I'm trying to think of a good confession - one that's interesting, hopefully a bit salacious, but one that won't make you think I'm an utter freak.
...how about this one.
For about a week, as a teen, I was spending a week at the home of a friend of the family in California. They had a really large, really nice home - swimming pool, hot tub, billiard room, the whole nine yards. They had me set up in the apartment above the garage which, although it was a pleasant bedroom (with its own bathroom), had become something of a dumping ground for things they didn't want in the house, but hadn't decided to get rid of (yet).
One of the things that cluttered up that large room was a fainting couch. And tossed on top of it in somewhat of a haphazard fashion was a bearskin rug - the old kind, with the bear head on it and everything. Being a horny teenager, I think it was my second day there that I decided to try stripping naked and laying on it while jerking off. (And yes, I was careful not to cum ONTO the rug - I wasn't a philistine.) But I found it unspeakably awesome. I don't know why, exactly, but the additional feel of the fur on my naked body seemed to nudge things forward. Maybe I was subconsciously already looking forward to having sex with hairy guys - if so, I completely missed the hint.
But ever since then, I've had it in my head I'd love to get a bear skin rug - even a fake bear skin rug - just to have sex on.
Lex