Turn Ons: What didn’t turn me on?
Turn Offs: It left me with the female equivalent of blue balls!
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I had just enjoyed a cocktail at Blue Smoke which I thought would be the perfect foreplay for popping my cherry at the Museum of Sex. But I hadn’t even made my way through the museum boutique before my heart started racing and my palms started to sweat. There I was all alone; hot and bothered amongst a sea of couples engaged in PDA. I feigned nonchalant as I perused exhibits of all kinds of in-your-face sex; from Picasso pencil drawings to on-screen scenes of blow jobs and penetration with full audio! Who was I kidding? Arousal was inevitable. This wasn't an intellectual experience about the history of sex, desire, erotica, taboo and porn. It was a multi-sensory reminder that I was single and horny! And visceral proof of my innate need and natural desire for unrestrained carnal pleasure!
Who knew I could be so turned on by an art installation of fucking robots? Or girl-on-girl photos from the 1930s before bikini waxes were popularized? Or anime? Or explicit comic strips? Or a masturbating Homer Simpson? It was an odyssey of sheer voyeuristic pleasure!
Needless to say, I left the Museum of Sex feeling teased and tormented; reminiscing about the times when sex was more than mere fantasy or a solo act. So I headed downstairs to the museum's underground bar, Oral Fix, to cool off with one of their aphrodisiac “potions”.
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