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Savvy Sex Questions with Dr. Jenni:

Dear Dr. Jenni,

I read that going to hotels for sex can really help couples re-ignite that spark. My husband and I have three young kids, and having energy and interest for sex has been a huge struggle. Before kids, I loved to travel and have sex in fun hotel rooms. Now I stay home with my kids, and although my husband has a good job, money is pretty tight for the time being. In the absence of being able to travel right now, I'm wondering if there is anything we can do at home to re-ignite our spark.

-- Mom of Three

Dear Mom of Three,

Great question. Three kids will certainly tire you out so it's important to create a scenario where sex can feel relaxing and exciting. Hotels and travel do just that, but as you mention, we can't always travel. Instead, can you bring the essence of the hotel to your own home. To re-create the hotel room experience, we need to understand all the ingredients of what hotels offer.

Hotels allow us to check out of regular life and check-into a sacred space. Can you make your bedroom into a cozy hotel room? Some ideas include lighting special candles, playing sensual music, slow dancing together, and playing with adult products from your Adam and Eve toy box.

Hotels have doors that lock. This ensure privacy and allows us to relax and surrender to the experience. Can you give yourself permission to close and lock your door? This allows you to feel the intentional separation of space from the rest of the house and family.

Hotels inspire us to take risks. Are you willing to try something new or be someone new? Role play is a fun and safe way to explore being someone else. If role play is not your jam, can you try new products or positions?

Hotels make us feel young and adventurous. To simulate this, try re-creating those early days of the relationship by having a heavy-duty make-out session. Perhaps you don't even have intercourse, but just explore all possibilities that stem from flirtatious intimacy and making out.

In sum, rather than go to the hotel, have the hotel come to you. If you can send the kids out and stay home, all the better. A babysitter for $25/hour is far cheaper than a hotel and travel experience. The sitter can take the kids to the park so you can have that hour at home all to yourself. Maybe you even make this a once a month ritual. It's a great investment in your relationship!

-- Dr. Jenni

Jenni Skyler, PhD, LMFT, CST
The Intimacy Institute
Sex and Relationship Therapy
www.TheIntimacyInstitute.org
(720) 331-3354

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A fascinating sex memoir came in our email the other day. The setting is the early 90's, along I-95 in the American south. Sally's retired now, but her memories still sizzle!

-- The Editors

Back in those days, my car was my "office." I carried extra clothes, a make-up case and of course, my wigs. Most importantly, though, I always had my CB radio -- it was how I made a living in those days.

This was before cell phones were so commonplace. Yes, I was a truck-stop hooker. I worked out of a huge truck-stop in a well-traveled Southern state, and I loved what I did and who I did it with.

The moment I pulled into a lot I would get on the radio, channel #19, and let 'em know I was ready for action.

"Breaker 19, this here's the Butterfly. I'm looking for a good time. How 'bout you big, strong truckers? You got a copy on this little ole lonesome Butterfly?" I'd say, knowing I'll get a response.

A woman's voice cuts into the static: "Break for that Butterfly. This is Southern Sugar. How y'all doing this evening?"

"Hey there, Sugar, I'm just gettin' here. How's it shakin'?" Sugar was one of the other hookers. There were usually four of us that worked this stop. Believe me, there was always enough business to keep us hopping all night long.

"Breaker 19 for that lonesome Butterfly." A husky male voice boomed over my speaker.

"You got her, come on."

"Hey darlin', this is the Travelin' Man. Tell me, do they call you the Butterfly 'cause you have a tattoo of one?" he asked.

"Sure do, but it's in a private place."

"So when can I see that pretty butterfly"?

"How about now? But I have to warn ya -- it cost me somewhere between fifty and a hundred bucks."

"Come on darlin'. I'm in the blue Mack with the sunset logo on the side."

"I'm on my way," I replied and then switched back to channel #19.

I checked my makeup in the mirror, adjusted my dress and I was on my way. I found his rig. He was standing beside it waiting to help me up into it. There were drawbacks to wearing a skin-tight short dress, but it was easy to shimmy out of and slide back into. Climbing up into trucks was always a challenge, though.

"How ya doin' Traveling Man?" I asked as I sauntered up to him inside the truck cab.

"I'm doing just fine… now that I've seen you," he smiled appreciatively.

