Oversexed and Still Cheating

Oversexed and Still Cheating

Regarding my previous blog entry, Are You Lustful Tonight? an anonymous reader has asked a very good question

Whats the reason when a guy is still getting sex every day (very good sex for that matter) - yet he still seeks to cheat?


1. Variety is the spice of life. Chocolate-chip cookie dough is my favorite ice cream, but if I had it EVERY DAY I'd grow a bit tired of it. Sure, it would still taste good, but I'd want to try out some other flavours. Some men feel this same way.

2. The sex isn't really that "good." Maybe the wife is happily having sex with her husband on a daily basis, but really it's not that good. Perhaps the wife thinks she's fulfilled her part as the dutiful wife with the daily blow job. This sounds like quantity is more important that quality. If the husband is cheating in this case, he's looking for a quality experience.

3. He has an overinflated ego and/or arrested emotional development and feels that he deserves the BBD. The BBD is the "Bigger Better Deal." His wife may be gorgeous, but he feels he can find something better. Whether or not he can actually do better is debatable; it's more about having the perception that what he has isn't good enough. Hell, even Christy Brinkley's husband cheated on her.

4. Temptation, lack of forethought, and know that he won't get caught. If a Brinks Armoured Truck accidently dropped 10K out of the back would you take the money or would you resist? If you knew the likelihood that you would get caught was minimal would you take the money? If you knew that the money would make you feel better instantly and you wouldn't get caught, would you take the money?

Yeah, I probably would. You probably would too. Sometimes there are very good men who slip up and cheat. I'm not excusing this, but it is a reality. Sometimes good people do morally dubious things. Men who slip up aren't horrible people; they just don't have the forethought to see how easily this situation could go wrong.

5. He's a sex addict. Some men are like that. These guys should probably never get married.

But, that’s just my opinion.

Are You Lustful Tonight?

Are You Lustful Tonight?

The past couple of weeks I’ve been thinking about infidelity; why men cheat it and what causes it.

Men cheat because of a combination of sexual boredom, lack of attention from their wives, needing their egos stroked, poor communication and an unwillingness to confront issues head-on.

Unless the guy’s a complete sociopath, which in the London dating scene is definite possibility, cheating never happens for just one reason alone.

For instance, a typical cheater is the guy who hasn’t had sex with his wife in a year, but because of poor communication and an inability to confront his wife with the issue, he sleeps with someone else. Although his infidelity provides temporary sexual relief, the underlying issue of why he and his wife aren’t having sex still remains. Until that issue is confronted, it will almost certainly be preferable for the man to continue cheating.

Another example of a cheater is the guy who has sex with his wife a couple times a month. Even though the sex is regular, he needs to feel sexy and wanted by the opposite sex. Maybe his wife is too busy with work and kids to take care of his emotional needs. Or maybe the wife is turned off by his neediness. Whatever the case, this is a guy that needs his ego stroked. He’ll probably spend a lot of time flirting with other women before he actually goes through with the infidelity.

In my previous post, Contemplating Adultery, I wondered why a woman would stop having sex with her husband. After much thought I realized that the answer is so easy! It’s also sexual boredom.

Women get bored with just sex. I get bored with just sex. Am I feeling lustful tonight? That depends. I need the wooing; the romance; the gifts; the expensive meals. I need to feel like I’m being chased. I need to feel appreciated and not like I’m being taken for granted; or that I owe the guy sex – or worse that I just want to get it “over with.” I need to feel special and wanted in order for me to give my best in bed.

During the course of a marriage men stop trying to impress their wives. To a certain extent this is natural and makes sense. If a man is already married in theory he doesn’t have to work to hard to woo woman in order to win her over. She, by definition, is already his. Still that goes against the basic human need of wanting to feel desired.

When a man stops trying to impress a woman, a woman stops feeling desired. When a woman stops feeling desired, she stops feeling sexy. When she stops feeling sexy, she stops having sex. When she stops having sex, the husband gets restless. When the husband get restless, he (wrongfully) looks into cheating.

It seems like such a vicious cycle and makes me wonder if marriage is even worth it?

Contemplating Adultery

Contemplating Adultery

As a women who has slept with many a married man I am fascinated by the question, “Why do men cheat?” I’m even more perplexed that I haven’t been able to find a satisfactory answer.

