Hot & Bothered

Not That Hot, Mostly Bothered

Guest post by On A Pregnant Pause.

Last year, another Toronto mom wrote a post for Hot & Bothered about the joys of sex while pregnant. She talked about how her "whoremones" were pumping, about how she enjoyed her "sexond trimester," on so on. It seems she had a rather hot & bothered pregnancy, by anyone's standards. I must admit, I read it, eyes wide and jaw swinging around my knees, amazed and more than a smidge envious at how wildly (apparently very wildly, nudge nudge) different this was from my pregnancy with my first child a couple of years before. And this time around, the same thing applies.

My experience? Not so hot. Much more bothered.

Memory Lane

guest post by high heels

Angie Dickinson once said of her relationship with Sinatra "You always desire somebody, but you can live without them". Ain't that the truth.

Before the welcomed bonds of monogamy and life-long love, I loved one night stands without commitment. Remember that old adage about prostitution: how you pay hookers to leave? Well one night stands were attractive to me for the exact same reason: no commitment.

These boots were made for...

guest post by high heels

The first time I read Hot & Bothered, it was a post by sex kitten called "After School Special". It totally made me giggle like the innocent vixen she portrayed. That's cool in my books.

In my boudoir, the alter-ego of choice isn't a Catholic school girl uniform though I'm sure that it would most certainly produce wood.  My little secret life falls into the more smutty realm of things.  My man loves high heeled boots and the woman who wears them.

Neon Noodles Make Me Hot

by hot mama

Doesn't  this brighten a dreary February day?

Hanky Panky

by hot mama

There's nothing like a good spanky.

It took me so long to ask hot daddy to spank me. It was something I had fantasized about for years, but never dared asked anyone to actually do. I finally got up the nerve one night after several cocktails and a jacuzzi (funny, I'm only blogging about spanking after several glasses of wine and a jacuzzi).

Whattya Mean No?

by hot mama

It is much easier to write a sex blog when one is actually having sex.

I need to have more sex this year.

But it doesn’t help my ego that my husband just turned me down for a quickie. WTF?

Of course, intellectually I know the stereotype of the always-randy, every-ready male is neither realistic nor fair. But I still expect it, and I’m disappointed in my husband when he disappoints.

Anyone else have this problem? I’d like to hear from the men, too!

A Little Imagination Goes a Long Way

by Racy Red

It was just a typical night, I was surfing the web while the husband clutched the remote tightly and flicked through the channels. Occasionally we'd ask one another a question, never really paying attention to the answer or looking at one another. Having lived together for almost half of our life spans, there is very little romance left under this roof.

Coitus Al Fresco

by sex kitten

The first days of winter always turn my mind regretfully to its exact opposite - the glorious days of summer. The thing I miss the most when the chill sets in is the way the warm air of summer caresses you, moving over your skin like an actual touch. The way it begs you to strip down to as little as you canto enjoy its embrace, leaving modesty at the doorstep of July. In what other season can you enjoy lying bare, while a slight breeze plays over you, raising only the slightest sensation, perhaps a tiny frisson, but stopping short of goose bumps or a shiver?

Reunion

by hot mama

If I were making a movie out of Hot Daddy's and my reunion last night, it would be part romance, part comedy and part triple-X porn.

The evening began very successfully, with a lovely rack of lamb and a nice merlot. After catching up on Heroes (it's getting better again, yay!) we moved it upstairs to the jacuzzi. We poured a couple glasses of port, lit a dozen candles, and had a leisurely soak.

Positive Reinforcement

by hot mama

 

Life has been pretty intense in the hot household lately. I have been incredibly busy and the awesome Hot Daddy has really picked up the slack. He's been doing all of the cooking and grocery shopping, a lot of childcare, and housework too. All this, and he's barely getting any.

A Helping Hand

guest post by Jason Graham

My masturbation history goes back to hidden stashes of Vaseline smeared on the side rails of my bed when I was 12 or 13.  I remember it then being such a taboo - the chairs against the door - the waiting at least an hour to ensure everyone else was asleep before sliding my hand down to my waiting boner.

It's about the Ink

Guest post by the Crossbowman

What's that?

You have a tattoo?

You have more than one? Oh baby, you and I need to talk... or something!

Dry Spell

by hot mama

Dear readers,

I promised to regale you with the escapades of a hot mama, and I wish I were delivering. I just haven't had much, um, material lately. I've recently started a new project and it's really consuming all my energy, I'm sorry to say (Hot Daddy's pretty sorry too).

