The rare occasions wherein someone else has done something which has turned me on have been mostly flukes. The other person did not realize that what they were doing was arousing for me. Even if I let them know, they still don't really understand; they don't have an intuitive grasp of how things do and do not affect me, and how I might react to other stimuli. And even though it may feel good at the time, being aroused, it is disappointing afterwards, realizing this. Realizing that there is no true mental connection between us. That it is all just in my head. That it is hardly any different from having fantasies of my own, in my head.
Perhaps this is normal for other people too. Perhaps it is as normal as accepting that we as humans unfortunately are not telepathic and never will be.
Perhaps this is normal for other people too. Perhaps it is as normal as accepting that we as humans unfortunately are not telepathic and never will be.