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This is our journey to spice up our love life and let you know what works (and what doesn't). It contains adult relationship themes so please don't visit if you are easily offended or under 18.
I didn’t know anything about Belle de Jour until the TV show, with Billy Piper playing the high class call girl, hit the screens. Paul and I would watch it regularly – there was something quite appealing about watching the life of an educated, complicated sex worker unfold.
Belle de Jour remained anonymous which is an achievement considering the popularity of her blog ‘Diary of a London Call Girl’, the books she’s published and the TV series.
Now she’s stepped forward and into the spotlight as Dr. Brooke Magnanti.
Is this a ploy by previously anonymity conscious Belle? A media attention grabber hoaxer? Or perhaps the truth?
Dr. Magnanti is a research scientist. Petite, pretty and super intelligent, Brooke claims to have begun her call girl career when she was short of rent money in London. She took a job at an escort agency and earned £300 per hour as a working girl for 14 months.
She began blogging about her secret call girl life after an amusing incident she felt worthy of writing about. And that was the beginning of the literary career which has seen 4 books hit the bookshelves with at least another one in the pipeline.
What do you think? Should Belle have remained anonymous? Is Brooke really Belle?
You can read Dr. Brooke Magnanti’s interview with Times online.
Unfortunately, we’re not able to tell you about our experience with the three greatest
The Dreaded Stomach Bug
sex positions because an unexpected stomach bug bit Lyn. Isn’t that the breaks! The good news is she’s feeling herself today, so we’ll have the juicy details for you curious types tomorrow.
We did, however, make a discovery during the down time that was pretty cool. Both of us totally felt the withdrawals from a sexless night. It seems after three weeks our bodies are conditioned to having sex every day now! Yippee! Just making a commitment to making the time pays off in dividends!
Until tomorrow=)
While posting a video for our site today we noticed quite a few sexual enhancement videos. This one here caught our eye and we thought we’d give it a go. Check back tomorrow to see how we did.
Watch out! If you’re a screamer you might earn an ASBO!
Loading ...Isn’t it strange how the word ‘commitment’ can stop you dead in your tracks. Or, more specifically, your partner dead in his tracks.
Everything is going along hunky dory and then you mention the dreaded ‘C’ word. There’s silence followed by no sex. And you wonder what the hell you’ve done wrong because in your repertoire ‘commitment’ is a positive sign of, well, being committed.
I’ve been throwing around ‘commitment’ like it’s been going out of fashion. It’s become almost my favourite word. You see, I want to have a great sex life and I know that takes effort (much more than I ever imagined) when you’ve got kids, business etc. etc. And I made a decision to make it happen. For me to do that I have to be focused.
Unfortunately, Paul hasn’t been appreciating my commitment all too much.
Commitment has zapped passion into oblivion.
This morning, after a no-sex evening, we talked about it. It seems both of us have very different associations towards the ‘c’ word. For me it’s positive and shows a dedication to making things better. For Paul it’s devoid of romance and feeling.
So now we’re all talked out and have our wires uncrossed. Will there be sex tonight? Maybe…. stay posted.
Can a sexy erotic story be foreplay? Watch this video to find out.
Even though I was snubbed in my sexy lingerie yesterday afternoon when a spontaneous sex moment (and if you’re a parent you know how scarce that word actually is in your vocabulary) presented itself, I shoved aside my bruised ego and tried again last night.
I have to give myself a little pat on the back for my dedication to:
- Trying again.
- Getting close to naked when the weather was ‘brass monkies’ (although did cheat slightly by using a heater so perhaps this kudos doesn’t count).
And that’s as far as I can go with any self praise because the evening, yet again, had all the promise of a spectacular disaster.
So, I didn’t do the whole waitress ensemble. I put on black fishnet stockings and my new shoes (which I am terribly in love with). Nothing else. Just me naked (and freaking cold).
I was under the impression that men got turned on with JUST the dress up and lingerie thing. Apparently for my husband, this isn’t the case. As he laid back and I straddled him I noticed that vacant look in his eyes. Nothing was moving either (apart, perhaps, from his eyes which I swear were rolling a little).
After a while, with more ego deflation for me and boredom for him, I asked what I could do to make the situation better. We’d sort of lost the moment by now so we talked and I learnt I had to have the attitude to go with the stockings and shoes. Last night I didn’t so nothing really did it for him.
Lesson #1 – Sexy underwear doesn’t mean anything if you don’t have the rest of the package.
Not to be put off, and to show my determination, I put my back up plan into action. I wanted to read some erotic literature to him.Great. Only I didn’t think I’d need a ‘plan B’ so I hadn’t prepared anything. I got out my laptop, went to Literotica and picked a story. It started off really well, in a bizarre way, then flopped because it turned out to be half of a fictional dream. You never really got to the juicy bits.
You know you’re on to a loser when your partner keeps asking you if you’d rather go to sleep.
Lesson #2 – Pick your erotic story in advance and make sure it includes erotic elements
I did give up after that and we settled on ‘vanilla’ sex. A girl can only do so much.
If you’ve read Paul’s post, you’ll know that last night fizzled out like a wet sparkler.
So today is a new day and I’ve gained a few insights into what makes a night of passion and what doesn’t. BTW, going to sleep before & during scheduled sex time is a no-no. If you think you can have a crafty doze, think again. He or she will probably notice.
I went shopping today to get some new lingerie and my very first pair of f*ck me pumps. Can’t believe I’m in my mid 30s and have never owned a pair of shoes just for the bedroom. Anyway, before I get carried away telling you about my purchases (I’m sure you’ll get to see them soon) I’ll get to the point I’m trying to make.
Our daughter was taking a nap so I did a little fashion show for Paul. Then I gave him the option to bring our 10pm sex time forward. Now, there were 2 reasons for this. First I’m standing there in front of him in my new hot pink high heeled shoes, stockings and a sexy waitress ensemble. Second, it’s the first day of that ‘time of the month’ and I get tired. I wanted to make sure I could be fully awake to have sex and the chances are greatly improved at 3 in the afternoon.
And his response?
It wasn’t “OMG baby, you look so hot. Get over here – I want you now!!”
Think more along the lines of:
“Only if I get it twice today”.
So I weighed up my options, got dressed and left.
Last night was another crash and burn on our path to sexual adventure.
Due to the cold weather we went to bed at 9:00 p.m. Though we’d just seen an hour of television my mind was still chattering and I needed time to myself in order to relax. So, I suggested we read. As fate would have it, Lyn was
thinking togetherness time and suggested reading a book jointly.
Being There Isn't Enough
At first I turned down the idea. Then after thinking about it I agreed to it. Of course Lyn now felt jilted and refused to let me change my decision. So off we went to our separate books with the agreement to get back together in an hour.
As I read, Lyn mostly slept. Knowing if I didn’t wake her there would be no togetherness time, I gave her a nudge each time she started snoring. Each awakening brought another snarl. When I woke her the final time to let her know it was time I had a sleepy bear on my hands.
When we started this sexual journey, Lyn said she wanted to choose the sexual adventures for awhile because it would help her growth. So, I asked her what she had planned. “Nothing.” was the answer. Now it was my time to feel hurt. What that said to me is, “Our time tonight isn’t worth two minutes of planning.”
As if that didn’t give the thought of sex a critical blow, it was completely terminated when Lyn said, “I’m committed!”
It was then I realised time commitment is all well and good (especially when you consider I didn’t even have that three weeks ago), but it’s not enough for me. Good sex in my opinion needs to have some direction. I don’t want it to be so planned out it’s mechanical, but I don’t just want a guaranteed body either.