As far as my own fidelity goes, I’ve never cheated on anyone. And, as far as I know, no one has ever cheated on me. Let’s hope that karma’s not a bitch!

Out of the 6 or so married men I’ve been intimate with there seems to be a common theme when I ask them why they’re cheating. The unanimous answer is, “My wife doesn’t understand me [like you do]” and “I haven’t had sex with her in [X number of] months.”

Men are quick to put the blame of their lack of attention and lingering horniness on the wife. Or course, this is convenient to do that as I’m never in the position to question the wife. But perhaps that’s where I should be looking? I know that it takes two to tango, but what happens in a relationship when a man decides to cheat? Is it always the case that wife has stopped having sex with him?

Sex is great. Orgasming is great. Sex makes you feel fulfill, sexy and adventurous. If you stop having sex with your husband, you’re denying yourself the pleasure as well. Why would a woman stop having sex with her husband? A couple theories have been suggested to me:

1. That when women are single, they pretend to have high sex drives in order to reel in the guy and get married. Once they’re married and things settle down, the woman goes back to her real sex drive which presumably is lower. The husband feels cheated. Sort of like the same feeling you get when you see a movie preview that you think looks great; then when you see you movie, you realize they put all the best bits in the trailer. The husband grows resentful of this and ultimately cheats

2. Once women have children, they make their children their number one focus and the husband has to take the back seat.
The husband grows resentful of this and ultimately cheats.

So as single women, if we know up front (i.e. before the wedding) that our potential husbands need sex regularly to stay happy how is this forgotten once we’re married? Is there something that happens to women once they’re married that makes them want to have sex with their husbands less?

One married guy that I slept with said that it had been 8 months since he last had sex with his wife. The obvious question I had for him was, “Well, have you discussed that with her? Have you said, hey honey it’s been ages since we’ve made love. Can we be more regular about it?”

Two things emerged after I put that to him: 1. He’s uncomfortable about talking to his wife about sex. He’s afraid to have the awkward conversation with her. Huh? How can you have a fulfilling sex life if you’re afraid to talk about sex with your spouse? Also, with all the lying and betrayal that’s involved with cheating are you telling me it’s harder to have an “awkward conversation” with your wife? I think men see cheating as an easy alternative. But really, it shouldn’t be an alternative. If a man is not having sex with his wife he needs to have a conversation with her.

And if he does have a conversation with her but it turns out that she’s no longer interested in him sexually, what should he do? What if everything in the relationship is great, except the sex, what should a guy do? I would advise that the guy needs to come to an understanding with his wife that he has to have sex on a regular basis. I would see if the wife were open to the idea of you taking on a lover.

Afterall, it’s rather unfair of her to say, “No, I’m not going to have sex with you, but I don’t want anyone else to have sex with you either.” That’s a bit selfish.

The second thing to emerge from my chat with the married man was that he wanted his wife to find him sexually attractive. He didn’t want to have to “talk my wife into wanting to have sex with me. I want her to want me. “

He didn’t want to have to coax his wife into having sex with him. I suppose, as a man that can be quite demoralizing.

The Cheat Factor. How likely is your husband to cheat on you?

The Cheat Factor. How likely is your husband to cheat on you?

Men are quick to put the blame of their lack of attention and lingering horniness on the wife. Or course, this is convenient to do that as I’m never in the position to question the wife. But if I was, I would give her this quiz.

1. When was the last time you had sex with your husband?

1. Yesterday [5 points]
2. Within the past week [4 points]
3. Within the past month [3 points]
4. More than 3 months ago [2 points]
5. More than 6 months ago [1 point]

2. How many times per week do you have sex with your husband?

1. Everyday [5 points]
2. 4-5 times per week [4 points]
3. 2-3 times per week [3 points]
4. 1 time per week [2 points]
5. I sometimes go weeks without having sex with my husband. [1 point]

3. Do you feel sexually satisfied when having sex with your husband?

1. Yes [5 points]
2. No [1 point]

4. Are you hour husband’s best friend?

1. Yes [5 points]
2. No [1 point]

5. Do you feel emotionally connected to your husband?

1. Yes [5 points]
2. No [1 point]

6. Do you know all your husband's female friends?

1. Yes [5 points]
2. No [1 point]

7. Are you still sexually attracted to your husband?

1. Yes [5 points]
2. No [1 point]

8. Are there any life-changing experiences that may have caused a shift in your relationship with your husband, i.e. pregnancy, birth, death?

