Facebook Pixel

Pamela Tames: Vaginal Dryness Got You Stuck?

By Anonymous
Rate This

Ever experience an unwelcome change in your body where seemingly overnight you go from wet as a lake during sex to dry as a week-old cake? I’m talking about the dreaded vaginal dryness. Two words I never thought I’d utter.
In fact, there was a time, when I could tell how hot the sex was by how wet it got, down there, you know, where it counts. You can fool your head with fantasies and delusions trying to convince yourself that the “frog” you’re screwing is actually a “prince,” but you can’t fool it. If it, in the words of my friend, Jane, “Ain’t dripping egg whites, it ain’t happening. The rule of thumb is,” she went, “The wetter, the better.” I nodded dutifully and made a note to myself to never ask for an omelet at her house.

Still, Jane had a point. It demands nothing less than the real thing – true lust and desire. That surge of chemistry that hits you like a bolt of lightning — and, boom, you just gotta have it. So it was a surprise to me when in my forties, with menopause newly upon me, I found myself in bed with a real “prince.” Everything was flashing green and I was ready for a humdinger of a night when shockingly, it wouldn’t drip.
Bone dry. Not even a bit of tacky wetness. Just tree bark rubbing against tree bark. Not to be outdone by my body, I ran into the kitchen naked, grabbed a bottle of olive oil from the cupboard and raced back to bed.
“What’s that?” asked the unsuspecting prince.
“Olive oil,” I said matter-of-factly. “Your tool needs oiling.”
“Oh, no, you don’t,” he said covering himself with the sheet. “You do that and I’ll never be able to eat a salad again without getting a hard on.”
“So give up salads,” I said. “We can’t stop now!” My eyes flashed desperation.
The prince stared down at his penis. It had shrunk to the size of a giant peanut.
“Oh yes we can,” he said. “I’m going to bed.”
He rolled over and was snoring in seconds. I lay flat on my back, staring at the ceiling fan for hours, and asking myself over and over, Had the lubrication faucet just turned off for good?
What would you do? The only thing I could thing of was to go see my doctor.

Add a CommentComments

There are no comments yet. Be the first one and get the conversation started!

Enter the characters shown in the image.
By submitting this form, you agree to EmpowHER's terms of service and privacy policy

We value and respect our HERWriters' experiences, but everyone is different. Many of our writers are speaking from personal experience, and what's worked for them may not work for you. Their articles are not a substitute for medical advice, although we hope you can gain knowledge from their insight.

Female Sexual Dysfunction

Get Email Updates

Female Sexual Dysfunction Guide

Have a question? We're here to help. Ask the Community.


Health Newsletter

Receive the latest and greatest in women's health and wellness from EmpowHER - for free!