So, rather than succumbing to this Miss Jean Brodie situation, I thought I’d try and rekindle the spontaneity, lust and passion that has gradually waned over the years and try and unearth that sex kitten I one was. Surely it’s not gone forever. Surely there’s a way to put the xxxx back into sex? And in such situations, there really is only one place to start.
Cosmopolitan’s Top 10 Tips For An Amazing Sex Life.
1. Randy Rub-a-Dub-Dub
Before you make love, take a bath together. Prepare the bathroom
beautifully beforehand with fluffy towels and candles. Then put two
drops of patchouli oil, three drops of sandalwood oil, and three drops
of lavender oil into your bathwater.
upstairs. So to get a nice hot bath, you need to boil kettles and pans.
So by the time I’ve done all that, the candles would have gone out and the
oil will be floating to the top and will look like some sort of failed soup. And
he’ll have fallen asleep in the chair by then. Next …..
2. Pocketful of Pleasure
When he’s least expecting it, tell your man you need some change.
Then stick your hand in his pocket and start rubbing his penis through
the fabric, pretending that you’re really digging around for that coinage
And anyway, as he’s got little legs, the pocket tends to be nearer his knees.
Since when was knee-prodding erotic? Guess that’s not going to work either.
3. Heavenly Heartbeat
To feel more connected in bed, tune into each other’s heart rate.
Lay your hand on his chest, and have him do the same. You might
be surprised how easily you can become synchronized.
higher heart rate so I could end up out of breath without doing anything.
I might as well do the hoovering!!!
4. Putting on the Ritz
Try re-creating that away-from-home atmosphere in your own bedroom.
First, purge your room of any family photos or office equipment. Then
buy sheets with the highest threads-per-inch count you can find
which feel super silky to the touch without the cheesiness of satin.
Invest in some thick, fluffy robes to lounge around in. And for the
ultimate hotel-style indulgence, set up a tray of champagne and finger
foods to savor after you make love.
nice tea towels. Buggered if I’m buying new fluffy robes. The egg-stained
West Ham I bought him two Christmases ago washes up a treat. Mind
you, I’m not a big fan of champagne. Last time I had one too many, I was
so ill, I ended up in A&E. It wasn’t entirely my fault. I think the canapes
were off. And all this aside, I’ve roaming children who have a habit of
wandering in our room to steal towels, face wipes and money at any time
– day or night. I’d hate for them to stumble upon a middle aged couple,
wrestling in a threadbare robe, covered in mini sausage rolls. Let’s move on.
5. Toy with Him
Stock up on some sex toys. Velvet-lined handcuffs can be exciting,
and they don’t hurt like the metal ones do. Silk blindfolds build a
sense of suspense — which can be really titillating. And you can
never go wrong with a vibrator.
thing, or unlock anything. He’s got 7 pairs. Can’t find any of them. By the
time he finds them, the blood will have probably been cut off and I’d be in
serious danger of losing both hands. Anyway, I’m no fan of toys. I had a
vibrator once. Due to lack of use, the battery leaked so I threw it away.
The following morning it was on the pavement as some kindly fox had
decided to drag my bin bag across the drive and scatter the contents for
all to see. I’m not sure what was more embarrassing. The leaky vibrator
or the empty family KFC bucket.
You don’t have to have a model-perfect body to have maximum fun
in the bedroom. Look at yourself naked in a full-length mirror for
five minutes a day and focus on what you love about your body.
If this feels awkward, turn on some music and dance naked with
your mirror image. By getting used to your unique shape, you’ll
gain confidence that will naturally spill over into your sex life
and make you twice as enticing to your guy.
OK so I tried this. And you know what? There is NOTHING I love about
my body. I’m grateful that’s it’s all there and it is in good working order,
but there’s far too much of it. Most of it shouldn’t even be there.
Dancing naked with my mirror image would be like a night out at a disco
with Dawn French. And there’s every chance aforementioned children
will barge in. Seeing their mother boogie-ing butt-naked to Saturday
Night Fever might well see them opting for voluntary adoption!
To surprise him and build anticipation, try doing the same things
you always do in the bedroom, but slow down to one-fourth of
your normal speed. You and your guy will have time to really bond.
dust on the skirting board, or the light fitting. Mind you, I suppose I
could finish that book …..
Have a romantic dinner without utensils so you can feed each
other. There’s something sensual about placing food in your
partner’s mouth. It’s such fun — especially when you serve
stuff that’s not supposed to be eaten with your hands, like s
alads or pasta. After a meal like this, serve yourself for dessert.
What’s erotic about this? OK, strawberries and cream but salads
and pasta? Shovelling handfuls of spag bol and lettuce into his
gob does not sound like fun to me. It’s going to be messy and guess
who’ll have to clear it all up and try and get the tomato stains off the
cream tablecloth! Yes me! Give it a few years, I’ll probably have to
spoon feed him anyway. So I’ll be putting that off for as long as possible!
Go ahead — flirt with strangers and turn some heads. Tease.
Once you return home from your diva-date, you won’t be able t
o keep your hands off each other.
reception. Turns out he was the groom. Next?
If you’re turned on at an inopportune time, act on your feelings.
Although it feels a little bit naughty, a quickie will help you stay
faithful. Quickies allow you to experience all of the having-an-affair
thrill with none of the cheating.
Not a good idea. After any physical exertion, I need to sleep. And
there’s too much preparation to be done before bed. He’s got a selection
of tablets and piles and I have an epic skin care regime. It’s not unheard
of that, by the time I’ve applied the final layers of anti ageing retinol plus
snake serum lifting gel and the overnight hand moisturiser mitts, the alarm’s
gone off! Plus, due to various snoring and breathing malfunctions, he
wears a gum shield and I wear a nose strip. It’s like Joe Bugner
trying to shag a sychronised swimmer.
Hey ho. I guess those bins won’t put themselves out.