Diary of a Divorced City Girl

How many men after 30 years of marriage still love their wives?

MEN are the strongest allies when protecting their philandering interests.  Alex, an industrialist in his 60s recognized his first son’s potential as a businessman when he made brilliant success of his secondary school exams.  Getting him a place in one of the universities abroad was a doddle.  As soon as he finished his masters degree in […]
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Do you have a ravenous sexual appetite?

AS the number of men who are addicted to sex grows in leaps and bounds, women (not hookers), who believe they couldn’t have enough of sex, like their male counterparts, are also jumping in at the deep end, drinking in the pleasure that ‘sex offers.

Are you giving your married daughters the wrong advise on sex?

It was one of the few weddings I just had to attend. Feeling a bit bored, I tuned off, mentally calculating other things that needed my attention when the Reverend Father climbed on to the pulpit to give his wedding sermon. Yawn … Then I sat up when he said pompously that the best way to keep the furnace of love burning in a marriage was to have sex, not as often as the couple wanted, but as often as the man did! Even if he didn’t seem quite interested, the wife should offer it on a platter!

When the boost to your love life is as close as next door!

Lately, I’d been prompted by readers to let them know of the love lives of my two close friends, Lilian and Ini. Well, they are fine and up to all sorts of mischief as usual. Only a few weeks ago, I called at Lilian’s and was surprised she wasn’t in one of her mumsy house dresses.

To this toy-boy, money was the aphrodisiac

They come in all shapes and sizes and have been around for ages. They were glamourised some years back by the senior girls in the society – another glamourised word for a sugar mummy. They are men ready to give a woman 100 per cent of their time and attention at the right price.

Getting together for old times sake!

I WOULD never have imagined that the next time I ran into Bolaji it would be on a plane en route to good old Britain. The last time I saw him was over 15 years ago. We’d dated briefly after he’d relentlessly come after me – with the whole works. Dinner, fancy presents and just sitting down for stretches of amusing matters.

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