guest post by high heels
Angie Dickinson once said of her relationship with Sinatra "You always desire somebody, but you can live without them". Ain't that the truth.
Before the welcomed bonds of monogamy and life-long love, I loved one night stands without commitment. Remember that old adage about prostitution: how you pay hookers to leave? Well one night stands were attractive to me for the exact same reason: no commitment.
guest post by high heels
The first time I read Hot & Bothered, it was a post by sex kitten called "After School Special". It totally made me giggle like the innocent vixen she portrayed. That's cool in my books.
In my boudoir, the alter-ego of choice isn't a Catholic school girl uniform though I'm sure that it would most certainly produce wood. My little secret life falls into the more smutty realm of things. My man loves high heeled boots and the woman who wears them.
by hot mama
Doesn't this brighten a dreary February day?
by hot mama
There's nothing like a good spanky.
It took me so long to ask hot daddy to spank me. It was something I had fantasized about for years, but never dared asked anyone to actually do. I finally got up the nerve one night after several cocktails and a jacuzzi (funny, I'm only blogging about spanking after several glasses of wine and a jacuzzi).
by hot mama
It is much easier to write a sex blog when one is actually having sex.
I need to have more sex this year.
But it doesn’t help my ego that my husband just turned me down for a quickie. WTF?
Of course, intellectually I know the stereotype of the always-randy, every-ready male is neither realistic nor fair. But I still expect it, and I’m disappointed in my husband when he disappoints.
Anyone else have this problem? I’d like to hear from the men, too!
by Racy Red
It was just a typical night, I was surfing the web while the husband clutched the remote tightly and flicked through the channels. Occasionally we'd ask one another a question, never really paying attention to the answer or looking at one another. Having lived together for almost half of our life spans, there is very little romance left under this roof.
by sex kitten
The first days of winter always turn my mind regretfully to its exact opposite - the glorious days of summer. The thing I miss the most when the chill sets in is the way the warm air of summer caresses you, moving over your skin like an actual touch. The way it begs you to strip down to as little as you canto enjoy its embrace, leaving modesty at the doorstep of July. In what other season can you enjoy lying bare, while a slight breeze plays over you, raising only the slightest sensation, perhaps a tiny frisson, but stopping short of goose bumps or a shiver?
by hot mama
If I were making a movie out of Hot Daddy's and my reunion last night, it would be part romance, part comedy and part triple-X porn.
The evening began very successfully, with a lovely rack of lamb and a nice merlot. After catching up on Heroes (it's getting better again, yay!) we moved it upstairs to the jacuzzi. We poured a couple glasses of port, lit a dozen candles, and had a leisurely soak.
by hot mama
Life has been pretty intense in the hot household lately. I have been incredibly busy and the awesome Hot Daddy has really picked up the slack. He's been doing all of the cooking and grocery shopping, a lot of childcare, and housework too. All this, and he's barely getting any.
guest post by Jason Graham
My masturbation history goes back to hidden stashes of Vaseline smeared on the side rails of my bed when I was 12 or 13. I remember it then being such a taboo - the chairs against the door - the waiting at least an hour to ensure everyone else was asleep before sliding my hand down to my waiting boner.
