Bad girls gone wicked
Marry some who loves you more than you love them Simple yet difficult. You need to leave part of your heart out of the equation; you need to hold something back – not always so easy when you’re being licked like a lollypop on a daily basis. Stop being romantic. Live in reality – passion
Divorce is the number one cause of poverty for women in developed countries. My economist friend once told me that. I hate being called a “mom”. It feels like a box, one in which there is a tired rundown woman wearing a food-stained house dress, chasing bad-ass kids around the room, and who has long
Are we equal? I am a lawyer, working, mother of three. My husband has a big career which unlike mine, has never been interrupted by childbearing and rearing. He travels regularly for his job, and in any given week could be in six different cities or countries. I am so accustomed to his traveling that
I can only come when I’m on top. I can only come when we do it doggy style; in reverse cowboy; when I play with myself; alone. Why is the female orgasm so damn complicated? Men stand up sit down turn around upside down, and still come and shoot their ejaculation all over your face
Apparently there are two types of women: Wife and others. The term “wife” seems to describe the good girl, the one you marry because she will likely be amenable to domesticity. That is, she will cook, take care of your home, bear and rear your children, perhaps even earn a buck or two for the
I have always been fascinated with the idea of marriage. I have been married for a few years and have young children. Ever since I was a little girl my greatest ambition was to have a kick-ass career. That’s it. Not marriage, not children. It isn’t that I didn’t want them, they were just not
I could not „get it up“. I officially lived most men’s nightmare. It was the first time, well it was supposed to be the first time and I, the girl in this particular equation, in eloquent man speak, “could not get it up”. Disaster. We had been dating, we were young. I adored him (still
Recently I was talking to a friend on the phone and we were trading stories of our latest antics. As men are our sport, of course that is what we were talking about. I asked her what was happening on the man scene and her answer startled me. It was, verbatim, “I don’t know, I’m
