Conditioned Sex

Have you had those days when you tried so hard to be sexy and turn him on, and it just backfires? 

There I was in my shorts and laundre, and thinking I was going to entice him, and when he came through the door, all he could offer was "What are you doing ?"

As if I was doing DOING something.

Bleargh.

So, I have decided that sex should have a sex code - a sex dress code. I'm not talking about playing dress up and all. You know, for women like me, the ones who has a day job and a lover to manage at night, some nights, especially work nights are just sex nights. " I-need-to-get-fucked-cos'-I-would-like-to-sleep-but-I-do-not-want-you-to-know-I'm-that-desperate-for-a-fuck" kinda sex nights. Too tired to burn some scented candles or incense, too lazy to wait for him to slather those sex-me-up creams. So I settled for a hooters' kinda outfit, which did not managed to turn him on, apparently.

So this sex dress code thing - is the same nightie I wore for THE FIRST NIGHT - is the same one I'm going to wear each time I need those desperate sex nights.

Experimenting it; it turned out a success. Pavlov (was it him or Skinner?) theory of conditioning worked for the simple Asian man. Sex nightie = Sex for me.

Maybe I should create a sex UNIFORM. Sex uniform on me, and it conditions my man telling him I am working my ass (pun intended) right now for him.

image via Bernard Bertrand