I’ve never really considered myself particularly boring or vanilla when it comes to sex. My partners have never complained and I’ve had plenty of mind-blowing orgasms. However, recently a guy asked me about my sexual fantasies and I realized something weird: I don’t actually have any.
- Is something wrong with me? I never thought there was anything wrong with me or my sexual appetite prior to being asked that question but now I’m doubting my own normalcy. If everyone has sexual fantasies that get them going, why don’t I? It seems like I’m missing some important piece of the sex puzzle and I don’t feel great about that.
- I love sex as just as much as anyone I know. I can’t stress that enough — I love sex. It’s literally one of the best things in life, so it would only make sense that I’d have a mind full of different sexual fantasies that I could bring with me into the bedroom. And yet, for some reason, I just don’t. I’m drawing a complete blank when it comes to the fictional world of weird sex.
- Fantasies seem weird to me. I really don’t get the appeal of having some elaborate story of a sex movie in my head that I may or may not wish to act out one day. I want to be able to experience everything great sex has to offer, sure, but it’s one thing to want to try new things and quite another to have a whole story made up for the soul purpose of getting turned on. It’s really not that hard to get turned on without an otherworldly fantasy.
- I think more about people I want to have sex with. I don’t picture myself in sexual situations but rather just having sex with people I’m attracted to. Whether it’s in a bed, a car, or even the middle of the woods, what really gets me going is the guy I’m into, not just some hot nameless dude that I want to play the male lead in an adult sex movie in my head.
- Maybe I’m vanilla when it comes to sex, after all. I can get pretty wild in the bedroom, don’t get me wrong, but sexual fantasies are sort of the epitome of adventurous. I’ll have sex pretty much anywhere but I don’t really think about crazy wild sex unless it’s happening or I’m sexting about it. It’s not something I have saved in my head for a rainy day.
- I have a great imagination. I’m a writer, so my imagination is pretty top notch. Still, when it comes to letting my imagination take me to a sexual fantasy, it just doesn’t happen. I have no idea why. It’s just the way I am.
- I just don’t have any fictional sexual situations that turn me on. Anything I can think of that really gets me going is incredibly realistic. A nice romp session under the stars in the middle of nowhere or hot sex in the bathroom in the middle of my work day are things I can get on board with thinking about. When it comes to being ravaged by a fireman after he saves me from a burning building? Nothing.
- What’s hot about fake? There’s nothing sexy about a situation that, more likely than not, is never going to happen. I don’t have any sexual energy to put towards thinking about sex I’m never going to have. It just doesn’t make any sense to me.
- They’re always so out there. I’ve heard the weirdest things on TV shows and movies when it comes to weird fantasies. Things to do with centaurs or alien men or women seem to be up there in the fictional fantasy pool so it makes me wonder if that’s what real life people have sex dreams about. I could never get going thinking about either or those sexual situations because although I love to get weird in the bedroom, that’s just too out of control for me.
- I could be a prude, but I highly doubt it. I’ve done a lot of different things and I’m not shy when it comes to sex, so I really don’t think that I’m less experienced or not wild enough to get down with fantasies. I just don’t have any myself. Maybe I will one day, but for the time being, I’m good with just normal, run of the mill crazy and hot sex.