After School Special

guest post by sex kitten

I once thought that the entire notion of men being turned on by the iconic schoolgirl uniform was a sick thing. Grown men, lusting after teenage girls? Ewwwww. And that thought, yes, is still repulsive to me, but I have come to know this particular fantasy from another angle since meeting my husband. Here's the thing...

In Your Dreams

guest post by Kgirl

You are breathing heavily as his hands traverse your body: an unknown landscape eager to be explored. His lips graze your neck, your collarbone. Your back arches to meet his lowering chest and your hands reach to his hips to pull him even closer -

-Mama! Mama! Wake up!

What? What the?

Beneath the Equator

guest post by Jason G.

My sexual history is neither long nor that sordid.  I have never truly had a one-night stand, or been tangled in a sexual web of deceit or mistrust.  All the women I have had sex with would pretty much speak kindly of me, my personality that is, because I dare not guess what they thought of me as a lover. That speculation is simply too much to handle. 

One thing they would all say is....

"Boy did he like eating my pussy"

Taking Matters Into Your Own Hands

by Racy Red

Sex. It's not only a fun activity after consuming a bottle of wine and several tequila shots; it is a topic of conversation; and the common denominator that unites us all like nothing else. Except perhaps the weather.

After all, we all like to have sex. And unless you are a nun or a monk, sequestered far, far from society in some rural monastery, chances are you've had sex. More than once. And liked it.

Ode to a Naked Female

guest post by The Crossbowman

You know something?  I like to see myself  as an intelligent man.  I think I'm fairly smart.  I'm considerate of others, and I try to see issues from more than one side.  Blah blah, sensitive, blah, blah blah.

I love the female figure.  I really do.  I especially love the female figure naked... or nearly naked.

Why This Mama Don't Fake It

guest post by sex kitten

I had a discussion lately with some ladies about those times when doing it is, well, not doing it. And what they do. A couple of them said that their way of hurrying things along was to throw out a few noises. You know what I'm talking about. Some moans, some groans, maybe even a shriek or two among the heavy breathing. Sure, that works. Or at least, I'm guessing it does. Because this mama don't fake it.

Don't Be a Fool, Cover Your Tool

by hot mama

I did not like being pregnant one bit. I felt like shit, and looked like it too. I gained far too much weight. My hair didn't grow lustrous; my face didn't glow. But one thing I did enjoy (besides huge knockers) was not thinking about birth control for nine months.

Keys in a Bowl

by Racy Red

The hubs and I have been together half of our lifetimes. We've been boinking like bunnies for almost as long. Nowadays, things aren't as exciting as they once were.

I mean, there are only so many times I can put my ankles behind my ears and moan out "Oh ya, Big Daddy," before it ceases to be surprising.

Safety First, Orgasm Second

guest post by Texas Tornado

Once upon a time, two children and a traumatized bladder ago, a young girl found herself up the duff and planning a walk of shame down the aisle that led to Holy matrimony.

OK. The young girl was me. I don't do well with third person. It seems pretentious. And an ounce of pretentious is worth a pound of manure. (Ten points if you can tell me the movie that quote is from.)

Ode to a Naked Male

by hot mama

 

Texas Tornado recently wrote about the beauty of the female form, and I'm not gonna argue with that. I have a wet spot for the ladies as well; in fact, as I've said before, not every having been with a woman is one of the few sexual acts I regretfully didn't  experience before I tied the knot.

Spit and Polish

guest post by mama blue

"Can I see the rest of your house now?"  It was his third attempt that night, and reasonable considering we'd just spent two hours being intimate without leaving the living room, and the fact that we'd been dating for three months.   He didn't look at his watch or say he had to leave, even after proclaiming me a good lay.  Hell, women dream about a man like this and I knew it.  But all of a sudden he wanted to see more of me than I'd already revealed in the fire-lit room.   He wanted me to shake off the covers completely.  I had no problem with him finding his way around me, but I didn't want to show him my bedroom, or heaven forbid my bathroom.   After all, that was private.  As I easily diverted Joe's attention toward another rousing round of foreplay, I wondered why it was easier to give this man a blow job than a tour of my house.

Talk dirty to Me

by Racy Red

There's nothing like a little dirty talk to get the juices flowing. It's well documented that a well placed "Fuck me harder!" can hurry things a long or make the outcome a little more explosive.

But if you are a prude (like me...I know! Hard to believe!) dirty talk can be more than a tad embarrassing. I mean, I'm not really comfortable shouting out "Spank me harder, you naughty boy!" How does one go about talking dirty with out killing yourself laughing or dying of mortification.

Secret of the Skirt

guestpost by The Crossbowman

I can usually be found wearing a kilt.

