The Cherry . . .

for the Top of your Sunday Sundae

Dear E. Jean:

I’m 33 and have dated half of Chicago, and I am tired of it! Finally I’ve met someone I really like. He’s a smart, funny, cute guy. He’s passionate in bed, but totally vanilla. I, on the other hand, have a naughty streak and don’t know if I can maintain interest in a guy who’s never even tried things that I consider part of a modern sexual repertoire. Please don’t tell me I must introduce him to new positions and bring toys into it. He’s in his late 30’s and must know what he likes by now. Should I give him the boot because he lacks a dirty mind?—-Fly By Night

Fly, My Firebird,

Alas, due to the pandemic Boffing Break, the long-established custom dictating that when a lady gives a gentleman the boot, she also gives him a thwack with her riding crop, has all but disappeared. So prime him. The chap is not a mind-reader. Tell him what you like. Cram him full! With detail! Over dinner! If the man’s in no condition to stand up after dessert, you’ve done your job.

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