Hypnosexuality.

The hypnosis fetish is one of those weird little things I feel pretty neutral about, like a hair fetish or a wool fetish: not my thing, but hey, nothing wrong with it.

Lately I've been listening to hypnosis mp3s--not fetish hypnosis, just general guided relaxation that helps a little with reducing stress and getting to sleep. And it's the damndest thing, they make me horny. There's no sexual content, but somewhere between "you feel your muscles getting very loose" and "focus on your breathing, in and out," I just get suddenly ravenous for cock. (This also increases my impression that the mp3s work, because when I unpause and finish the recording again a few minutes later, boy am I more relaxed!)

It's possible that I have a secret hypnosis fetish that was in me all along, but this seems unlikely. I certainly do have a fetish for unnervingly calm, deep-voiced men telling me exactly what to do. More importantly, though, I think I walk around with a lot more stress than I realize and it affects my sex drive more than I realize. Simply going through the actions of methodically relaxing, of putting away the blood and sirens (okay, the barf and yelling) of the day and focusing on me and now wakes up my potential enormously.

So this quirk with the hypnosis mp3s lead me to to an important platitude for my "real", partnered sex life: relaxation matters. It's the difference between "well, my body's doing its thing, but what am I really doing here?" and "OH HOT DIGGITY YES." And sometimes the stress I'm under is invisible to me until it goes away. I can come when my mind's elsewhere, my vagina's reliable like that, but it's so much better if I can really be there when I come.

I don't really want to have sex with hypnosis, but I could definitely use some "not trying to go directly from work to sex and rush everything like crazy"pnosis.