The little blue pill

I recently acquired access to a dose of Viagra and have been toying with the idea of taking it.    From what I’ve read, most women don’t get much, if any, effect from the blue pill.  But I’m really just curious enough to try it–you know, in the interest of science and all.

Am I crazy???

The little things

Sometimes it’s the “little things” that make me the happiest in my relationship with my husband.  Just this past 24 hours he’s done two things that were so small, yet gave me such a thrill.

Looking for a little turn on?

So you’re sitting at your computer and you’re interested in a bit of titillation.  Where do you go?  Do you have a favorite sexy website?  Do you send a naughty email to your spouse?  Do you watch a youtube clip of a love scene from your favorite flick?  Or do you google search for pics of your favorite model/rockstar?

Do tell! 

why I love/hate my boobs

The other day I was weighing myself (I’ve been trying to lose a bit of weight) and on a whim I put the scale up on the kitchen table and weighed my boobs.  I have a kind of love/hate relationship with my chest.  I  love that other people find it attractive, but I hate how inconvenient it is to be ‘well-endowed’–clothes don’t fit so well, supportive bras are expensive, and there’s just the constant shoulder pain.

The Humiliation of Getting Caught

Is there a sound that makes your hair stand on end, your blood run cold?  For some, maybe it’s the clang of a cell door, or the crash of car metal, or the snap of broken bones. For me, it’s the sound of jingling keys.  Shudder.

 

Don’t get it?  Let me paint a picture for you with a song.

 

Sung to the tune of “Sixteen Going on Seventeen” from The Sound of Music:

 

She was 16 going on 17

We were home alone. 

Nobody there

To tell us beware, so

Soon we began to moan.

 

I was 17 going on 18

Both of us on our knees.

Bumpin’ and grindin’

Should have been mindin’

The sound of the jingling keys.

Does this happen to you, too?

Via xkcd:

Red, White and MILF

Via Salon…

The Myth of Simultaneity

I’ve had several virgins-till-they-married Mormons tell me that they were really frustrated sexually until they figured out that the attempt for simultaneous orgasm wasn’t worth it. Invariably one of the partners (usually the woman) gets frustrated. I suspect that the expectation of mutual O is because that’s the way it’s usually depicted by Hollywood and in romance novels.

IMO, it can pretty nice for couples to stagger their orgasms a bit so each partner gets the chance to take a turn at being in their favorite position or to be the center of attention.

Does this jive with your experience?

Beware of toxic chocolate

A consumer alert to those of you with lickables in your nightstand drawer–do make sure that they aren’t from China!

The Thrill of Almost Getting Caught

The worst thing about pre-marital sex is the guilt.

 

The best thing about pre-marital sex is the thrill of the illicit, the sneaking around, the excitement that comes with the risk of being discovered having sex in cars, or parking lots, or parks, or public bathrooms… of having sex unbeknownst to parents or friends in the next room.  It’s the thrill of almost getting caught.  Such excitement heightens what is already a very heightened mood.