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Once I made the decision I wanted to have a more loving relationship with my man – I decided to look at myself first.
This ebook is a collection of my own musings on elements that have changed my lovelife into something quite blissful. I thought I’d better share…
I am surprised. I’ll be honest.
It even topped searches for porn. That’s kind of impressive. So it begs the question… Why?
Sexless marriage is such an issue. I mean why are married couples or even those in relationships not having sex. Or rather sex that rates a mention. I would have thought that is one of the factors you shack up with someone.. sex on tap. I know that’s why I got married. Access 24/7.
Wednesday is generally regarded as the hump day of the week.
The island. The half way point.
I look forward to Wednesdays and secretly regard them as my Wicked Wednesdays…
I’m talking Kegel balls / Ben Wa balls, call them what you like!
These balls are a tool to strengthen and tighten your pelvic floor muscles. They suit everyone, post childbirth or not. Not only that, they can also be regarded as a sexy toy to heighten your arousal levels. Hot.
My eyes stick on the broad shoulders bent over the sink, the flimsy white t-shirt clinging across the round bulgy bits that show he’s no lank.
His head arches down lost in the soap suds his hands are working. My mind sparks, memories that aren’t supposed to be there taking hold of my attention. My eyes eat it up and the familiarity sweeps up my emotions.
I mean who doesn’t want to have what happens in the movies happen in real life?!
Girl meets guy or guy meets girl on a bus, on a train, in the street – just in real life period. And you talk, you strike up chemistry and you go and get coffee or exchange numbers. Cool. Way cool.
My thighs niggle me with heat, my skin sticking to the leather and refusing to let me shift in the reading chair. The summer sun torments the roof, tired tin creaking and cracking the silence.
My body slouches back and I hoist my thigh over the side of the arm rest, letting one leg dangle free as a delicious hint of cool air creeps up my denim skirt.
Why is he sitting all the way over there?
I have this fascination with guy’s undies. The white fitted ones in particular. I can’t help it. I guess it’s all in the presentation and because I’m a girl, there has always been an element of the unknown contained inside that fabric. My husband thinks it’s a fetish that I can’t control, but… gawd…white fitted boyshort undies. Let me at him!
I know where to look. I know all the tricks; which mirrors reflect where and what can be seen from each.
My eyes blink off to the corporate girl pretending to be unamused with the pamphlet being turned over in her hand.
I don’t get it..?
What is she doing?
OK…so I meditated recently and pondered why do we care what others think of us?
I’m talking about the kind of care that really means stifling your spirit, or rather the living of your life to satisfy others.
Now that’s not what I call living your life for you.