May. 18, 2013
Some day soon, I’ll do my best to revive this blog.
Mar. 21, 2013
Mar. 5, 2013
Mar. 3, 2013
Real women are fat. And thin. And both, and neither, and otherwise.
Feb. 13, 2013
Who would you hate-fuck?
Feb. 4, 2013
If school doesn’t work out
Feb. 4, 2013
Feb. 2, 2013
Cindy Bates emptied the rest of the water into the coffee maker’s well and pushed the button to turn it on. A petite redhead, the shorts and tank top she wore emphasized her delicate curves.
“Just think of him as a repairman,” her best friend Roz Landers said. “He’ll come to the house, and fix whatever needs fixing.”
“Right,” Cindy said, her voice laced with skepticism. “He’ll just come over and rotate my tires.”
Roz laughed. “I don’t know about that, but he’ll definitely clean out your pipes and get you back in good working order.” A head taller than Cindy, Roz still wore her tailored business suit, having stopped in on her way home from work. “Instead of putting your car up on the rack, he’ll help you get your sex life back in good working order.”
“I’ve never heard of such a thing. I just need to get some rest and maybe have a day at the spa,” Cindy said, brushing her hair back from her eyes. “Brent and I have been married for 10 years. It’s only natural that our sex life would lose some of its luster.”
“All that’s true,” Roz agreed, “but you’ve been trying to fix it yourself for a while and we’re still talking about it.” Roz rose and went to the cabinet for coffee mugs. She poured them both a cup and added a dollop of hazelnut creamer to her own cup. She sat Cindy’s cup on the table and retrieved a chocolate covered donut from the box she’d brought with her.
“It’s just seems so … wrong,” Cindy said.
“There’s nothing wrong with getting help from a doctor,” Roz said. “He has all the credentials. He’s a gynecologist, a psychologist, and has more than five years of clinical experience,” Roz said. “He busy all the time. If it’s OK, I’ll forward your files to him. You may have to wait awhile to get in. He gives as much as two weeks to each patient and has an excellent track record. I’ve sent three other patients to him.”
Roz was a psychologist who specialized in treating abused and traumatized women. For a woman who worked with such serious issues, she was surprisingly upbeat.
“Just give it some thought,” Roz said, licking chocolate icing off her thumb. “You have admitted that you need help. That’s the first big step. You’ve read the books I gave you; now take action.”
“OK,” Cindy said, taking a deep breath. “OK, I’ll take his card. I just don’t know …”
“Don’t worry,” Roz said. “We won’t talk about it again. If you call Jake, only you and he will know. I’m officially out of the scene now.”
Gazing out at the lake in back of her house, Cindy felt depression move through her like an old familiar pain. It *was* time to do something. She loved Brent. They were very happy together, everywhere except the bedroom.
So what was wrong there?
Jan. 27, 2013
Word Sex is going in a new direction. Rather than just posting sex-related questions, the blog will now be home to sexual studies, sexy quotes, music, videos and art (not porn).
Feel free to submit your own questions, photos, erotica, etc. just as long as it's tasteful.