Interesting

Keep learning more and more about myself when I watch Girls on HBO. It's really funny how much of Hannah that I do find in myself. I do want just one person to be with me and want only me and makes me happy and smile and laugh....she always picks the wrong guys....as do I, but I do have a man that loves me....just never wants to have sex with me fromt he looks of it. Grrr...

Speaking of which, I haven't had sex now for a good....oh geez...3 months now? I find that rather crazy that my man has no sex drive what so ever at the moment and when I try to do something sexy, I get pushed to the side. This depression shit is really starting to interfer with my love life.

After reading the Fifty Shades of Grey series, I thought, well maybe we could add some toys into our bedroom to see if maybe that would spice up some rather dull lovin'. Too bad for me, sex toys are expensive and I'm broke...literally.

So, this week I will be looking into ways that couples can spice up their sex life for a budget. And I mean a CHEAP budget...basically nothing. I'm unsure if there are many ways to do that, but I will try to find them. I promise!

if you have any suggestions please email them to me at motherhoodsex@hotmail.com

A Few Reviews

I haven't written in a while, so I figured I should start by giving everyone my little reviews on Girls and of my book that I'm currently reading.

Girls
Alright. I'm unsure if I wrote about last weeks episode, but Hannah did indeed catch an STD. HPV, to be exact. She of course questions her one partner that she has and he, of course, denies having it. I found it rather funny when she was telling him then tried to leave the apartment and tell him goodbye. He decides to go lay on his bed, lift his legs up in the air, holding himself up with his arms and start peddling his legs in the air. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

You can not imagine how freaking funny that it was to watch him. Poor Hannah, just can not catch a break. So she confronts her roommate about her predicament and they both start to suspect Hannah's first guy partner that she had in college. She of course, calls him up and meets him for drinks. After talking for a while, it is revealed that the man is gay. Yes, GAY. And he was for sure that Hannah had figured this out, even when they were dating, but she becomes visably upset. She then questions him on the HPV and said that her current partner doesn't have it. Well, her ex starts to laugh at her and said that men can not get tested for HPV and if her man had gone to get tested he would know that.

Like I said, poor Hannah.

Last nights episode was rather....oh idk, crazy. It starts off with Hannah getting a picture of her mans dick via text message....only to be revised with a "SRY. That wasn't 4 u" text right after. Instead of listening to her friends, she decides to whip off her shirt and send a topless picture of herself to her "man". (I will say this show keeps getting odder and odder)

Jessa is now a babysitter and has to watch 2 young girls. In this episode she manages to lose them and they are hiding under some kind of fense or what not. ----she's rather funny when she talks. I happen to like her character a lot.

Shoshanna <--- I'm pretty sure this is how it is spelled --- gets the chance to have sex with an old aquintance from camp. She of course has really no idea what to expect. He comes over only to surprise to find out her wants to have sex with her....unfortunately, she's a virgin, and he tells her that he doesn't have sex with virgins. "they get too attached"...which I suppose holds some merit.

Marnie of course is pretty much gone most of this episode, and it shows her boyfriend and one of his friends putting together some sort of table to suprise her. His friend wanders through the house looking at the things that "they're not supposed to see". He then finds Hannah's journal...which is just laying on her bed...and starts reading it. Well he apparently finds something rather interesting about how Marnie feels for her man.

At the very end, all the girls have gathered for a small show that Marnie's boyfriend is in. He decides to perform a song that is dedicated to Marnie and Hannah....as he sings, he's singing about Marnie and then brings out...da da da DAH, the journal. And starts to read from it. Hannah pretty much spilled her guts to the journal about how she feels that Marnie should just leave her man. That he's just not for her and she shouldn't suffer anymore. Well, him and his friend walk off the stage when they are done and Marnie dumps her drink on Hannah calling her a bitch.


Fifty Shades
Alright, I am now on my third book of the series. Ana and Christian are now married...whoop whoop...and they are trying to figure out their lives and a married couple.

I think I will make my review rather short, I'm rather tired....I'll continue this later!

Girls Ep. 2 Review

I wish I could say that this show is "the best" but it's far from. But I guess they have done pretty well with making their characters annoying and self-absorbed.

Like I said before with the character of Hannah, played by Lena Dunham, she is probably one of those characters that you love to hate. Just likes to talk too much and then tries to talk her way out of a situation because she doesn't know what else she can do.

