I remember that feeling inside – the fluttering butterflies. So long ago now… but you never forget that feeling of new love. I still get butterflies, not the same way, but I do. They happen randomly now, during intimate and not so intimate moments. I will find him particularly attractive at a party from across …Read More
I find that being a mother and a sexual being is a conundrum. By this, I mean they are a bit like oil and water – a challenging mix of roles. In our house we have these pocket doors leading into our master bedroom that were not proving to be very “private” at all, so …Read More
“It’s grey today,” I murmur as I wrestle with my bra clasp and rummage through my underwear drawer, scavenging for something lacy, bright and racy to offset the grey. He’s in his bathroom and I’m in mine. His mouth is full of toothpaste as he gurgles back, “Yes indeed, my dear.” He always calls me …Read More