No, not at work, because my job requires the wearing of a uniform... but when I'm not working, I can usually be found sporting an American (or Canadian) made kilt.

Abundant Allure

guest post by scarb

Being that I'm an openly whoremonal nymphomaniac in pregnancy, I am often asked how I can even manage to have sex comfortably when I am so huge. (Currently nearing the 40 week mark.) Well, I'm here to tell you my secrets.

My O My

by hot mama

There are few things more pleasurable than a good orgasm, are there. Chocolate? Not even close. A massage? Nope. An ice-cold gin and tonic on a hot summer day? Well...no, not quite. Orgasms even trump a nice gin-induced haze.

Sex on the Sly

guest post by Miss

Did you know that it sucks having to move back home? Going through a divorce stinks, but so does going back to live with your parents. Now imagine trying to have sex back at home. We all sneaked around when we were teenagers to get some behind our parents' backs. As an adult it just gets trickier. Sure, waiting until they leave the house is always the easiest thing to do. But when you have a child? A child who doesn't go with grandma and grandpa? You need to get creative!

Hot Dad in the Country

guest post by denguy

   

I fall into Racy Red's category "moms are a tired, overworked,  frazzled lot" with one major difference: I am not a mom, but I play  one in real life. I am a stay-at-home dad.

Enter Sandman

by Racy Red

I love sex. Sure, there are parts about sex that don't thrill me; the lockjaw of a good hummer given, the damned wet spot which always seems to be on my side of the bed and the fact that since the kids have grown up a bit more I can't be as um, vocal as I'd like.

Nothing kills the mood when the kiddies wander in mid-thrust and ask why it sounds as if daddy is killing mommy.

Handing Over the Reins

by hot mama

I really responded to Racy's post, "Take It Like a Man".

My husband is sweet, thoughtful and considerate. He realizes my sexual desire is less since I had a child, and he knows how tired I am. He knows my life is busy: when our child is sleeping, I am usually working furiously, and he is very careful about not interrupting my concentration.

Lady Lovin'

by guest poster Texas Tornado

Hello. My name is Texas Tornado and I like girls.

There. I’ve said it.

The female form is so much more aesthetically pleasing than the male form. Men have dangly, hairy bits that they’re always sticking in your face. And sometimes they smell bad. Women have smooth, gentle curves and they bathe in sweet smelling salts and oils.

Are Mommy Bloggers Hot?

You bet your ass! Check this out...

Thanks to Something Blue for cinematography and production. Thanks for the MBT team for direction.

Climb on the Hot Tamale Train

by hot mama

Hey all you horny mamas (and papas). Racy Red and I have been spilling our sordid guts all over these pages for a while now and I must say, it's a blast. And it's having a positive effect on my sex life (I need to have more sex if I'm going to write a sex column, right!)

Take it Like a Man

by Racy Red

I'm a busy woman. It takes a lot out of me begging for a baby, raising two preteens, balancing the budget and ignoring the mess my home has morphed into. By the time the husband makes it home and is looking for a good fuck, I'm exhausted.

Red-faced Romance

by hot mama

Getting naked and worked up leaves us open to many embarrassing moments, doesn't it? I must say, I have lots of personal examples:

* Passing out during foreplay with an insecure new lover (um, yeah the relationship didn't last long after that).

Mr and Mrs. Dress-Up

by Racy Red

Ever lie on the bed after a sweaty bout of ho-hum sex and wonder where the sizzle went? As your partner rolls off of you and pads his way into the bathroom, do you ask yourself what the hell just happened? Sex used to be combustive. The air sizzled when the two of you looked at each other, and once you started bumping uglies the whole world quaked until you wondered if you were going to die from pleasure.

Self Indulgence

by hot mama

A couple of weeks ago, I asked you how often you were getting some action (speaking of which, would the seven people who replied "three times/week or more" please share your secrets!!). Personally, I tend to pleasure myself more often than I make love--it's just easier and more efficient.

Hot Man-love

by hot mama

A few posts ago I was talking about my unfulfilled bi-curiosity. Seems like I'm not alone. Your comments were (snicker) gratifying, but one in particular stuck in my mind:

Doesn't it seem that more people see a woman being with another woman (when they are straight for the most part) as more "natural" than male with male. Which doesn't seem to make sense. Or is that just me that thinks that way?

Baby's Got Back

by Racy Red

The other night the hubs and I were wrestling on the couch. I'd love to say we were reliving our youth and getting ready to bump uglies on the family sofa, but the truth is we were wrestling over who got control of the remote. Sadly for him, I won. (The difference between him and me wrestling:  I fight dirty and don't feel bad about it.) Nursing a bruised inner thigh and an injured ego, my husband settled in beside me muttering how he should have marketed me in mud wrestling instead of marrying me.