I must say, if you watch the second episode, beware that it starts off with two people having sex. Very raw, normal sex. I was just like wtf? And it's rather funny because he's calling her names and all that "weird" stuff that guys are into and she's sitting there just talking away...doesn't even seem like she enjoys it. By the end of it she says that it was really good but really I don't think she got off at all.....oh yes, that's right. SHE. DIDN'T.

Jessa, the blond who claims to be pregnant, is supposed to be getting an abortion this episode, but I guess she gets scared and goes to the bar instead and has sex with some random guy in the girls bathroom...and when he goes down her pants, he finds.....da da da da...BLOOD. haha. Yep, no baby.

Marnie in this episode basically is trying to get Jessa to the clinic to have her abortion that she never shows up for. And she also made an apointment for Hannah because she thinks she may have an STD.

The other girl...can't think of her name...she admits to Marnie that she is a virgin. She says it like it's cancer tho....really sweetie, it's not that big of a deal.


Anyway, the next episode basically will be focusing on Hannah and what her results are from the test she took from the clinic. It may "seem" like she has caught something. But we will not know until tomorrow night.

Honestly, this show is so crazy weird, but it's also kind of funny because I can see myself in some of these girls and the way they do some of the stuff and say things and whatever. If you get HBO, I do suggest this show. It may make you laugh, but you will hate Hannah...which you're supposed to, as I have figured out from watching just the first 2 episodes.

I do think it's funny that she uses sex with this guy to justify a "relationship". I guess he just has her over when he wants sex from her and that's about all that she gets from him. I think he may sort of care about her, not just because he gets laid. I'm guessing her has many other partners besides her, reason being why he never calls her back or texts her or what have you.

Why do we girls do this to ourselves? I'll never understand. We want more from the guy, so we have sex with him whenever he wants it because we think that he'll want to be with us then, but really he just wants to get in your pants and could care less about talking to you about deep, emotional stuff. I know I have been in this situation a few times before. Guess I just get way too attached to people and think "oh I like him, so he must like me! Let's have sex and he'll want me more"...haha yea doesn't work that way... Well, it did with my current relationship, but we actually have a lot in common.

Anyway, if you've seen the show, please shoot me an email and give me you're insider view of what you think. I'd love to hear from you!

Fifty Shades

I have now finished the first book, Fifty Shades of Grey by E.L. James.

This book is definitely not for a mother who is not getting laid. Actually, this book is not for anyone that is in need of a good lay.

I must say, this is the most erotic piece of smut I have ever read in my entire life! I'm not one who reads all that fancy romantic gooey shit that I'm sure most mothers read...well, MY mother anyway.

This book is definitely for a younger generation. The characters are based in their 20s, so I think anyone in high school reading this book is definitely too young to be reading it, and the book should be snatched from their hands immediately.

I'm not really too sure what I can REALLY say about this book, other then it seems like every chapter (from chapter 8 on) they are gettin' down and dirty at least two times. And that's EACH CHAPTER! They start by her losing her virginity to him while having plain "vanilla sex" as they call....what most of us probably have, but don't consider it vanilla. I did, however, find it rather funny that instead of using the word vagina, she uses the word sex. "my sex" = my vagina. Odd. I did find this book (and the second. yes I have started it) to be very repetitive. Lots of "oh my" 's and other things that I've tried to over look. Apparently these two scowl at one another more then they make love lol.

It did get me thinking tho. Since the character Anastasia is supposed to be a virgin, I find it a little odd that just after 2 times of "vanilla sex" that she would be more then willing to go into the "Dom - Sub" world and be tied up and spanked and so forth. I find that stuff rather hard to believe. The character, Christian, is completely, and I do mean, completely FUCKED.UP. But his past has a lot to do with the way he is and is why I am reading the second book to find out more as to why he is so fucked up.

But this book, basically got me so damn horny, I couldn't even read it for a while. I had to stop because I was like, HOLY.SHIT. REALLY?!?!

If you have read this book or the entire series, shoot me an email and tell me what you thought! I'd love to hear your review!

Overall, I do think this is a pretty good book. Not written the best, but that's ok. I can at least read it...better then Lolita where I could barely understand the freaking book. If you're not gettin' any action, reading this book may make you hot and heavy with jealousy. Makes you wish you could find a man who could have sex 3-7 times in a day....damn.

The book has given me a few ideas tho and I have considered stopping at Doctor Johns to see if they have any interesting toys....:) But I just may look online too.

