forced and twisted. I want to be tied up and taken advantage of, kissed hard, and fucked harder. Being roughed up makes me moan and I like that spank, that bite, that hair pull…

I don’t want a BDSM relationship. That lifestyle is not for me – even isolated just to the bedroom. And yes! I like to be the dominant one every once in a while! I don’t like to bleed, or bruise (at least… not anywhere visible ;P), and I definitely wouldn’t trust someone to play these desires out to the max unless I really knew them.

But I like to be taken, not coaxed, and seduction is better if your heart is racing. Being told what to do is a fantasy of mine that no one has really grabbed hold of and accomplished yet. I love the idea of teasing someone until they can’t handle it and subsequently losing control of the situation. Cocksucker! I don’t wanna’ fucking make love! I wanna get FUCKED by you!