Hot & Bothered

Love Potion for the Quickies

guest post by slippery mom

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!".

Positions Everyone!

By Jason G.

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.

Not That Hot, Mostly Bothered

Guest post by On A Pregnant Pause.

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.

My experience? Not so hot. Much more bothered.

Some jobs are better than others

By Jason G.

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.

Memory Lane

guest post by high heels

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.

These boots were made for...

guest post by high heels

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.

Neon Noodles Make Me Hot

by hot mama

Doesn't  this brighten a dreary February day?

Hanky Panky

by hot mama

There's nothing like a good spanky.

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).

Whattya Mean No?

by hot mama

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!

A Little Imagination Goes a Long Way

by Racy Red

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.