SPOILER ALERT!!!

Do not read any further if you don't want to have it spoiled

Oh yes, I will say that at the end of the book, she finally gives in to him and lets him spank her with a leather belt(?) I believe it was, and this is supposed to be the "worst" of it. As he's spanking her, she is to count out loud each hit (6 in total) and doing so she starts crying from the pain. (I will say he does have "safewords" that you can use when you can't take anymore) When he's done he embarrasses her and she pulls away, screaming at him on how fucked up he is. I love it!! All I could think was, oh shit, this just got real! I know I would have done that after a few of the other things that he did before that.


I believe that is all for now. This frisky little thing is only 5 chapters in to book number two and I just can't put the darn thing down!


If you have any suggestions for topics on the blog, please feel free to comment below or send me an email!! I would love to hear from you!!

Wireless Woop Woop!

I am proud to say, that we are now the owners of our own wireless internet connection! Before today we had to use whatever was "available" to us. There was one connection that was always unlocked, so we assumed that it was a public network. (Someone thought it belonged to the school)

Either way, I can now connect to the internet whenever I want. And I am thankful for that.

The only problem that we really had after getting it hooked up, was trying to setup a freaking password. Of course, my man is FAR from being computer savy, so I had to go it alone on that conquest. (Why didn't I hook up with my smart friend when I had the chance?!)

Well, after texting my good friend, Nathan; who is a computer wiz in his own right and then dinking around on the computer, I finally got it figured out. (Thank Buddha). BTW- I figured it out before Nathan had a chance to texted me back, so it made me feel even smarter :) For whatever reason, I hate having him see me as dumb in any way, shape or form. So I am extremely proud of myself for basically stumbling across what I needed and setting it up so we now are password protected and it has our (well, my boyfriends) last name.


Alright. Well. I just wanted to say how much smarter I feel for figuring it out on my own. Trust me, it was in a spot I had no idea that I should look in. So now I feel smarter.....and just a bit sexier.

Purposely Limiting

For those of you who don't know me, which I'm sure is most of you. I am originally from, what America has considered a "small town" or a sub-burb of a larger town. It's roughly 7,000 people. A few years ago, when I met my boyfriend, I moved from my "small town" to an even SMALLER town. (1,214 to be exact) I will say, I am extremely happy that I did not move out here as a single gal. There really are no great guys in this town. And if they are cute or attractive, they most likely are either married, in high school or here for the weekend camping. Oh did I mention? We live by a lake. Summer time at the lake is the best way to scope out all the cute guys that happen to make their way to this small god-forsaken town.

Being single here would be terrible. When I first moved here, my man introduced me to all of his female friends, hoping that I would make some friends myself. The first person that I met was Vanessa*. She was 27, married with 2 adorable kids, and in desperate need of work, like myself. My first job when I moved here was working at a Super 8 Motel. It was just built so they were looking for people to do front desk and housekeeping.

As a new employee of the Super 8, we, the staff, had to help clean all the rooms before they would make their grand opening in May. We spent about 5 weeks scrubing down toilets, peeling stickers out of the tubs and dusting every single thing in the place. Lots of loong days of cleaning.

On one of these days, I decided to take a lunch break with Vanessa. We were sitting in her mini-van, talking about our men, just as random conversation, and the very first thing that she said to me, as she puffed on her cigarette, was "I think I married the wrong person." <----THAT is a VERY powerful statement to make. Listening to her talk about her now ex-husband, I felt for her. It seemed to me like she married him because she felt forced into it by him. Let me just say, the guy wasn't exactly the top pickin's. She did love him, there is no doubt about that. But since her divorce, I truely believe she falls for the wrong people.

The reason she divorced her husband was, well, for many reasons. First things first, he was a complete jerk. She invited me & my man out for drinks with her and her husband. As we're sitting at the bar I'm listening to them talk to each other and all he kept doing was insulting her. Saying how she gets pissed off if you do this to her or she gets really mad when you say this. (Well then dumbass, you don't say those things) We moved to the upper area of the bar to play some pool. The insults just kept coming from him. I couldn't understand how she could tolerate it.

Second main reason she divorced this jerk was because he was terrible with his money. Or shall I say, "their" money. He was a truck driver, who made a good living, but for some reason they could never keep up on their bills. I overheard a conversation of theirs at Christmas time where he was saying he wanted to us their extra money to buy their daughter a ride on tracker...instead of using that $200+ dollars to pay some of their bills. <--honestly, this turned into an argument. I couldn't believe that either.

