The Ken Starr report still gets me hot. Powerful man with a southern accent, check. Secret flirting in public, check. Conducting business mid beej, check. Cigar mid beej with penetration, check. Come all over my nice dress... figuring out how to sneak out, check. I'll skip the Linda Tripp and public scandal parts, please.
Although I obviously can't fulfill the exact fantasy, the themes it offers have been my top triggers since before I understood what triggers are. As far as I can tell, it's the first time I was ever presented with the sexy archetypes (older man, cheating, boss crushes, secret affairs, etc) that I've rubbed off to and chased since I decided sex was cool and not some super secret shameful thing that we suffer and sin through to make babies.
Apologies for the run on sentences. I'm less articulate when my panties start twitching.