Last month an article on the website Health.com touted “Getting Risky” as one of the best ways to have a truly phantasmagorical orgasm. The article suggested couples try hiking in precipitous climes as the kind of risk one might take in order to have an orgasmic whopper. Unfortunately, all this brought to mind for me …
The other night I stopped Henry in the midst of our mating ritual. “What are you doing?” I asked. “I’m kissing you,” he replied. “But why are you kissing me so softly?” I demanded. “I’m being gentle,” he explained. “I want you to be gentle in life, but not in bed,” I instructed. Henry groaned …
It hath come to pass that I am madeth aware, yet again, of a marital sex epiphany. Henry will, from time to ignominious time, refer to me as, and I quote, “SWEETUMS.” Sweetums bakes things. She crochets tea cozies. Cats adorn her. Her vagina resembles the dry, sun-baked, inhospitable terrain that greeted Clint Eastwood in The Good, …
Sex is ubiquitous online, in advertisements, on TV, in films, in our everyday lexicon and here in this column. The subject that was strictly taboo mid-20th century is aggressively everywhere. Which is why I want to write today about the sexiness of not having sex. I read a fascinating article in the New York Times …
