My Aunt Hazel loved herself a good bodice-ripper romance novel. I remember as a child finding—okay, searching for—the dog-eared paperbacks under her bed. Each cover showed a hunky man with flowing hair... Read more »
“I feel like I’m watching too much porn,” “We want our sex life to feel like it did when we first met,” or “I’m having an affair and I know it’s wrong... Read more »