1. Yes [5 points]
2. No [1 point]

9. If you knew that your husband required a certain amount of sex to feel adequate (e.g. not restless & not willing to cheat) would you be willing to have sex with him that much?

1. Yes [5 points]
2. No [1 point]

10. Are you open to indulging your husband sexual fantasies.

1. Yes [5 points]
2. No [1 point]

Now tally up your score.

41-50 Points. Fantastic. You have a great sex life and most-likely an excellent relationship with your husband. Chances are he won’t chat on you. Where would he get the time? You’re too busy having sex with him.

21-40 Points Proceed with Caution. You’re in the middle zone here. You’re sex life with your husband is irregular which gives him plenty of opportunity to stray. The good new is at least you’re still having sex, you just need to have more of it.

10-20 Points. Danger. Are you sure he’s not already cheating on you? Sounds like you’ve both grown apart emotionally and sexually. Why bother staying married? Is it for the kids? You need to get your sex life with your husband back on track or you may find him straying.

Phil Petrol and His Massive Cock

“Oh my God, you’re naked!” I exclaim.

“Shhhhhhh!” Phil Petrol urges me to be quiet. I enter the board room and close the door behind me.
He gives me a big bear hug. He kisses me gently and sweetly. It doesn’t seem like the kiss of a desperate married man wanting to get laid; but rather the kiss of a smitten teenager.

Then he turns out the lights. It’s completely dark in this windowless boardroom.

“Nice thick cock!” I say to him.

He reaches for my shirt and raises it just above my left breasts. He moves my boob out of my bra and kisses it. He sucks on my nipple. He switches to my right boob, sucking on it ever so gently.

I return the favour to him. I gently bite his man-nipples. He winces. I can’t tell if it’s in pleasure or pain, but since he doesn’t say, “Stop,” I continue.

I take off my shirt, bra, trousers and panties. I press my naked body against his. It occurs to me that if the night janitor walked in, I would be in a fairly compromising position. I put that thought out of my head and tell Peter Petrol that I want to lay down.

I hadn’t realized how uncomfortable the carpet in the board room was until it was time to lay down on it. Phil lays next to me.
“Now I want you to lick my pussy,” I said to him, as if I were schooling a naughty kindergartener.

He positions his head between my leg and starts licking the area around my vulva. He’s obedient. I like that. He’s not exactly hitting my clit.

“Down, more, “I direct him. “Now to the left. Yes, right there.” He keeps licking me. “Now put a finger in me.” He sticks a finger in my pussy

I compare Phil Petrol’s pussy-eating style to the Shark’s. The Shark uses his whole mouth when he eats me out whereas Phil Petrol just uses his tongue which leads me believe that either he doesn’t know what he’s doing or he’s really not into it. And there’s absolutely no point in getting eaten-out by a guy who’s really not into it.

Then suddenly he gets a rhythm going. I feel hornier and hornier. I can tell when a guy is doing a good job eating me out, because I crave his cock inside me.

I push his head away from me.

“I want you to put the tip of your cock in me. Don’t go in all the way. Just the tip.”

“I can’t do that or I’m gonna cum,” he says.

“You won’t cum. Just the tip.”

“Are you on the pill?”

“Yes,” I lie Oh my god, why did I just lie? “You won’t cum, just the tip,” I urge.

He obediently purses the tip of his cock on my pussy. He pulls away after a few seconds. He sits back. He takes a few breaths.

I place my hand on his cock. I move my hand up and down. He moans and sighs in pleasure.

“Don’t cum,” I say to him, “Now I want you to eat me out again.”

He moves his head between my legs and furiously licks my pussy. It feels amazing. His slow rhythms build up faster and faster. I’m screaming at him, “I want your cock. Fuck me now. I want you to stick it in me.” But he keeps licking. I cum loudly. He covers my mouth. He keeps licking even after I’ve cum, but I push him away.

“That was very nice,” I tell him

“Now, I want to give you a blowjob that you won’t forget. Don’t cum in my mouth.”

“OK,” he says.

“I mean it.”

I put my mouth on his cock. I flick my tongue against the tip of his cock then I take as much of his cock into my mouth as I can. I bob my head up and down. I use my full lips to provide the ultimate suction. He moans, which indicates to me that he’s enjoying it.

