
Benefits of Midlife Sex
“We’ve both gained a life ring around our middles; Eric’s lost his gorgeous hair and I’ve discovered hair in my nose …
“We’ve both gained a life ring around our middles; Eric’s lost his gorgeous hair and I’ve discovered hair in my nose …
“You can’t just run off to Sri Lanka, spending your days filming a documentary on the knitwear sweat factories while visiting opium dens in the evening.”
“I’d also leave my aged Beauty Rest mattress. A forensics team would find remnants of the married actor who showed up to rehearse a scene from “Two For the See-Saw” going commando under his sweats …
“What could my Mother’s Day gift be? A Spanx trousseau which would make me feel like a slatternly bovine, and render me affronted, so I could lambast my husband with the misplaced anger I feel about everything else in my life.
My breasts were really quite put out. I’d already extorted six months of breast-feeding out of them back in 2005 …
My first lover was Brandon Birmingham, captain of The Audacious, a merchant ship set for the Orient.
He’d mistaken me for a prostitute and had his way with me before he knew the truth…
It was still summer and the cock blockers were gone. I’d driven them at breakneck speed up to my mom’s in Santa Barbara. It was the first time they’d be away from home and we could have sex in every room of the house.
Look at That Handsome Face! I’m not sure what moon my cycle is in, or which lunar orbit is pivoting across the satellite of my
It was time. I could tell it was time because Henry — who usually traverses the house with the stealth of a Native American tracking
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“Henry. Henry, wake up! We have to consummate our marriage.” “No, we don’t!” “Yes, we do. Now come on.” “I can’t.” “If the musicians
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In honor of my little brother turning 40 today I’m reposting his love/life philosophies. The gift that keeps on giving. I love you, sweetheart!
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