Before we make love my husband takes a pain killer.

It's been so long since I've had sex I've forgotten who ties up whom.

I blame my mother for my poor sex life. All she told me was 'the man goes on top and the woman underneath.' For three years my husband and I slept in bunk beds.

A man can sleep around, no questions asked, but if a woman makes nineteen or twenty mistakes she's a tramp.

How could she not be happy? She was tall, thin, gorgeous and rich, rich, rich, with a husband who didn't want to sleep with her, two normal children and she had a crown.

I blame my mother for my poor sex life. All she told me was 'the man goes on top and the woman underneath.' For three years my husband and I slept in bunk beds.