I stick a finger up his asshole. He moans even louder. I keep sucking,

“Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God!” he yells.

Then I pull away.

“Wait, where are you going?” He questions.

“That’s just a taste of what’s in store.”

“Baby, you gotta stay. At least watch me cum.”

“Next time,” I say casually.

I quickly put on my clothes. I turn on the light. He’s standing there with a enormous hard on.

“See you tomorrow at work,” I smile and wave goodbye.

And So I Waited…

And So I Waited…

Phil Petrol, the VP of Ad sales was supposed to call me 8:30 PM yesterday. Although I had the chance to save my dignity and abscond, I actually ended up staying in my office, perusing though PerezHilton.com for gossip. Every fibre of my being said “Go home, don’t wait for this idiot,” But part of me was curious, why had he suddenly asked me out?

At 9:00 PM I got tired of waiting. So I left my office in search of something to eat. I told myself, “If he doesn’t call by the time I eat, then I’ll just get on the tube and go home.”

I headed off to McDonalds and bought a happy meal for £1.99. Whenever I buy a happy meal I pretend that it’s for my non-existent kid which seems less embarrassing than admitting you’re a cheapskate. The cashier didn’t take the bait, hence I didn’t receive a fun, yet useless happy meal toy.

After I ate, still there was no call, no text, nothing from him. So I thought to myself, “If he doesn’t call by the time I get to Chancery Lane, I’ll get on the tube and go home.”

I got to Chancery Lane. Not a word from him. I got on the Central Line and headed to Bank. I changed trains to the DLR. It seemed to take ages for a train towards Canary Wharf to arrive. I passed the time by playing Breakout on my Blackberry.

As soon as the train surfaced above ground I received a text message from him. He says he’s on his way and that he’ll meet me in Covent Garden in 30 minutes. Damn, not enough time to go home. Too much time to go directly there, but whatever. For once in my life I was ridiculously early.

I arrived at Covent Garden and watched a street performer play an acoustic version of Blondie’s “Call me.” Out of sheer boredom I played a few more games a Breakout, beating my all-time high score. I called, the Voice-of-Reason in New York. I called a friend in Spain. I called another friend in LA.

While I was on the phone I got a text from Phil Petrol saying that he’ll be 10 more minutes and he’s on his way. It was past 10PM now.

What the fuck am I doing? It’s 10:30 on a school night and I’m waiting here in Covent Garden like an idiot. What did I really think was going to happen.

15 minutes later he arrives. He looks good. He’s wearing a light blue Armani shirt and dark trousers. He has a posh yet difficult to place accent. Apparently he’s a child of the world, having grown up in 4 different counties. At times he sounds English, then mildly Australian, bizarrely Canadian cross ed with posh American boarding school type accent; think Julianne Moore in The Big Lebowski.

He apologize for being late explains that he was at a business dinner with some folks from Nintendo; that he’s negotiating to get a free Wii and a Wii fit, for his own personal benefit. My God! I’m playing second fiddle to a piece of exercise equipment!

We go to one of the many pubs in area all the while I’m trying to figure out his agenda. I want to know:

1. What does he want?
2. Is it appropriate for me to be hanging out with a married man past 8PM in the evening?
3. Does his wife know where he is?

He buys me a white wine and orders the same for himself. We talk about work stuff. It’s nothing out of the ordinary except that it’s nearly 11PM. Surely, he could have talked about work stuff at work, no?

The pub calls last orders. We finish our wine then search for another pub. We end up at the Walkabout – ugh! For those of you not from London, the Walkabout is a cheesy Australian-themed pub. Young crowd. Party atmosphere. Loud music Faux Australian culture. Basically everything I detest in a pub. But we had little choice. As the Voice-of-Reason would say, “Any port in a storm.”

We order a bottle of white wine and take a seat in the back. Phil Petrol keeps mentioning the low-cut top I wore during the Christmas party. I try to visualize what I was wearing, but I can’t quite remember.

“I’m sure I remember you telling me at the Christmas party that you were gay,” he says to me.

“No, I’m not. I must have been joking if I said that.”

“It just weird’s me out, man. Cuz, well, you know…”

“No, I don’t know,” I say challenging him.

“Cuz, well, I, um, well, I was looking at your breasts that night. And I had these thoughts.”

“Like thoughts that I was gay?”

“It’s this top you were wearing. So low cut. And I kept looking at your breasts.”