Keeping Up With the Jones

by hot mama

When I came clean that my sex life has been a little lacklustre since becoming a mommy, several of you voiced your familiarity with the situation. I’m pretty sure a lot of us are in the same boat in this department, but I’m a curious gal, and I can’t help wondering exactly how often other folks are doin’ it. If I’m doing it more than that, maybe I’ll feel a little better; if less, maybe I’ll be more motivated to kick it up a notch. I’m usually not the sort of person who really cares what anyone else is doing, but for some reason, when it comes to sex, I want to know.

Please take a moment to answer the following:

Mama Be Nimble

by hot mama

One way to keep it fresh between the sheets is change up sexual positions frequently. Hot Daddy and I have been in a bit of a rut lately and have been sticking to our favourites (doggy-style, missionary, me on top). I wanted to shake it up, so I turned to the Kama Sutra, the ancient Indian text, for inspiration. 

The Load Not Taken

by hot mama

Having done my share of experimenting during a misspent youth, there are few things I haven't tried. When I took a vow to be faithful to one man for the rest of my life I knew what I was giving up. I knew I was giving up the fiery desire of unconsummated relationships. I knew I was giving up sexual tension, mystery and anticipation. But I liked what I was getting in return.

Fantasia

by hot mama

My favourite time to masturbate is first thing in the morning when it's my turn to sleep in. I love to wake up leisurely and start the day with a luxurious solo orgasm.

All Shook Up

By Racy Red

Yesterday, my handsome husband surprised me with a little gift.  There we were, behind a locked door, while our children were being entertained by a computer nannie, in the throws of passion, when he suddenly presented my gift.

Is it Better To Give or Receive?

by hot mama

Racy Red's post about the art of the BJ was inspiring, wasn't it! Sometime in the near future I'll surprise Hot Daddy with a nice hummer, when he's not expecting it.

As for technique, Racy's covered it very well, far better than I could have. I have only one more tip to add--try putting your little finger up his butt while you're down there.

Fall On Your Knees

By Racy Red

My husband has an oral fixation. He likes to have my lips wrapped around his penis as often as possible. In his world there is nothing better for me to suck on. While I could think of a dozen different items I would prefer to lick, suck and swallow, he happens to think the love juice he spews is extra special. 

Water Water Everywhere

by hot mama

One way to get me hot is to get me wet. Wet all over I mean. Water relaxes me, it cleanses (I feel more free during oral play when we're both squeaky clean) and wet bodies are well, hot.

Today I invited hot daddy into the shower with me during junior's nap. At first I fretted I couldn't spare the time, as I had so much to do during that short window, but I reminded myself of my priorities, dropped my knickers and turned on the taps.

Talk to Him

by hot mama

I think, though it's not always easy, it's crucial to be as open as possible with your partner about your sexual needs. It's nothing to shout "harder" or "faster" or "yeah, fuck me silly with your big hard cock, fuck yeah!" but revealing your deepest darkest desires can be tough.

'Fessing Up

by hot mama

I have a confession for you. Though I am, at heart, a hot mama, my sex life really hasn’t been very hot lately. But the first step in rectifying this tragic (and normal) situation is facing it head on. It’s very easy to ignore the sorry state of affairs and let the months pass, hoping things will magically improve on their own.

You know what? I’ve been waiting, and it’s just not happening.

Short and Sweet

by hot mama

This is not a post about the virtues of a short penis (there isn't much good to say about a short dick really, tho' it can be redeemed if it is good and stout and its owner knows how to use it well--it may not go deep, but it can bang the hell out of the sides). No, this is a post in praise of the quickie.

Our sex lives take a beating when we become parents: we're short on time and energy; we're not feeling great about our bodies; we have too many competing priorities. But I believe it's important to make an effort to keep the machinery oiled. Solution: the quickie.

Hot and Bothered

There are some topics that can’t be raised at playgrounds or play dates, like how to tell your partner you want to be spanked, or how often you like to masturbate (and the pervy things you think about while doing so). Well, you’ve come to the right place, and it’s just another reason why Mommy Blogs Toronto is “better than a playdate”. Here we will talk freely about all things sex: the ins and outs, the ups and downs, the good, the bad, the kinky, the sad. We’ll talk about anal, banal, positions, porn, rimming, romance--nothing’s off limits.

So, sit back, relax and free up a hand. Let’s talk about sex, baby!