Good grief:
After a VERY satisfying roll in the hay, I knew I’d met my ‘sex language’ match
I woke up yesterday morning with a glow that can only be obtained by a good nudie rudie session with my favourite gent. For the rest of the day I was on a natural high.
Seriously, it was like I was dosed up on some kind of wonder drug – a blend of serotonin, dopamine, endorphins and a hint of oxytocin.
As I skipped about my day, I reflected on my early morning roll in the hay and realised that I had found someone who matched my ‘sex language.’
Key words: “Australian” and “sex counselor”. The fact that she uses Goop as an authoritative source should tell you all you need to know.
Read it all, if you have a strong stomach.
Or you can just go with the old sex-drive truism:
I could’ve lived without seeing her picture.
At least she wasn’t a hambeast.
I doubt that I’ll click the link because I blush at 5 shades of gray, let alone 50 Shades of Gray.
People get their needs met using some very creative yet weird methods and I generally do not want to know this information of others. This knowledge of coworkers is very awkward.
JQ
Isn’t Goop Gwyneth Paltrow’s store in London and a line of scented lotions and candles with titles like “This Smells Like My [Censored]?
How anything she would include in a blog could be authoritative will always be a mystery to me.