Maestro is making our walls beautiful, as he always does. But I never knew they were becoming cages until I left for an afternoon walk. I am fortunate in my isolation set up. I still have human contact – hell – I have great food and fucking too. But isolation messes with your head, and it was messing with my head too, until I figured out a way to get my shit back together.
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A couple of months ago Maestro and I were going our separate ways and moving out. Well, circumstances change and while we’re no longer in our beautiful luxury condo, we’re still roommates and FWBs, and our sexy little business partnership to inspire middle-aged women – hell, ALL women – to embrace their sexuality in all sorts of weird and wonderful ways, thankfully continues.
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“It all started with a nasty case of bronchitis I picked up hiking in the Lake District.” A 22 year-old Marie meets a charismatic American grad student in Edinburgh, Scotland while backpacking through the UK and has her first sexual experience playing outside. And she discovers she likes anal.
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The four post bed was veiled in white gauzy linen streaming down to the floor. And hidden behind, was my treat. I had sat anxiously on the plane to Palm Springs three hours earlier, hoping the photos didn’t lie. And no, they didn’t disappoint. Six fluffy white pillows sat atop the crisp shiny white duvet.
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For most of my late 30s and 40s, I had lumpy breasts. That’s the informal term for having benign cysts. My doctor first discovered them during a routine exam. I heard the dreaded words women fear “You have a lump in your breast.”
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