Sting and Trudie Styler are still talking about their fabulous sex life
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Yeah, yeah, it’s great… we get it.
Sting and Trudie Styler, who have been married for 18 years, are talking about their fabulous sex life again. But this time they aren’t touting tantric; Sting is now saying he likes it “tawdry.”
“When we see each other, it’s romance. I don’t think pedestrian sex is very interesting. There’s a playfulness we have; I like the theater of sex. I like to look good. I like her to dress up. I like to dress her up,” Sting, 59, tells Harper’s Bazaar.
What’s the most romantic thing they’ve ever done for each other? “Romantic? We like tawdry.”
He adds, “Relationships aren’t easy, and I don’t think they’re particularly natural, but we’re lucky because we actually like each other. We love each other—that’s a given—but Trudie lights my world up when she comes into a room. I don’t take her for granted.”
Tags: Harper's Bazaar, Magazine, sex, Sting, Trudie Styler
January 13th, 2011 at 10:26 am
That’s pretty awesome and those two are looking really damn good.
January 13th, 2011 at 11:43 am
Yeah if I had their sex life – I’d probably should it from the rooftop also…
January 13th, 2011 at 2:43 pm
Sting has never done anything for me. I think it was all the stories about his ego that made him seem even more unappealing. These days he looks more and more like a psycho killer.
January 14th, 2011 at 7:58 am
Ya but a SEXY psycho killer
January 16th, 2011 at 11:58 am
I’m Sting, my highest purpose in this life?
Over-indulgence with my wife.
All day we shop and drink and eat,
All night we pound each other’s meat.
Like Pavlov’s dogs we salivate,
If dinner time is ever late.
We smack our lips and start to groan,
Like dogs with a delicious bone.
We’re proud that there is just no end,
To our capacity to spend.
Some morons donate all their dough,
We’d never be that stupid, though!
I love the pics in Harp’s Bazaar
‘Cause I look like a porno star.
Thanks to Adobe photo shop,
My saggy wife looks kind of hot.
I’m looking good, I’m lean and mean;
A sixty year old sex machine.
I know I’m smarter than the rest,
‘cause money does buy happiness!
Inviting thinkers to our home,
So we won’t have to drink alone.
Who cares what famous thinkers say?
When here, we keep them drunk all day.
I used to wonder which was me;
The Sting on stage or Sting/Trudie.
Now I don’t wonder who I am,
I just get drunk; who gives a damn!
My intellectual image is gone,
I flushed it all right down the John.
Pretentious ain’t what I’m about
Now I am “Sting the Drunken Lout”!