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Dominant Pluto

Two professional women: both married with kids and both juggling clients, reports, potty training, packed lunches, chores, dogs, cats, errands, husbands and …”what was that you said? SEX?”
That three-letter word that once was so frequent, so liberating, so yummy has been sidelined in a sea of life, work and snot.
It is time.
Time to put sex back on a pedestal by injecting some extra spice into our relationships.

Dominant Pluto

Holy goodness I’m old. I haven’t read a Cosmo in years, possibly a decade.

Mr. Lee brought mine home from Target (kudos to him for buying it), and I had to look inside to figure out who cover girl Lucy Hale was. I easily located the 25 sex tips “he loves” and the orgasm trick couples love (Spoiler Alert: it’s doggie style because celebs like Gwyneth, Alicia Keys and Lady Gaga have reported it’s their favorite), only to blush while reading.

Yes, I, who have divulged what I have on this blog and to close friends, felt a bit awkward when I read things like “I love a little ball-massage action during oral,” or “Stroke my penis, grab my butt and kiss my nipples. You’ll be like a one-woman threesome.”

A challenge is a challenge, so I pieced together a few of the 25 suggestions with a theme of aggression (1, 3, 13, and 15). Why aggression you ask? Well, my Virgo horoscope said that close to the 20th, dominant Pluto would have me craving contol in the bedroom, and suggested I use his belt to bind his wrists so I could have my way with him.

The assertiveness and rough-play came easily, but I misremembered the belt as a scarf, and made the bad choice of trying to restrain him with what was, for all intents and purposes, a fringed net that did nothing but keep his arms a foot apart. That’s domination for you. “It” happened during bath time when I took a break from piecing together a quilt I’m working on. Yes, I told you, I’m old.

After a sleepy week, and one rife with the demands of getting a kindergartener ready for school (ironically, I spent three days looking for my son’s belt), our life has been distracted from the bedroom of late. The mid-week pause to fulfill this week’s mission left me flush and giddy. Mr. Lee was a little less grumpy considering he still feels like hell from his surgery.

And then, my copy of Sex and the Single Girl came in the mail yesterday. Watch out.

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