When I'm sick (very rarely, but occasionally), I'm completely content with balling up in a blanket and sleeping off any ailing feelings. If I don't have to be anywhere or need supplies, I'll only get up to eat and use the restroom. Nothing else matters.
As far as sex thoughts goes, it depends. There are times when all I CAN think about is sex. It's not so much as 'number of times', but how long the thought is. Almost all the women I put eyes on, those that are reasonably hot at least, I've had mental sex with them. Even the ladies on Eccie. If I've EVER, at any time, looked at your showcase, somewhere in my cerebral database, there's a moment where we are doing the naked tango. Ladies, if out of nowhere you suddenly get a little tingly down there, feel free to think, "Dammit! Is Rambro mentally fucking me again!?! Bastard! I oughta charge his ass for this!"
Then again, there are times where I hardly ever think about it, particularly if I'm engaged in a task or something completely far out from sex, like washing dishes or housework. So, when I think about it, I REALLY think about it. When I don't, I'm nowhere close to thinking about it.
Then a big booty walks by...of course, meaning I have to mentally tap that ass. And so it begins
True Story!
