by ASHLEIGH MUTIMER
Show me someone who has never had a sexual fantasy and I’ll show you a liar.
Now, I know it’s not exactly a ‘around the dinner table’ topic of conversation but hey, this is our dinner table and we’re going to break some bread, pour some wine and indulge in a bit of over sharing.
So I’ll go first: My top three sexual fantasy partners are Mark Bouris (yes, really), George Clooney (standard) and Cary Grant – after he went grey.
And now to the sharing of what I’d like to do with them… You know, divulge the hot and steamy details to you, my close reader friend, my grandmother and the 600,000 others? Yeah, not so much.
Sorry but I just can’t do it. I can’t put pen to paper (well, I’m on my laptop but you get the gist) and admit to my sexual fantasies. Not to you guys, not to anyone.
What is it that makes us so afraid, why is this the one topics we simply can’t talk about? What is so embarrassing about something that’s completely normal?
By not talking about it, it’s easy to assume that you’re the only weird person who has naughty naked thoughts about Ryan Gosling on a jetty in the rain, with a glass of pinot noir and a puppy. (Not me I swear…)
The truth is: Everybody. Does. It.