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...