The Magnificent Jimmy Jane Candle Warm massage oil being dribbled onto and lovingly massaged into my tired naked body. This was the thought that I’ve fantasized, perhaps obsessed, about all week.
It's week #2 of my Six Month Sex Challenge. As a sex educator my entire MO is for women to ask for what they want in the bedroom. Therefore I remember it being crucial in this challenge for me to set the ground rules that sometimes 'sex' would be about what I wanted. What I didn't count on was that putting these expectations into place would be complicated. Meaning I had to put my foot down and make it happen which was unbelievably frustrating. Three years later, I'm glad I set this precident in our relationship.
This past July I appeared on the Marilyn Denis show with three other (fantastic!) experts to do an hour long show on women's sexuality and learned something new from every segment. A big shout out to Marilyn Denis for putting this show together!
I was volunteering at my son’s playschool when his teacher announced that the kids were going to start their Mother’s Day gift. Under my breath I said, “Do you know what I really want for Mother’s Day?”
The other mommy volunteer must have heard me because she chimed in with, “Time to myself!”
Smiling at her I got into the Mother’s Day fantasy, “A full day at the spa, with a bunch of people waiting on my every need.”
Picture this: you're having a really (REALLY) stressful day. Work is crazy, kids are crazy, making supper is crazy, partner is crazy. You get the picture.
What can you do to calm down? Well, in the Victorian Era (the late 1800s), women would go to their doctor and get a 'genital massage.' Yes, you read that right. The doctors would get these women off to a point of orgasm to help with their hysteria.
It was believed the sexual release would treat emotional or mental problems.
Ask anyone to name a sex book and The Kama Sutra will inevitably be in their top five. The irony of the original Kama Sutra is if you've read it cover to cover, which I have, it's an incredibly dull and tedious book.
“So when are you two going on your next date night?” My mother innocently asked.
My two toddlers were screaming in the background and I could hardly hear what she was saying so I responded with a distracted, “You’re right Mom. It’s been months since we’ve had a night out. STOP HITTING YOUR BROTHER RIGHT NOW! Soon Mom, really soon.”