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Sunday, 11 May 2008 |
From Mary Jane: I just went back to work after being at home with my kids for eight years. I love being back in the office. But now, between work and the kids, I am exhausted at the end of the day. My husband is very resentful that our sex life has fizzled out. I keep asking him to give me more time. What else can I do?
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Sunday, 11 May 2008 |
From Austin: It’s been over a year since our divorce, but I can’t stop thinking about my ex. All the other women I have sex with seem to pale in comparison. I don’t want my ex back in my life (she cheated on me numerous times), but I do want her out of my head. How can I get over her?
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Sunday, 04 May 2008 |
From Marigold: I am 37 years old and still single. I would love to have a baby. But time is a ticking. Dating has become just miserable. I'm looking for the father of my baby, and I don't have much time. But the pressure of that scares the guys away. It's a bad scenario. Maybe I should just adopt?
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Written by Sarah Katherine Lewis
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Friday, 02 May 2008 |
Dear Sarah,
My girlfriend loves to be spanked. I do my best to redden her bottom, both bare-handed and with paddles, hairbrushes, etc.—but no matter what implements I use, she tells me I'm not spanking her hard enough and I end up feeling inadequate. I don't mind putting my girlfriend over my knee as foreplay, but seriously injuring the woman I love is not a turn-on to me. How hard is too hard? How do I tell if I'm really hurting her? Any advice you could give me in this area would be appreciated. |
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Written by Kathleen Davis
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Friday, 25 April 2008 |
The first time I visited Amsterdam, I was 19 and touring Europe with a close friend. It was 1992, and we had left our boyfriends at home with many deep kisses—and no promises of fidelity. And so we were off: two free-thinking, backpacking, ready-for-anything girls. |
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