44 Chapters About 4 Men
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School psychologists arenât supposed to write books about sex. Doing so would be considered âunethicalâ and âa fireable offense.â Lucky for you, ethics was never my strong suit.
After spending years trying to spice up my sex life, I gave up and took to my journal. Perhaps my gorgeous, cold, number crunching husband simply wasnât capable of the kind of passion Iâd come to expect. After all, my ex-boyfriendsâa tattoo artist turned U.S. Marine turned motorcycle club outlaw, a baby-faced punk rocker out on parole, and a heavy-metal bass playerâwere every bit as tattooed and testosterone-fueled as the leading men in my favorite romance novels. If I couldnât have that kind of passion again in real life, I could at least write about it. Right? Nobody had to know. It would be my little secret.
Well, guess what? My husband read that shit.
And guess what else? He upped his fucking game.
Drunk with power and under the dubious advisement of my best friend and colleague, I began testing the limitsâcrafting journal entries specifically designed to manipulate Kenâs behavior. For the most part, he responded beautifully ⌠except when he didnât.