· Blood pressure medication would reduce my sex drive. Hell, I was under forty and should have just entered my peak sexuality. All of a sudden having sex dropped to the bottom of my to-do list. In fact, anything to do with lovemaking became more a chore than fun.
· A complete hysterectomy doesn’t leave an empty hole of any kind—especially not one that could house a dozen eighteen-wheelers with room for several smaller trucks. I admit, “feeling less than a woman” came from my mother, not my doctor. On the other hand, whose voice has more power—docs or moms?
· My POSSLQ (Person of Opposite Sex Sharing Living Quarters) didn’t appreciate my joke when I told him my good news: My female problems were probably fibrous tumors. The bad news: The rabbit died.
· Despite the complete hysterectomy, I still have a g-spot! Until a few years ago—whenever women started talking/writing about it—I didn’t even know what a g-spot was. My much younger editor described what it feels like. Just a few days ago at Ellora’s Cave RomantiCon I learned that I not only still have a g-spot, I learned where it is. Now all I have to do is show Himself how to stimulate it! (I may have to do it myself for a while.) From what I’ve heard, the g-spot orgasms are even better than any other kind. And they are really wet!
· Stimulating a man’s prostate can produce better orgasms for him. An added advantage is that it changes the salty taste of his cum to that of sugar water.
So what difference does all this information make? As a writer of erotic romances, these are things I should have known about years ago. I’m hoping I can add new layers of hotness to my already hot love stories.
For those of you who read and commented on my blog last month, I apologize for not answering. I had oral surgery that morning and was in lalaland for a few days afterward. And then, senior moments what they are, I forgot to check.
Have a wonderful month. See you next time!