10 Myths About Sex and Romance
#6 The goal in lovemaking should be mutual orgasm. This is another myth spread by movies, where all couples seem to experience the height of pleasure at precisely the same time …
#6 The goal in lovemaking should be mutual orgasm. This is another myth spread by movies, where all couples seem to experience the height of pleasure at precisely the same time …
What if there are hundreds of wealthy sugar daddies dying to throw their money at me so I can finally get front row tickets to RiverDance and they’ll pay anything for Michael Flatley to come out of retirement just for me?
This cannot be happening. Last week you fight off a happy ending massage and this week you’re going to be the victim of a foot-ectomy by a footless magazine salesman …
One night at the Peninsula I noted two gentlemen eyeing Glenna and me from a neighboring table.
If I were to think of our sex life as a Nascar Race, then there are some months that we go around the track quite a bit …
At 49 I’m just not ashamed of wanting to be attractive and even desirable anymore. I don’t care that some people may think desiring to be desirable is an affront to my husband and my marriage. Or that they may think I need to get a life and help build houses for Habitat for Humanity. Or that they may think I’m guilty of the 3 Vs. Vapidity, Vacuousness and Vanity.
A new study by the Journal of Sexual Medicine surveyed 902 people who practice kinky sex. This means BDSM (Bondage, Discipline, Sadism and Masochism) Then
Are Henry and I the next Grey Gardens? The latest in my Husbands and Wives Series. Lately, Henry’s been cooking mushy, formless, tasteless chicken. “Can
I am frequently mistaken for a priest. People confess things to me. I don’t ask them to tell me their secrets, but I must
Here I am with my first prom date. It turns out I was the only girl he DIDN’T kiss. I’d had a crush on him
I drink wine. Every day. Usually two glasses and lately it’s red. Henry eats bread. Every day. Sometimes at 2 in the morning. And lately
Trader Joes. That bastion of affordable wasabi peas, almond milk and hemp oil. That innovator of quality ingredients for everyday low prices. That hire-er of
Sunday Night. Midnight. Me: Henry, can you get out of bed and set the house alarm? Him: You were the last one in bed, you
This is the latest in my Husbands and Wives Series Me: “Let’s get a dog.” Henry: “We already discussed this. Dogs are too expensive. You
This is the latest in my Husbands and Wives Series: Me: Henry did you know that you spend about 85$ a week on buying salads
The latest in my Husbands and Wives Series. Me: “Henry. Are you awake?” He. Nothing. Me: “Henry. Are you awake?” He. Resting heart rate of
The Setting: The Peninsula Hotel lounge in Beverly Hills. Chic. Cloistered. Peopled with gorgeous women of a certain age (35+). My dear friend Glenna and
Sometimes It’s Not as Hot as We Think I first met Svetlana and her husband Magnus at my friend Caprice’s Family Fourth of July pool
Henry is outside as I type this, reading the first draft of a book I’m writing. It was quiet out there when I entered. His
I managed to convince Henry to marry me on May 27th, 2001. It only took me five years to get him to do it. Granted
The Huffington Post Women’s editor asked me to write this story, so she is entirely responsible for any lasting psychic trauma you may sustain after
I’ve caved in and am reading the Fifty Shades of Grey series. Henry has had to start taking vitamins to keep up with me.
Here Come the Pecs My friend Glinda turns forty mumble mumble mumble this month. I went to a morning surprise birthday party for her
I chose to date one or two … hmmm … how shall we say … “challenging” men? Yes. That was definitely my first word of
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