From the time that I was little, I knew that I wanted to write books. All kinds of books.Saturday, August 16, 2008
And So, The Story Begins...
From the time that I was little, I knew that I wanted to write books. All kinds of books.So How Ofter Are Moms Having Sex?
Not surprisingly, Moms don't have sex all that often. So it's nice to know that when my husband whimpers that he's not getting enough action, I can say with confidence:64% of Moms are having sex about 0-3 times a week
26% of Moms are having sex about 3-5 times a week
5% of Moms are having sex about 5-10 times a week
And, 2% of Moms are having sex about 10 + times a week
If anyone is interested, I fit into 3 of the 4 categories, depending on the week. But, I checked off 5-10, although my husband begs to differ! He thinks we belong in th 0-3 category, lol.
Mama of Romance
xoxo
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Friday, August 15, 2008
Sexy Tip #5 For Moms
Think Condiments.An Unfavorable Love Affair
Almost all men do it. But, that doesn't mean that I want MY husband to do it.
When it comes to sex, be it radio, TV, or the web, you can be assured that my husband is drawn to it like a dog on a walk having to pee on every tree.
I'll be cleaning up the kitchen, wrapping up for the day, and he'll be in front of the TV watching something about sex. Whether it's Sex TV, the Man Show, or a soft core kind of porn.
To me, it's like he'd rather pay attention to other naked, or semi-naked women than his own wife. It makes me feel unpretty, unloved, lonely, and turned off because it makes me think of him as...well a gross sex obsessed man.
It's like a love affair.
Except there's no love in the equation, literally.
I don't understand how some women enjoy this kind of thing, and get turned on. I don't see the point, or enjoy at all watching other people having sex.
Unless it's sex in romantic movies, when the sex is more about making love because they are in love.
Not to knock the billion dollar sex industry, or anything!
But, the fake, just for the camera, shaved chests and privates, fake moaning, oiled up bodies, corny dialogue, fake boob-kind of sex just grosses me out.
I'm interested in my husband, the love of my life, and no one else - no matter how big their boobs, or their -you know what.
So why do men do this? Why are they so drawn?
Is it because they think that the grass might be greener on the other side? Because they don't get enough sex, or the right kind of sex?
Am I that inadequate?
After too many glances of boobs, behinds, and my husband sitting on the couch doing absolutely nothing, I told him what would happen if he chose to keep it up.
I explained how it made me feel, and that it was his choice.
If he expected me to want to be turned on by him, and be ready to jump into bed with him, he was going to have to figure out some other kind of foreplay than fake boobs plastered all over my living room TV screen.
So it's the fake boobs, and the sex on the TV, OR it's the REAL deal laying in his bed waiting for him. His choice.
Man, I sound mean.
Here's my justification though:
He doesn't much like when I talk about how his Grandma just had to have a hysterectomy, about how I had to handle a huge poopy diaper explosion earlier that day, or about anything non-sexual right before we make love, so why should I have to suffer through what I don't find as a turn-on before we get into bed with each other?
All I have to do is say is "vasectomy," and his you know what shrivels into a little wet noodle.
I believe that in a marriage, you try your best to look after your partner's needs.
His needs are sex. I need romance, and then sex.
Fake boobs, fake sex, and all that fake stuff is not my idea of a romantic way to be seduced.
Let's just say that my husband hasn't been having sex with the TV any more, at least not before bed. He prefers the REAL version instead, thankfully.
Mama of Romance
xoxo
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Thursday, August 14, 2008
And He Wonders Why I Call Him a Pervert
It's breakfast time. We're sitting at the table together as a family.Featured Post: Mom of 5...Still Feeling Young and Sexy
Hey, he might be tired too. Try imagining about the quickie you had while you're burping the baby for the 50th time....it just makes the day so much more manageable.Ever Slept With a Monster?
I despise waking up already in a bad mood. I'm an extremely positive person, and so I like to shake off any "grumpiness" a.s.a.p. if there is any.But, this morning....was a little harder than normal not to want to stomp around my house like a grump myself.
I slept with a monster last night.
You see, the monster made outrageously loud groaning noises, and covered my pillow with an oozy substance, no not what you're thinking...
It's tentacles wouldn't stop reaching over to grab at me, coming from all different directions; touching my breasts, and poking me up the bum.
I'm assuming it was a "He" because it reminded me exactly of my husband.
That perverse monster had some nerve!
I was half asleep, and thinking to myself "what ever that is, it better stop - I'm going to freak!"
And, then at 3 am, finally having had enough, I woke up completely.I sat up in bed, and turned toward the monster that I was ready to pumble, and it was my husband. Surprise, surprise, looking like a drooly puppy.
Needless to say, this morning I was perturbed with him for having disrupted my sleep all night. I like to save that for my 3 kids that normally wake me up. If I wanted a 4th member of our family to wake me up, I would have another baby.
How kind of Hubbie to think that I needed another person to assist in making sure that Mommy never gets any sleep, ever, how kind.
The funny thing is, this monster has amnesia. He didn't remember a thing! He could have been seeping in his smelly cave, where he belongs, and wouldn't have none the difference. So how could I stay mad? - for long any way.
It's really honestly enough that he tries to cop a feel now, and then during the day. But, between the hours of ohh I don't know, any time after my kids are sleeping, and we're done making love until my kids wake up in the morning - these boobs, this butt, and everything else are completely off limits!
I don't mind a cuddle, if he'd stay still. However, moving tentacle-like things groping at me, that keep wiggling, and squirming, and squeezing certain areas, are simply not welcomed.
There, I vented. I feel much better now.If there's any monsters in my bed tonight, I can assure you that I will be good, and ready. I intend to keep a nice, cold glass of water beside my bed - you know, in case I get "thirsty." Or maybe a sausage out of the freezer.
I wonder how that monster would feel if I returned the favor?
Sincerely,
Mama of Romance
xoxo
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