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Is Sex a Cure?

I fell asleep a few hours ago wishing I had fallen asleep butt-ass-naked, sweaty and dozing in the remnants my lover and me left carelessly on the sheets.

I woke three hours later only to realize that if it had been my reality, not only would I still be asleep but I probably wouldn’t have heard my alarm go off, one hour from now.

So that leads me to my current thought…Is Sex a Cure?

It certainly seems to me that it could be…for a lot of things from insomnia to weightloss.

1- Can’t sleep? Have your lover, her lover or his lover rub you down from head to toe with hot oil then ‘fux the ish’ outta you! If this doesn’t put you to sleep… Something is wrong wit’cho ass! Call your physician immediately.

2- Need to lose 5-10 five pounds? Have a fux fest! Devote a minimum of 2 hours a day for 5 days to working that weight off! No less than 3 positions should be used and it helps if you crank the heat up. Sweat is not only a natural body coolant it’s also one of the body’s ways of detoxing; which helps with weightloss. (Note: in order for this to work you MUST eat in moderation. Sex should be the ONLY thing you’re over indulging in!)

3- Stressed? Is work, home, or life in general getting the best of you?
SEE #1

4- Your man or woman left you?
SEE #2

5- Is your brain foggy, thinking unclear, forgetful, irritable?
SEE #1 or #2 and if one doesn’t work try the other. If neither works call your physician.

If you know of any other symptoms that sex may be the cure for, please leave a comment and instructions below.

Always,
Sydni

We met one warm afternoon in the middle of summer. I thought he had beautiful eyes and was the height I preferred in a man. His skin was the color of coffee beans, clear of any signs of teenage acne he may have had and a musky scent that, along with the basketball he held, told of his afternoon activities.  We only spoke briefly then I continued on with my chore of cooking dinner.

The next time I saw him, no one was home but Charlie, my chocolate Labrador Retriever and me. I had just taken a shower and was drying off when the door bell rang. Quickly drying and grabbing my robe, I hurried for the door, thinking it may be the package I’d been waiting for. It was a package but it wasn’t the postman. It was Derek. I opened the door to allow him in and escorted him to the family room to wait until I dressed.

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I was lucky enough to meet two really great guys (at different times of course) that taught me things about myself that I didn’t know previously. One was, that the louder I became the more intense the orgasm and the other that I could be multi-orgasmic.

I’m not sure if it was through chance or circumstance that I had never been very showy in expressing the pleasure I felt during sex but I wasn’t. Perhaps I felt it wasn’t very lady-like to go into screaming convulsions during sex, but whatever the case—I know now…and the knowing has definitely made each orgasm worth it.

Now, the second guy which I spoke of just had it. I don’t know if it was the smell of his cologne, the way he looked at me or the intensity of our kisses but he had me going even before the first orgasm. After the first orgasm…I would have committed a grand crime to have him do what he did again and again…and again.

Needless to say, that break-up was a devastating one! It had taken me all this time (my whole life) to find 1 person to “coerce” Flower into “opening up & letting go”, however would I find a replacement?! Drat’s! But it was then that I decided never to have just one orgasm—ever again!

So instead of searching for that next guy that I hoped and prayed would be able and willing to do what the last one did, I decided to…well…do it myself!

I practiced and practiced, like I was going to try out for the Sex Olympics or something. Lol. It was during this time that I’d remembered what an aunt had told me. She said, “Honey, if you can’t do it for yourself, how can you expect anyone else to?” I hadn’t thought too much of her comment until this very point and she was right!

Some guys just have it, some guys want to have it and study the art and others, unfortunately, have to be taught. So I prepared to teach the next one if I had to.

I turned one into two and three into four—each just as intense and satisfying as the last. Then I met him!

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Yesterday I got a new app for my iPhone called “Bad Dates”. I hadn’t looked at it until recently, when I randomly selected a story of a bad date to read. Well, half way through the story I am laughing so hard tears are streaming from my eyes, I can’t catch my breath and people are staring at me like I’m crazy as I sit in my car at the Wally World parking lot.
This is what I read: (click the title below to go directly to the site)

My Worst Date

Before I begin I must tell you that the following story is True. It was so bad that some of my friends refused to believe it but my date that night could confirm it.

This date was several years back before I was married. This woman was two years older than me. She was a big football fan, as I was, so I took her to an NFL game followed up by a very nice dinner. The city was about an hour from where we lived so we had a little bit of a drive back late that night. For some reason the food I ate that night did not sit well with my stomach. About half-way home I got hit with the worst case of “Explosive diarrhea” in my life. I instantly was in pain and had to get to a bathroom. The problem was we were on an interstate and I knew there weren’t gas stations for miles. Luckily I came to an exit soon. However, the only station on that exit was closed. At this point I am letting my date know I am not feeling well and if I have to pull over and “throw up” I dont want to do it on the side of the interstate. So I started driving back roads towards home hoping to find a place I can pull over and hide in the woods.

We finally passed over a bridge that ran of a river. I pulled the car over on the other side of the bridge. I told her I would be right back and ran onto the bridge far enough back she couldnt see me. I had no other choice, I stuck my rear off the side of the bridge and let it go.  (Pay attention, this is where it gets interesting). About 10-15 seconds into my relief I hear shouts of profanity coming from somewhere. At this point I cant stop what i’m doing so i look around to see if someone see’s me. It wasn’t for about 20 seconds into this that I discovered the source. The moon gave me enough lighting to see that below the bridge was a couple in a small boat having sex. This boat was postioned directly under me. I basically just crapped all over this guy’s back while he was on top of his lady-friend. When he moved, my “waste” then hit her head-on. (Let me re-iterate, this is a TRUE story.)

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