Another thing he was very good at, was hiding his tracks. After she kicked him out, she started cleaning out the house and low and behold she had found loan papers in the wall of their closet, money hidden behind light switch covers, and learned that he had cheated on her while he was away. Again, WHO DOES THAT?!

But I think the main reason she left him wasn't due to how he treated her, but how he treated the kids. The man didn't even pay any attention to them, unless he had bought them something. (even now after they are divorced, the kids spend time with his mother, not him)


Even before the papers were signed and the ink was dry, she found a new man. I met them at a small town bar (yes, even smaller then the one I'm currently living in) and she introduced me to him. To be honest, I didn't really know what to think of him. He was so jittery. She later told me he takes a lot of meds to keep himself under control or some shit like that. He just seemed like a total crack head to me. But the way she looked at him was like a child looking at a piece of chocolate cake. It was puppy love at first sight.

What could I do? My friend was in love with this new guy and I didn't want to burst her bubble that he may not be the right one. So I let her be happy....atleast for a few months. As I was sitting at home talking to my man on the phone, he tells me that he heard Vanessa was sent to the hospital. I asked what had happened and rumor was that her new man had put her there. I texted her and asked her if she was ok and what happened. She told me to come over and she'd explain the whole thing.

Sitting across from her on that picnic table looking into the dark, swollen eyes of my broken and bursed friend, anger rose in me. She explained to me what happened. They left a party, he was acting funny, the music he was playing in the car was not his normal tracks. Then, he starts yelling at her, and for what felt like hours to her, he beat her. He beat her completely senseless. Driving on that gravel road that night had to be the worse night of her life. When they finally got back to her house, he left her in the car and went inside to watch tv. (I'm sure there are a few of you that are thinking, WTF?) She got out of the car and made her way inside the house, and all he said to her was "you should have listened to me". <---I Know right? Massively fucked up. Out of fear she went to the bathroom to try and see the damage. All she knew was she could barely see. So, making sure not to be heard, or seen, she grabbed a towel from the bathroom, slipped out the door and headed the 4 blocks in the dark to her fathers house.

The rest of the story is typical. Called the cops, he goes to jail, she goes to hospital, and her pride is definately broken.

About 3-4 months after Mr. Abusive. She meets another guy. He just happened to be doing some construction work for the place we were working at. (And I will say, he was from out of town) I won't go into massive details with their relationship, but apparently he was a great lover who did nothing but read the bible and talk about God. Why they broke up? He did nothing but push his beliefs on her. He would come to her house and read the bible. So, she broke up with him because he could not respect her and her beliefs.

Not too long after Mr. Bible Tumper came, who I will like to call, Mr. Not-So-HotRod. Now this guy seemed like a real winner. He was living on his own (divorced, no kids), worked for a dealership as a mechanic, was super sweet to her kids, and was just super friendly in the bedroom. Well, after nine months of being so "super great" and after she moved into his house, he started becoming a bit of an alcohlic. Not paying bills but always having a 12 pack of beer and a pack of cigarettes on him.

Let me put this on the record, that my boyfriend told me that Mr. Not-So-HotRod was a complete d-bag. (I realized he was the guy that used to sell my man his weed)

So now, moving into a new house that her family owns (she has her own house, but when she moved in with Mr. Not-So-HotRod, she rented it out) she can finally be away from him. Or so she thought. This morning at work she informed me that while she was getting up daughter up this morning for school, she happened to look out her window, see a car parked down the street (she lives at a T-intersection so the straight facing her house) sees the car lights turn on and realizes it's Mr. Not-So-HotRod...or should I say, Mr. Stalker.
It's reasons like that I never dated anyone from my home town. The chance that you could run into them or that they could follow you or stalk you is just too great.

After Vanessa told me about Mr. Stalker this morning I asked "Why do you limit yourself? There are so many great guys out there beyond this tiny town"

She said "It's convient. And where else am I supposed to find a guy that is worth being with if he's not close at hand?"

I was stumped. Ok, so earlier, I lied. I have dated someone from my town. Once, in high school and once when I was 22. You would have thought I would have learned not to shit where I eat back in high school, but apparently at 22, I didn't care.

