Mia loved her job. Writing an advice column for sexually troubled people was a task she was perfectly suited for. She had a therapy degree and an uncanny ability to place herself in otherās peopleās shoes. Every day, her inbox greeted her with a new challenge.
Monday morning was no exception. Mia read the email seconds after dragging herself out of bed. She hadnāt had her coffee yet, but the emailās explosive content jolted her wide awake.
Dear Mia,
After years of marriage, my husband and I had become accustomed to wild, passionate sex night after night ā sometimes up to three or four times a day.
Taking a break from the email, Mia fanned herself. āThree or four times a day?ā she shouted. āWhew!ā
But lately things have changed. His hours at work have picked up, leaving him exhausted when he comes home at night. To put it bluntly, I want more. Iād love to return to the days of endless lovemaking between the two of us, the days where he would spend hours tickling my body with gentle strokes and licks until I simply couldnāt take it anymore.
Mia leaned back in her chair easing her legs apart slowly. It was a challenge to keep her mind from drifting, but she somehow kept reading.
The problem is Iām too shy to demand what I want from him. I usually just accept his neglect in silence, hoping that someday heāll change. But he never does. If Iām lucky, we have sex once a week, and even then itās not very good. I want him to take his time and explore every area of my body. I want his lips, his tongue, his teeth savoring me all over, but he usually just wants to get it over with and to get back to sleep. Like I said, Iām shy, so Iām not so good at telling him what I want. Can you help me, Mia?
Unsatisfied Frida
Catching her breath, Mia considered...
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