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Heading South
Don’t be shocked; I’ve been in B.E.D. with Leonardo DiCaprio. More surprisingly? My husband’s been in B.E.D. with Jennifer Lopez – and I’m not bothered in the slightest. Let’s put it this way, when this Mama needs a mood motivator, I head south – way down south. Oh Miami… home to swaying palms, sandy beaches and skimpy suits. Is there any domestic destination sexier than thou? Miami’s iconic B.E.D. restaurant and nightclub can hardly be considered the newest under the sun; but irrefutably, it’s still one of the steamiest.
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Suite Sutra
El Monte Sagrado summons craving couples to the supremely sexy Kama Sutra Suite for a getaway sure to remind Mama and Daddy who we were before Baby emblazoned these monikers upon our hearts, souls and ... sensuous sides. The panoramic of Taos Mountain's towering peaks provide ample metaphoric imagery, but for less subtle suggestion, look no further than the foot of the suite's stunningly hand-carved bed for scenes requiring not much in the way of an imaginary stretch, though you may want to stretch first – Kama, Kama, Mama!
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Plates Before Pleasure
As the sun sets behind the Golden Gate Bridge, get ready for a romantic repast. With each full moon, the Millennium Restaurant hosts their monthly aphrodisiac meal for desirous diners. Without reservation, make reservations to partake with your paramour in this infamous Hotel California hotspot. (Fear not; this vegan meal requires none of the steely knives or killed beasts the song describes!) Enjoy lengthy – maybe even lustful – glances over luscious gastronomical offerings. Whether the libidinous increase is a result of the tantalizing tastes or simply the amorous anticipation, a delicious evening is guaranteed.
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Loving Lingerie
The best way I know of to keep the homefires burning chez nous? By feeling hot myself, of course! Even on those days when I barely recognize my own body – especially now that those skinny jeans are but a distant memory – one thing always makes me feel beautiful: lingerie. Well, nobody does naughty and nice like La Perla, the French company whose unmentionables are more than worth mentioning. Trust me: any Mama who slips into some of the finest silks, lace and bows money can buy is sure to release the vixen within... even if she's been swathed in sweats and sportsbras for months!
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