Why is it that we as women limit ourselves to the town we live in? The sex may be more convient, yes. But where is the substance? Sometimes we just have to get out of our normal routine and explore the great earth to see what else is out there waiting for us.

I suppose I am guilty of settling in a relationship. I believe mine spawns from my daddy issues growing up. But the current relationship I'm in, I have my good days and then I have my "I just wanna pack up and leave days". Yes, I shouldn't feel like that, but some days I just wonder if he will ever get out of this rut. Statistics tell us, no. But I have faith that something will change. Not drastically, but something little. He WILL better his life. He will not settle with his low paying job or living in this 2 bedroom house for the rest of our lives. I think I just miss my group of close knit friends. They all live back at home and I live...in BFE. I do have hopes that a job oppertunity will turn up and I will get a chance to take it. But until then, here I am.

If anyone has a story they would like to share, please feel free to comment below or shoot me an e-mail!





*names have been changed to protect the privacy of the persons mentioned.

Working Out

There comes a point in many of our relationships that we start to wonder...am I doing something wrong?? Do I still look sexy?? Is it something I'm doing??

We start spending more time in mirror. Checking out our pores, the shape of our face, the love handles that we just can't seem to shake since we've given birth. So, for whatever god-forsaken reason, we decide to purchase a pair of running shoes, some yoga pants and cut up our old high school track shirt and start working out. Typically we purchase a DVD of some work out that is guranteed to help us shed those 10 extra pounds we've been carrying around for the past few months. I think by the end of it we come to find that we've purchased about 3-10 DVDs of different work outs we thought would "work". (I own about 4 myself)

And then there is the select few of us that decide, well....let's just go for a run. That is the crazy idea that I've gotten since giving birth. So far, I have only ran once. I think I'm at the point of just pure excuses for not getting my lazy butt up at 5:30 in the morning and getting on the streets to run. This running craze, as I will call it, has hit me like a slap in the face. My man's whole family has decided to become a crazy group of runners. (apparently we're signed up to do some sort of 5K at the end of summer) So I decided to jump on the running train so I wouldn't make a fool out of myself when doing this run.

But before I hit the road again and start running, I need to get up to the high school track, and time my mile. My man's brother did the mile in 10 minutes, so my goal is to beat that. But we will see how it goes. I can just tell by now, I'm going to be dead after the first lap.

Another reason why I've decided to become a slave to running is because I want to look better. I want to feel better about the way my body looks. I want my man to want me again. He says he loves the way I look, but I feel he says that because he just thinks my body looks better then his...which at this point, I can't argue with that.

--Do you work out? Are you a runner? E-mail and tell me why/what got you started!--

One of the main reasons for why I have been putting off running is because...well, I have kids. I don't own a treadmill or a jogging stroller. When my man is at work, I'm basically screwed. I'm sure many of you are sitting there thinking, "oh please, there are other things you can do besides running". Yes. That is very true, but I want to run. I want to run, then maybe do an ab work out to get that looking nice and flat again.

I also could start eating more healthy. Around this small town, eating healthy is much harder then you think. During the summer it is great because you can just go down to the farmers market and grab some great fruit and veggies that work out great in a salad! It sucks tho that there is no FM until late May. Until then, we're screwed for fresh produce.

Isn't it funny, that in our dreams, we more then likely dream of a guy (or woman) that is nice and toned, tan, built and just great in the sack? A select few of us find that special someone and are lucky enough to have married them or get into a serious relationship with them. Others of us are not so lucky. So, what's better? Feeling better about our own bodies, or just having someone who has a great body to make up for what we lack? <-- you all should know the answer.

Until next week, stay happy, stay healthy, and stay sexy.

*note: I will more then likely only be posting once a week. I'm a full time mom and I do go to work so I don't always have the time to write. :)

Friday The 13th

One would think a day like Friday the 13th would give all us woman reasons to watch a scary movie with our man, get scared, cuddle, then have unbelievable sex.

Unfortunately, that's far from being the case for this small town girl. Right now as my children are napping, I'm sitting here, blogging and watching Tommy Boy on DVD. Nothing sexy or scary about it....wish I had a bottle of wine to drink. Pretty sure my man doesn't even have any beer in the fridge that I could use to get by so I guess I'm screwed.

So what's the big deal? If this were October, there would be all sorts of scary movies on tv and maybe my man would be home to watch them with me. Except, it's April and the only scary thing going on around here is the pre-tornado warnings. Warnings have been spreading like wildfire across the news today.

