by hannah
October 15th, 2010
We are nostalgic creatures, yearning for those perfect memories of the past: the first glance, passionate kiss, emotional fuck, that private chartered tour around Nassau he took me on…
But we also have selective memory, and seem to conveniently forget the jealous, immature, off-kilter remarks, when we got our heart ripped out, or when he didn’t just get a boner the moment my hand landed on his crotch…
And so, when we hit a dry spell that lasts longer than a season of Weeds, and our vibrator batteries simultaneously peeter out, and we get a call from a number we recognize all too well, we start to believe it’s a “sign”. Yes a sign from, oh, I don’t know, God, maybe, like stigmata, and we start making statements like this to our BFF: “He says he’s changed, and wants to work things out. That things will be different now. And the sex was AMAZING”.
by hannah
February 17th, 2010
The hunt for the perfect vibrator can be frustrating and expensive. The top drawer of my night table is filled with vibrators that are too small, too big, too textured, so zippy that if not careful they might de-sensitize your bean forever, or take too long to figure out. But girls…I believe the hunt is over.
This is what my fave vibrator looks like, and it’s called the LAYAspot. Why is it my fave? It’s the perfect size to take with anywhere. The shape fits snuggly against your palm and fingers and up agains your…you know. Bottom line: It’s ergonomically correct; no more cramped wrists or risk of carpel tunnel sundrome from excessive use…
by hannah
February 16th, 2010
From Sex, Life, & Hannah::Volume 1, Winter Season (CHAPTER 4: MULTIPLE ORGASMS)
I fall back onto my bed and look at the clock. Still plenty of time before I have to get ready for work.
I open the drawer of my end table, grab my trusty pocket rocket, and slide under my sheets.
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