So here's the thing. It's easy for me to get burned out on certain things. Sex being near the top of that list, (sun-dried tomatoes are the top). In order to bring you the best sex advice/tips/ideas/thoughts, I surrounded myself with articles and movies and books. I became a sex writer. Which is something that I never aspired to. Not that there's anything wrong with that, just...surprising.Enveloping myself in sex culture was a little much for me. I'm just a regular gal. I'm not super sexual, don't need to screw all the time. Never been one to masturbate in traffic. I was merely entering a sort of post-partum-apres-thirty sexual awakening and found I wasn't alone. And it was amazing to share that time with two of the most incredible ladies I've ever known. And if you're okay with it, we're gonna get back on the stick, so to speak...or literally.
Shit has happened, the game is changing. Divorces and vasectomies and abortions! Oh my!
Stay tuned, it's gonna be a bumpy night!
i like to call it "dirty thirties"
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