By COURTNEY BECK
My name is Courtney Beck, and I have the intention to create more nookie in my relationship.
My fiancé Jules is along for the ride (pardon the pun, or not). This is our story.
Carving out time in your day for nookie is tough, and sometimes you need a little help from your friends, namely a sex therapist and a pleasure brand to help you get your life in the sack back on track.
Enter Jacqueline Hellyer, Australia’s foremost expert on sex and relationships, and Durex.
The program? 30 Nights Of Nookie.
The guinea pigs: A number of awesome Aussies couples, and Jules and I.
The aim: To increase the intimacy in our relationship.
Jules and I have been together for close to 3 years, we’re engaged and we have a human child and a fur child.
I’m going to be honest. We signed up to this program because we both struggle massively with time. In between juggling a 9 year old (Little Miss) and a dog (a.k.a ‘the 40 year old virgin’ whose favourite pastime is shagging his Dalmatian print cushion), throw in both of our jobs and there’s pretty much only time left for sleeping. And if I can be really honest, I’d like more of that too.
We are willingly taking part in this program because we understand that to have a happy home, we need to take time out for us. We have loads of fun together and we have a beautifully intimate relationship, but sometimes completely unsexy things like bin night, cooking, washing up, phone calls, Facebook and the fur child’s rancid farting get in the way.
Just as an FYI, you should know that this post is sponsored by Durex. But all opinions expressed by the author are 100% authentic and written in their own words.
There’s nothing quite like bin night and farting to get you in the mood for love.
It was a very unsexy night like this when we started the 30 Nights Of Nookie program.
It began with the best of intentions, us basically doing household chores at the speed of light; it was a bit like a domestic version of Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom. We ran a lot and instead of a giant stone ball chasing us through a tunnel, it was our responsibilities.
Despite the overwhelming amount of tasks ahead and a looming deadline of 9:30pm (including packing for a work trip to Melbourne), as Phil Collins would say, ‘Against all odds’, we were going to make time for our first Night of Nookie.
What I hadn’t anticipated was after managing to get both our children off to bed, was that earlier in the day Jules had purchased a strange looking world time torch alarm clock (it was the Swiss Army Knife of alarm clocks), which she was determined to set up that night.