“Well, yes. They’re there to be stared at,” I say jovially.

“But, well, after that night. I put you in another category.”

“The gay category?”

“Just that category where nothing would ever happen between us.”

I sense a slippery slope here, but I pursue with the questioning. “Shouldn’t I have always been in that category?

He seems nervous; tongue tied, and a bit frustrating at me for not being able to understand him. He takes a deep breath.

“I fancy you,” he states, “There. I’ve said it. And when you wore that low cut top I thought about what it would be like to suck your nipples.”

I barely raise an eyebrow. I’ve been down this path before with the BFE, CS, the DG, and the Shark. Suddenly, I’m not feeling so naïve.

“Cool,” I say in a confident and bitchy way that could only suggest I have his balls in my hands and I’m calling the shots.

“And I think about how great it would be to lie naked with you,”

I don’t ask the obvious questions:

• How long have you felt this way?
• What about your wife?
• What about your kids?

Instead, I ask him more pertinent questions:

• How often do you masturbate?
• What are your top three things to do in bed?
• Do you have an erection right now? [and I feel for proof]

He seems thrown by the conversation. He pauses for long periods of time before he speaks. As if he had been anticipating a conversation with me, but not quite this conversation.
I tease him a bit. I lean in and go for a kiss. I put my hand on his crotch. I can feel raging hard on beneath his trousers. His kisses are nice, gentle. He has plump lips; almost as big as mine, but not quite.

We spend twenty minutes kissing. We finish the bottle of wine. By then he’s begging me to set a day where he can leave work early and come over to my place.

“Why? “ I ask him. “I mean, what’s in it for me?”

But this point I was quite drunk. I don’t remember what he said, but I do remember his answer was so pathetically laughable; merely a flimsy excuse to fuck.

I’m evasive. I tell him, ‘sometime in the future, maybe.” Still, he presses me for a time, a day. I don’t give in.

We exit the walk about and walk towards Piccadilly Circus so we can both catch our respective night busses. We’re walking and then suddenly he turns and pins me against the wall. I can feel his cock pulsating against my leg. He kisses me and then kisses me some more. “I want you Anjelika.”

I feel my pussy getting wetter. I was now officially horny.

We continue walking. I realize that I need to use the loo.

“I’m walking back to the office to use the bathroom,” I tell him.

“Oh, I have to use the bathroom too.”

“Quelle coincidence!” I say ironically.

“No, really, I do,” he insists. Whatever!

It takes 20 minutes to walk back our office building. I go in first. The office is silent and empty. The lights are out in the women’s bathroom. I pee, then wash my hands and check my make up to see if it’s okay. What the hell? It’s midnight and I look fabulous—or at least as fabulous as I will look at this hour.

As I walk to my desk I past the board room. He’s standing in the doorway of the board room urging me to come in.

“I’ll be back in a couple minutes. I have to go to my desk,” I tell him.

I continue on to my desk. I had received an urgent e-mail on my Blackberry from one of our producers in California. I need to send some files to her before the end of business day in LA. I send the files that were needed. I answer a few more e-mails. I check my MySpace page. I play another game of Brickbreaker. Then, I get up and go to the board room.

I open the door and there is Phil Petrol standing before me completely naked.

And his cock is massive!

Wait

Wait

It’s 7PM and I’m sitting in my office waiting for a guy to call me. Is that pathetic or what? I should be out there living, feeling doing- not waiting. Not waiting by the phone in hopes that my plans will pan out.

I should be grabbing the bull by the horns and taking charge of my dating / social life. Instead, here I am, like in idiot sitting in my office waiting for a guy- and a married guy at that. I haven’t mentioned this guy before, He’s a work colleague. Today he asked me out in such a casual way that it could hardly classify as an event – let alone a date. I call him Phil Petrol...

I can hear Wanda now saying, “Get out of there. Go home. Go Swimming. Go look after your little doggie, but do not wait for this guy to call. Have you not learned anything from the BFE debacle?”

And yes, I’ve learned SO MUCH from the BFE thing. In fact, I'm pleased to share one of the I’ve learned. Perhaps this is common sense, and perhaps I should have probably already have known it, but last weekend I really realized it.

