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Some Like It Hot
Igniting intimacy with Isabelle
The summer sun is blazing; and as Laura Dern self-assessed in the David Lynch cult classic, this mama-to-be is hotter than Georgia asphalt. (Fear not, my fellow friends with a bun in the oven, my OB-GYN gave me the A-OK for relations while rotund.)
Cliché it may be, but make no mistake, the analogy of kindling a flame to growing sexual anticipation is a well-founded one. Think about it; and get a cool beverage to quell the heat if need be…
Sizzle. Sparks. Rapid escalation of heat to the point of luminous explosion. To quote my cheerleading days of yore, “Firecracker, firecracker, boom, boom, boom.”
Whether it’s you or your partner who flashes those bedroom eyes, ensure reciprocal contact. The act itself may require careful coordination and orchestration when pregnant. Acquire some amorous accessories. Come up with some creativity in a crunch. Laughter and lust make beautiful bedfellows.
Go ahead; strike that match. Light that candle. Instigate friendly friction. Build the tension and see that heat through to its most intense embodiment.
Come on Baby*, light my fire.
[*Not the Bump. The heartburn he/she has engendered is not exactly the kind of heat I’m seeking at the moment.]
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