There was a debate in my head about what to the title of this post; I played with "Lube Jobs" or "How to get Slippery when not Wet" but decided that crude wasn't the right way to go on the topic of lubricants - instead I'd emphasize the fun with lubricant "potions" for the challenging times.
Lubricants are a fun addition to our romps, because when it comes to our romps, time is of the essence. Time is rarely on our side since the wee one doesn't give us much privacy, and if I need to add something to nature in order to get things going fast and smooth, I say "slick me up baby!".
Everyone has a favourite position for sexual intercourse. Sure variety is the spice of life and to move around the bedroom, kitchen, closet at work, limbs mixed up like a fleshy pretzel is a great way to spend an afternoon. But everyone has a reliable sexual position, that in the dank recesses of their mind, they know hits the mark every time. I like to call this the “goto” position.
I am a visual person. I like the look of sex to enhance the pleasure of sex. This makes my goto position the horribly named “doggy style” position. Now allow me to expand on this a bit over the collective “duhs” emanating out there.
Last year, another Toronto mom
wrote a post for Hot & Bothered about the joys of sex while
pregnant. She talked about how her "whoremones" were pumping, about how
she enjoyed her "sexond trimester," on so on. It seems she had a rather
hot & bothered pregnancy, by anyone's standards. I must admit, I
read it, eyes wide and jaw swinging around my knees, amazed and more
than a smidge envious at how wildly (apparently very wildly, nudge
nudge) different this was from my pregnancy with my first child a
couple of years before. And this time around, the same thing applies.
I don’t remember my first blow job. I really wish I did. For no other reason but to store it, along side my awkward virginity loss moment (or minute, whatevs) for future jocularity reasons.
But I don’t – and in a recent quick poll of some of my female chat friends – they remember giving their first blow job – but do not remember the first time their partner went down on them. To dig deeper into this cornucopia of information, two out of the three remembered the act, but not the person. The third admitted that all of her first times were with the same person, so while she does not remember specifically the cunnilingus part, she is convinced it was with the same dude.
Angie Dickinson once said of her relationship with Sinatra "You always
desire somebody, but you can live without them". Ain't that the truth.
Before
the welcomed bonds of monogamy and life-long love, I loved one night stands
without commitment. Remember that old adage about prostitution: how you
pay hookers to leave? Well one night stands were attractive to me for
the exact same reason: no commitment.
The first time I read Hot & Bothered, it was a post by sex kitten called "After School Special". It totally made me giggle like the innocent vixen she portrayed. That's cool in my books.
In my boudoir, the alter-ego of choice isn't a Catholic school girl uniform though I'm sure that it would most certainly produce wood. My little secret life falls into the more smutty realm of things. My man loves high heeled boots and the woman who wears them.
It took me so long to ask hot daddy to spank me. It was something I had fantasized about for years, but never dared asked anyone to actually do. I finally got up the nerve one night after several cocktails and a jacuzzi (funny, I'm only blogging about spanking after several glasses of wine and a jacuzzi).
It is much easier to write a sex blog when one is actually having sex.
I need to have more sex this year.
But it doesn’t help my ego that my husband just turned me down for a quickie. WTF?
Of course, intellectually I know the stereotype of the always-randy, every-ready male is neither realistic nor fair. But I still expect it, and I’m disappointed in my husband when he disappoints.
Anyone else have this problem? I’d like to hear from the men, too!
It was just a typical night, I was surfing the web while the husband clutched the remote tightly and flicked through the channels. Occasionally we'd ask one another a question, never really paying attention to the answer or looking at one another. Having lived together for almost half of our life spans, there is very little romance left under this roof.
Jason is a lover and a fighter who often lets his inner voice speak on
topics normally reserved for the bedroom. Under the table leg kicks from
his wife are often, actual sex less so, but he concedes that with two
small children, quality easily makes up for quantity of sex in his crazy
household.
Racy Red is a thirty-something married momma to three. She believes time well spent is time getting Hot N'Bothered. She loves mattress dancing with her man in (and out) of their home west of T.O. After all, sexercise does a body good.
There was a debate in my head about what to the title of this post; I played with "Lube Jobs" or "How to get Slippery when not Wet" but decided that crude wasn't the right way to go on the topic of lubricants - instead I'd emphasize the fun with lubricant "potions" for the challenging times.
