No, those bizarre fantasies that pop into your head from time to time don’t make you a weirdo—they make you human.
It happens, and it’s terrifying. One minute, you’re sitting there dreading the duties of the day, and the next—BOOM!—from out of nowhere, you’ve got your mother-in-law bent over the dishwasher, giving her the backdoor business like you’ve never given anyone the business before. Not literally, obviously, but in your imbecilic, monkey brain, you’re going to Pound Town. It’s one of those rogue sex fantasies that often show up uninvited. They tend to immediately make a person wonder if there’s something psychologically wrong with them—like, are they fucked in the head or what?—and ponder whether it’s time to call a therapist before they slide headfirst into the greasy abyss of a certified sleazebag.
“I’ve thought about sex with everyone from the senior citizen fitness instructor at my gym to random homeless people.”
Justin
Shame kicks in soon after, steamrolling the frantic internal monologue where you try to assure yourself that you do not, in fact, want to do dirty things with your mother-in-law, and that you are still one of the good ones. You know, the kind of guy who pays his taxes, returns grocery carts to their designated corral and supports feminism without pretense. Once you get past the dry heaving, though, you might be pleased to learn that there’s probably nothing seriously wrong with you. Sexual fantasies have a habit of showing up unannounced and without much discretion. Just ask Justin from Indiana, who tells HUSTLERMagazine.com that his imagination has wandered toward just about anyone who’s crossed his path. “I’ve thought about sex with everyone from the senior citizen fitness instructor at my gym to random homeless people,” he admits.
