Hmm, Steve Brookstein. Okay so he's a bit hamster-cheeked (I can't talk), but when he smiles - phwoar! All in agreement please say AYE in the comments below.
Question for you - what (innocent) pastime would you like to enjoy with your fantasy hunk / arm furniture?
For me, thinking of Steve (and lets hope to GOD he doesn't backtrack and find this) I would want to sit on a warm sandy beach, both stark naked, and start off by making sandcastles.
Forgive me - the other half has been away since Monday lunchtime and my libido is all backed up.
Perfect picnic? Hot chunky chips (thats 'fries' to you Americans), peaches and a bottle of beer.
Ooh I'm off to take my cross eyed, slavering grin into the kitchen until the fantasy dies. Thats my black hole of erotica, the kitchen, where nothing that puts stars in my eyes can survive amongst the domestic reality. I guess that means that even a cold bowl of greasy washing up can be handy sometimes.
Phwoar, grrr, hmmm, ooh, yeah!