There was a time when just about any movie would be enough to get me going. I didn't need porn when Notting Hill would do the trick! It didn't matter if it was a chick flick or an action film or a drama. Sitting on the couch, with the lights dim and the movie rolling, would generally be enough to get me into a state that would not allow for the end of the movie to be seen - at least not without a short fuck-break.
Now that I've been settled into married life for 6+ years and have watched a ton of movies with my husband, they don't seem to be nearly the aphrodisiac they used to be. ::sigh::
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