I havent chimed in the stuff that drives me wild yet.
Cologne on a guy, not too much, but just enough to get a whiff, can drive me wild and make me go weak in the knees.
When my man dresses up for a night on the town, esp when he wears his black collared, button down silk shirt, my pulse starts racing. We went out last night to the 406 club and watched the Redsox play and it was all I could do to not jump him.
Hot breath on my neck, followed by a slow, sensious nibble.
The "just wait until we're alone in the bedroom" look
When he gets dominant. ooooh I love that