But what is it about being scared that makes us get so darn horny? Maybe it's the fact that while watching these so called "scary" movies, our blood is pumping and our hearts are racing. We just feel.....turned on.

---Notice---

If anyone gets laid tonight, please...write me

and tell me your experience.

OK....new scary moment. As I was writing this, my son decided he didn't like his diaper anymore and came out into the living room butt naked, holding his junk and then running into my bedroom and jumping on my bed.

Talk.About.Scary.

Do men like to take advantage of a woman when she is scared? With her adrenaline already pumping, why not talk a little dirty to her, make her feel safe in your arms. Men are such jerks sometimes.

The one thing that takes away the sexiness in a fright night movie is when your child starts screaming and crying because they had a bad dream and just can't go back to sleep. So instead of the slow kissing and cuddling you were planning on, you're not stuck in your childs bedroom for the 30 minutes calming them down and telling them everything is ok. Then, once your child is back to sleep and you make your way back to the living room, you realize your man is passed out. Snoring away. Any plans you had are now out the window.

If he's not sleeping, then either you or him have completely lost interest in what was going on between you. Sometimes I wonder if kids have a sixth sense for those sort of things. They know you're doing something, but they don't know what, so they call out in cries and make sure nothing happened to you.

If you have a story about a time your child interupted "sexy" time with your man, write me! I wanna hear about it.

Happy Friday the 13th everyone!

What This Blog Is About

If you have found this blog, Congratulations! I'm sure it wasn't easy to find, but when you're a mother, like myself, sometimes we find crazy things when we're doing crazy Google searchs about things that could be wrong with our new born baby.

Now, we all know (well, we all SHOULD know by now) what it took to make that beautiful baby we hold in our arms every day, correct? And maybe for some of you, it was hot and heavy from day one. You and your man just could not get enough of each other. Others of you may have been more calculated. Working really hard on choosing the proper day to do the infamous baby dance and making sure to do it right. And some of you had a little more trouble and had to turn to drs to get that little bundle of joy in your hands. Then there are the few that maybe just had a one night stand and had a...dare I say it.. "oopsie"? And I'm sure there are the select few of you that are in your glorified teen years.

No matter which way you did the baby dancing, you are now a mother. The best title one could ever ask for...if you ask me ;)


Well, now that it is all said and done. And that precious baby is here, things in the bedroom just may not be the same. Whether in a good way or for some of us, not so good way. Whether it's you or even him, some of us mothers are NOT having sex. Hard to believe?? Sure, for some of you. The ones who just couldn't wait the 6 recommended weeks to recover from delivery to get it on with their man. (or woman. whatever floats your battleship, ladies) For you woman, kudos. 6 weeks after delivery, having sex was the LAST thing on this mama's mind.

I've decided to start this blog just because I know there are other woman out there who are not having sex with their loved one. Whether by choice or not. I am not having sex, and it is definately NOT by choice. For whatever reason it may be, my man has completely turned down any advances that I have made when it comes to being sexual. Since our blessed baby boy number two has been born, we have had sex once. Yes. Once. Valentine's Day. Wow.....isn't that just f*ckin' special. Now I'm sure many of you are screaming "HE'S CHEATING! HE'S CHEATING!" Trust me. My mind has screamed this many times before too. But he's not cheating. He's depressed. Since I've met him, and the 4 1/2 years that we've been together, he has gained a significant amount of weight. (somewhere in the range of....oohh, 40-50 pounds?) And also since I've met him, his family, for whatever reason, has decided to become a group of runners. I, myself, have even jumped on the bandwagon of running, but my man refuses to do any running of the sort. He actually refuses to workout. AT. ALL.

Now, do not get me wrong. I love him. I love him with all my heart. The man has given me two adorable young boys, and I can never thank him enough for them. I just want what is best for him. I want him to lose the weight. He is doing nothing but hurting his body. (He is 5'7" if I hadn't mentioned this already) I also think that an active sex life (with me, of course) would really help improve his over all health. But who am I kidding? I'm talking to one really stubburn ass man who just refuses to do anything that may involve "work".


Now that I am done with my rantings. This blog will the a log of a daily...or weekly activity of my sex life. Or lack there of...so to speak. As I have said before. I know there are other woman out there who have either lost their sex drive all together or have such a high sex drive, their man can't keep up.

I hope to connect with many woman out there. Please enjoy!