On Saturday evening I had net sex with a married guy. The DG, for those of you keeping track. I like the DG. I like him as a mate. I respect him as a former colleague. I like his attitude about life. I also fancy the pants off him! And the fact that he bares a more-than vague resemblance to the BFE probably helps as well. I frequent think about him tying me up and eating me out. He’s definitely someone I want in my bed. And we’ve fooled around before, but nothing major.

During our netsex session he was telling me how there are some positions and activities that he wants to try with me. I realize now that this is all talk; all fantasy. He doesn’t want to leave the safety net of his wife. To him, I’m like that one flavour of ice-cream at Baskin Robbins that you say, “One day I’m gonna try that” but ultimately you don’t because you don’t want to betray your favourite standby flavour. (Vanilla, most likely).

The thing is, I like him. I like him a lot. And to him, I’m a savoury sweet—once he’s had his taste, he’s had his fill and he’s gone. If we ever did end up having sex it would mean so much more to me in my head than it would to him. To him, I would be the girl he fucked.

I think that was my key mistake with the BFE. I liked him too much. I wanted him, and he wanted sex. Perhaps if we had a meeting of the minds things would have gone smoother. Of course I fooled myself to think that I was only in it for the sex – but as women can we really do that? Is it possible to ‘just fuck’ and feel nonchalant about it?

Men have a way of cutting off that emotion; that emotion that says, “You are a great fuck and you’re someone I could care for at some point” But I find it incredibly difficult. This is something that I am just realizing now.

It’s 7:50 now and my gut tells me to grab my Oyster card and hightail it out of here; that there is no good to come of this situation. I should go home now, while my dignity is in tact. Or I could possibly suffer the indignity of being stood up.

On the other hand I’ve already applied my lipstick. If I don’t go out, I just won’t know what I’m missing.

What would you do?

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Shower-head Masturbation Techniques for Girls

This week has been about stress relief and masturbation. I had gone off masturbation for a while. I’m not exactly sure why? Too busy? Too tired? Already had a fuck buddy? All of those reasons may have come into play but I think I had simply forgot how great it is to make myself cum.

In this hot summer heat I’ve been taking a lot of showers. Earlier in the week I decided to take a bath before bed instead of a shower. When crouched in the bathtub it always seems like a very good opportunity to use the showerhead massagers on my clit.

Here are the keys to a good showerhead masturbation session

Temperature:
The temperature of the water coming out of the showerhead should be on the coldish side. Even warm water tends to feel hot when it hits your clit.

Pressure:
Not enough pressure will leave you frustrated. Too much pressure will leave you sore. If you want to know how much pressure to use, the try this: Spread some softened butter or margarine on the palm of your hand. Then spray your hand with the showerhead. If the water removes the butter in 5 seconds, the pressure is good. If it doesn’t remove it at all, it’s bad. If it removes the butter almost immediately, the pressure may be too strong.

Distance:
The force of the water pressure will determine the distance you hold the shower head massager away from your clit. Personally, I like to feel the flow of the water just as it’s coming out of the shower head. The feeling of mounting the showerhead on to my clit is fantastic. If the water pressure is bad, however, you may have to hold the showerhead a few inches away.

Angle:
Angle is a tricky one. How much pressure can you take? Do you want a direct hit of the water onto your clit. Or is it better if it’s slightly indirect. I prefer to have it slightly indirect. If I take the full force of the water pressure directly onto my clit it’s too much to handle. There’s also another problem that arises with angle. At the same time your clit is getting stimulated by the, your pussy may be filling up with water. There have been so many times after I have taken a bath that I’ve gotten dressed and have been on my way out the door the suddenly, whoosh! Water had gathered in my hole and was suddenly on its way out. I imagine this is how it is when your water breaks.

Depending on how much water was stored up it may come out at different times. I’ve had occasions where up to an hour later I’ve had a few “leaks.” The easy answer to prevent this is to stick a tampon up your pussy. This will absorb all the water and prevent the leakage problem in the first place.

McGuyver it
If you happen to be at a hotel away from your normal showerhead, you may find that the showerhead in the hotel bathroom is woefully inadequate. Some hotels make it difficult to get good pressure out of the showerhead. So here’s what you do. Take the showerhead off, so that what you have is more or less a hose/ hosepipe. Usually all that’s involved is a bit of unscrewing. Once the showerhead is gone you’ll notice that there’s way more pressure available.

There you have it. So go to work. And if you found any of these tips useful drop me a line: me@naivelondongirl.com.