Is it too early in the morning to be thinking of sexual fantasies?
I woke up with an image in my mind, an image that I used to fantasize about a lot. I don't know why it came back to me this morning.
Back in the summer of 1992, the Olympics took place in Barcelona, Spain. The 10 meter diving platform was up on a hill. When the divers jumped off, it looked like they were soaring above the city.
My overactive 22-year-old horndog imagination had me on that platform ... at sunset ... getting it on ... with Greg Louganis. Unbelievably hot.
Is that so wrong?
So, here's my question ... when you were 22-years-old, where (and with whom) did you fantasize about having sex? [and, for those of you who aren't 22 yet, try to guess]