"What kind of action are you lookin' for tonight?" I asked once we were inside.

"How about a real nice blow-job," he said looking hornier by the second.

"A blow-job is $65.00. Do you want me to strip down?" I asked coyly.

"Oh yeah. I want to see that tattoo," he said as he handed me the cash.

I peeled off my dress and posed for his inspection. My butterfly is right above my mound, with its wings spread out. It was a nice one, but not as fancy as the ones you see today.

He had a nice fat cock, a big juicy one, the kind I liked, and I went to town, licking and kissing it all over. Meanwhile, he was playing with my titties.

"You want to suck on my titties?" I asked.

He didn't say anything but went to work on them. Truckers were not hard to figure out back then!

I went back to his hard-on, bobbing my head up and down and sucking it hard. Soon, his load hit the back of my throat and I stayed with it until he went soft on me.

We said our good-byes and I headed back to my car to rinse my mouth out.

"How 'bout it? Any baby dolls out there tonight? I'm lookin' for a someone to spend time with," another man's voice came over the CB.

"You got the Butterfly, baby, come on," I answered.

"Hey there Butterfly. You got any time for this Midnight Rider?" he queried.

I was ecstatic. This dude was my favorite customer. He was an average-looking guy, but he sure knew how to treat a lady. (Why, he's even taken me out to dinner and a movie.) But best of all, he was a great lay. He had the dirtiest mind, and loved the sport of fucking.

"Hey you sexy thang! I've already spotted you and I'm on my way. This is the Butterfly, we're gone."

As I climbed up into his idling rig, the diesel churning, I heard him talking on the CB.

"You're right, partner, you were talking to her first, but I've been dreaming about this little gal for the last 100 miles and I just couldn't wait. Try Nightbird, she's not busy and I promise you'll enjoy it," he was saying. Then he switched the radio off.

"Hi handsome!" I purred as I shucked off my dress.

"Hi yourself. Spread out on the bed and let me take a look at you." He smiled as he came back to the walk-in sleeper.

I jumped on the bed and arranged myself, spread eagle with my pussy pointed toward the front of the cab. I love those big walk-ins. They've got enough room to maneuver around in. Hell, I've even pulled a four-way with one of the other gals and a couple of horny truckers in one of those things.

"My, my! You look good enough to eat," he whispered.

"Then dive on in, big fella," I said as I reached down and spread my pussy lips.

He sat on a cooler, pulled my ass to him and began licking me. His hot tongue jabbed my tunnel and then he raised me a little and sank his tongue into my asshole. That man knew what I liked! Next, he started licking around my clitty until I finally begged him to kiss it. I heard him chuckle as he began flicking my swollen button with rapid fire strokes. He knew that I would go wild and oh boy, I did not disappoint him. Soon, I was writhing and coming like a firecracker.

I turned over and shook my bare tail in his face, daring him to fuck me. He got up on his knees and I guided his thick tool into my sopping pussy. I rotated my hips a bit and asked him how it felt.

"It's good…real good. That's a nice tight pussy. Go on baby, shake your ass… screw yourself down on to my dick," he said hoarsely.

I obliged by rotating my hips some more. He pumped my pussy fast and furiously until I felt an orgasm coming. My motions got wilder and I was climaxing again.

"Now, I want you on top," he said as moved to the bed.

I straddled his rock-hard member and started bouncing on it. He was watching my titties jiggle, and finally reached up to capture one. I rocked and bucked on his hefty sausage and once again, I felt myself coming. He held my hips tightly as I rode his cock like a wild woman. And I was getting paid!

Then, he pulled me off and I knew what he wanted. I eagerly swallowed every inch of his thick Johnson. Shaking my head and growling in the back of my throat, I hung on as he bucked up against my sucking mouth. He came with a grunt and a shudder.

Then after that he took me out for dinner at a real restaurant -- not the one at the truck stop. Later, I watched his big ol' truck drive away 'til it was just a dot on the highway. I slowly walked back to my car. I was already missing him, but I knew he'd be back the next month.

You know what? Even after a fuck session like that, I was still looking forward to meeting the next trucker, and the one after that -- I always got horny just thinking about it. Lordy, I miss those truckers. Real gentlemen. What a great bunch of guys!

-- "Butterfly" Sally (Ret.)