Or: Kamasutra, the Indian manual of erotic love believed to have been written by the Hindu sage Vatsyayana sometime between the 3rd and 5th centuries AD, containing descriptions and illustrations of sexual-positions, recipes for aphrodisiacs, descriptions of ways of kissing and embracing a lover, and so on.
My wife and I were high school sweethearts and we persuaded our parents to send us off to The University of Texas at nineteen years of age. We married in our junior year and Dawn had our first baby while she was in her senior year... but with family help (and money) she managed to finish her degree. I went on to law school and now in our very early forties we found ourselves empty nesters. We had a big empty house in the River Oaks area of Houston and a feeling that we?d accomplished our major goals. We both realized we were entering a new phase of our lives... that time when many marriages fall apart because of lack of attention... shared activities or just plain boredom.
I still thought Dawn was one of the sexiest women I'd ever known. She was tiny... and she'd always worked hard to keep her body... but gravity can't be entirely conquered and the month after the girls had left we'd gone to a plastic surgeon I'd known for years and Dawn had asked for a make-over. She'd insisted that I come to all of the consultations. I'd been slightly shocked when she'd taken her blouse off to show the Dr. exactly what she felt was wrong with her breasts. I'd always liked them exactly as they...