Is it just me?

I see sex in everything.  Rough dirty sex, in everything. My very gay Pilates Instructor often gives me a wooden rod to hold as I move the reformer.  The other day after it was no longer necessary to hold he took it from me and started using it as a pointer.  As he touched this body part or that for emphasis, my mind started dreaming of ways to provoke him.  Could I push this man who has no interest in women, who seems docile in manner to strike me with that rod of his.  I found myself making unseemly jokes about the rod and its many assets.  I finally caught myself and had that mind conversation..... "Stop it you oversexual freak!" But still... I had to write about it.