Where fun and fantasy meet....

In a conversation with an old friend recently, he disclosed that I have been masturbation fodder for him. We haven't seen each other in....13 years? But I am flattered. Seriously flattered. Because who doesn't want to be fantasized about?

And it made me wonder....is this normal? Does everyone think about previous partners from time to time while 'doing the laundry by hand' or while 'combining loads' with a current partner?

Me, not so much. I have fantasies, sure, but they don't usually involve anyone from my present or past. They're more fictional, maybe loosely based on someone I know/knew from time to time. Don't get me wrong - I have plenty from my wild'n'wooly past that could be quite good as fantasy fodder. But I tend to think about those escapades while I'm stuck in traffic. It's way more fun than wondering if i can keep my foot off the brake for more than 2 seconds. And you know that no one else is having dirty little thoughts like the ones I'm enjoying while I inch down the highway.

My previous post was the end-of-year sex quiz, and one of the question is if you would entertain one more night with someone from your sexual past. For me, of course, the answer was yes. It's a short list, but a good one. Which got me to wondering - would you rather have one more night with someone from your past, or a lifetime of fantasizing about him/her? because a lot can change in 5...10...15...20 years, you know? I am certainly not the same as I was when I was barely legal. And of course HE has changed. I'm sure of it. So is it better to keep him young and hot and ....perfect.... in my fantasies, or to have my hands on him just one more time in his current state, whatever that is? (and I certainly can't ignore the fact that some guys actually get better with age. waaaay better....) But what if that one night turned out to totally suck? Is that the last memory i'd want to have of being with him? Or is it better to just keep him young and hard in my garage, with his hand down my pants, fingering me for the first time on a warm June night?

I just don't know.