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For myself, no. I can't actually use my imagination during sex. It tends to distract me. Even if it is sex that I start out thinking of, my brain decides to take detours that were never intended to be detours, running over speed bumps, toppling construction cones, hopping sidewalks, mowing down bushes and trees, finding its way to cliffs and going over them at full speed, sprouting wings, and gliding into the great beyond until I'm thinking about melons or the dichotomy of 'left' and 'right,' instead of the ass squeezing my cock.