The sight of an eager woman's face as her lips are hungrily wrapped around my hard shaft is one of the sexiest things that I can imagine. Verrrry stimulating all by itself, even if the obvious stimulation going on weren't already going on.

But what if I couldn't see it? I don't mean what if my eyes were closed, but if they were open, viewing something else, something much more mundane, while the rather unmundane sensations flowed without their usual visual aid.

For some odd reason, I find myself pondering the scene of myself seated in a chair, sitting closer to the seat's edge than usual so that I can angle my upper legs downwards a bit, leaning forward over a table or desk with a perfectly normal mundane view before me such as a laptop computer or book or whatever. Completely outside my eyes-open view, a woman sits or crouches between my separated knees enjoying her very wet and both lips- and tongue-enabled taste-fest on my very hardened and rather excitedly pulsing shaft. I can't see her at all. I see this perfectly everyday view of the desk's top in front of me, no visual hint to correspond with the incredible wash of sensation flooding upwards and all over from down there. Perhaps I can hear a bit of the slurping, the shifting, maybe a moan or two (other than my own), but no visual indication that anything arousing is going on. And on. And on.

Would the disconnect between the everyday normalcy of my visual view above the desk and the electrifying contact going on below somehow change my overall perception of the latter? Would it feel stronger, more stark, because of the physical sensation's disagreement with the visual? Would it feel less strong because that amazingly stirring visual is missing?

Why is this the thought that wandered by to hang around with me this evening?