This was supposed to be my January post, but life happens! So I’ll try two posts in February to keep my one a month posts vow from last year working.
But let me tell you now of what happened in December & January that left me feeling as if the rug was pulled out from under me. Sex……..was suddenly painfully impossible. I know! OMG level OMG!
But let’s go chronologically. I didn’t have ANY typical symptoms beyond heavy colored discharge, so I assumed I had a yeast infection. I got the over the counter treatment and postponed sex with Sex God and gave him the cream for his cock, just in case, so I wouldn’t get reinfected.
Not only did it not change anything, sex became a bit painful. So I tried another round of treatment and added lube to our foreplay. And sex became impossible. It was as if my vagina had an obstruction! And I was leaking discharge at a phase of 5 pantyliners a day! I’d already made a doctor’s appointment for a general pap so while I waited for THAT to happen I scampered down to Planned Parenthood to get std tested.
Interesting news….HIV testings are now instantaneous! I never knew that and wow, that is rather amazing. It’s like instant good news. Much better than the 2 weeks of stress and worry I had while waiting for the rest of the results to come in. Of course, the longer the wait the better the chance you DON’T have an std. And yet, there I was kind of hoping it WAS an std because my imagination was envisioning tumors and cancer or something equally “blocking”.
And through it all I had to not only abstain from sex but deal with the emotional backlash. I mean, suddenly I had to evaluate who I would be if I could no longer HAVE sex. To those not reading the blog a long time, I had spent the last 6 years rediscovering and celebrating my Cougar/Slut/Sex-Loving personality. It was very sobering to contemplate claiming to be such an openly sexual person who could now no longer have sex.
I will admit during this phase Sex God got a few “poor me” texts. And like the perfect bf he is, he tried to prove that it didn’t matter. That our love would be fine with just cuddles if that’s all we could do. He even modified our sex to try to give us both pleasure with him just tip-in and me manually stimulating my clit to override any pain if he goes a little too deep.
The std tests all came back negative and a week after that I finally saw my doctor. The good news… he saw no tumors or obstructions. He took a swab and we talked about this possibly being a menopause side effect. Apparently some women do have vaginal atrophy after menopause. This causes less pliable and lubricated vaginal areas. So he gave me a sample cream and two prescriptions. He took a swab just in case it was a really aggressive yeast infection.
The first prescription was for some heavy duty yeast infection fighting cream. The second was for estrogen vaginal inserts. This can help mitigate the pliable issues with atrophy and good lube should fix any other issues. He counseled me that it would have to be applied 3 times a week and kept up. And the cream was expensive, “but here’s a coupon”. Ironically when I told my mother about this issue, she promptly when to her cabinet and gave me about 50 suppository inserts of estrogen pills that she got when SHE went through menopause and never bothered using. Apparently she was happy to waive goodbye to her sex drive.
I filled the yeast infection cream first (seriously expensive!! triple digit level) and began treatment. And bam! It fixed it. I finished the entire 5 days but knew it worked as the discharge stopped immediately. Althogh at one point I worried I’d just made the no-more-sex thing permanent as my vagina felt like dry like it’d suctioned closed!
When Sex God and I tried to have sex it was almost laughable. I was as skittish as a virgin, completely gun shy I was so used to painful sex! So we lubed him up and went very very slowly. And, sigh… it went great! I did try the estrogen suppositories for a week and didn’t notice any difference so stopped.
And when Ultimate Man called one night to come play after a long 8 hr shift at Target, I went, as tired as I was. I needed to know I could take his length and girth. And to let him know that I wasn’t avoiding him for a month as much as working on this crazy health issue. Happily I was able to thoroughly enjoy every delicious inch of him.
What I missed during this difficult sexual carpet pull, besides good sex with Sex God and Ultimate Man, was my New Year’s Plans. SG had made plans with another so I asked Ultimate Man if he was busy that night and he was free. But let me back up… in a previous texting we had discussed going to a swingers party. He’s done a bit of that on a resort vacation and didn’t really have good experiences. Understandable because with his good looks, skill and endowment he’s often generating judgement, lust and jealously. But he felt comfortable exploring this with him. And I found out that there are places that do special New Year’s Eve swinger parties. I was REALLY looking forward to doing this, but sadly my body wasn’t going to cooperate so I had to beg off with the lame excuse of being tired.
I DID work at Target that night but my shift was over early enough to have had my fun with Ultimate Man at a swingers club. Imagine the blog it would have been!
Hopefully next year cuz the idea of walking into a swingers club with a 6′, black Irish good looks, swimmers body, thick 8″ man who adores women, oral sex and can last and last… well…. Fantastic way to start a new year!