Citygrrrl

…at not having sex when I really want to have sex. I’m sore all over again. In fact, I’m a little nauseous from the intensity of it all. He came twice. I swear, he’s making up for every guy I’ve been with in the last two years. He also makes me laugh and he seems to think I’m awesome. Our dogs met today for the first time and it went great. I’ll take him, with a side of fries!

I’ve noticed over the past few years that Web sites in the UK offer better advice and information about sexual health than American sites.  That’s my experience when I google things like “sex injuries” or “bruising to the urethra.”  Often the sites that come up in the UK are targeted to University students or other young people.  It’s amazing to me how prudish Americans still are when it comes to talking about sex.  I know that we’re getting better, but still!  I want someone to tell me how long I’m likely to be sore and whether I should be worried about it.  Only in the UK could I find anything useful.  The few American sites that had information on sex injuries were written by and about men.

With that in mind, here’s exactly what I’m experiencing and what I intend to do about it.  When I sit down in a chair I feel pain somewhere between my clit and vaginal opening.  There’s burning when I urinate and when I first urinated after the injury occurred, there was a little bit of blood.  I know how UTIs feel and this is different.  There’s no blood now but I’m still quite sore.  I did a mirror inspection this afternoon of the outside and inside of my labia (lips) and didn’t see anything unusual.

It’s been nearly 48 hours since my last round of sex and the pain is much more localized than it was yesterday.  NG may have the thickest dick I’ve ever encountered.  It’s not especially long, but it rivals R-’s in the girth category.  I’ve had a few sexual marathons in my day but I think the extra girth led to some extra friction where friction doesn’t normally occur. Or, if not friction, then pounding.  The advice I found in the UK suggested that I just let myself heal by avoiding sex and I should feel better again in another day to two.

Argh, a new lover who freaking rocks in bed and I have to take a break from him.  I guess I’m lucky I don’t have a dislocated shoulder or icky tearing.  Yes, things could be worse.  Woe is me!  My hot new lover fucked me until I couldn’t sit down!  Oh woe!

NG and I had a good laugh about how he now has some questionable locker room bragging rights.  He’s a cool guy.

In spite of still being sore from our previous sexual marathon, I went for it again with NG last night. I couldn’t help it. He is really quite spectacular. No sex tonight though. I’m contemplating using a dildo made of ice. I’m not sure how I would accomplish such a thing but it sure sounds nice. Perhaps I will sit on my couch with a sack of frozen peas in my lap. That’s a good way to spend a Friday night, no? I’m hoping for vast improvements on Saturday.

On a side note, CB did end up returning my last text from the morning following his drunken texting. He said in response to my well wishes regarding his probable hangover, “Sleepy.” I didn’t respond and he hasn’t said a word since.

Getting back to NG (who is the one who counts now) we had a really great time hanging out last night and we spent all day together today on a mountain adventure.  You’ve just got to love Oregon’s late winter snow storms!  When we got back we curled up on the couch together in a sort of semi-horizontal hug configuration and made each other laugh while we talked about silly things and basically marveled at how excited we were to have met.  It’s pretty neat.  The interesting thing is that I feel very comfortable around him because he seems so laid back.  I also feel like my head is still screwed on straight, which is cool.  Here’s to hoping!

I am still sore from the sexual Olympics with NG Tues night/morning!  I would like to stop being sore by tonight since I’ll be seeing him and would enjoy some more rolling around.  I may have to get a little creative.  His dick is not super long but it’s thick, which makes going down on him a bit difficult on my jaw muscles.  Yeah, those are sore too.  Even my arms are sore from propping myself up in various positions.  My legs are sore from straddling him and bouncing.  My forehead is sore from where we accidentally butted heads at one point (which was very funny by the way).  My sternum is sore!  What is up with that?!

I think one of the reasons my box is so sore is that when I went to the bathroom after a round of sex, I had several strands of knotted up hair lodged half-way into my vagina.  This cannot have been good for friction’s sake.  Later in the morning, I discovered more hair wedged in various places.  I could see that it was hair off my head but how it ended up down there, I have no clue.  I’ve been chugging a ton of water and cranberry pills to stave off a UTI.  There haven’t been any symptoms yet, so that’s good.  Sheesh.  I think I’ll go take some ibuprofen.  I don’t know how people in the BDSM kink scene handle the residual pain of it all!  I wasn’t even beaten and I feel like I was hit by a truck!  Can’t wait for more…

Thank goodness, I feel better today. I’m still doing the cranberry treatment which is making my mouth taste kind of icky but at least everything seems to be under control. I’m doing party prep this afternoon. Tonight I’ll head out with R-. It looks to be the dating classic — dinner and a movie. I’m looking forward to it!

The party tomorrow should be interesting. It’s looking to be about 50 people, and there are some interesting dynamics amongst the crowd. You’d think now that we’re pretty much all entrenched in our 30’s that everyone would be able to get along like grown-ups. Instead we have these dumb little drama circles of “who done who wrong, when.” Whatever, I expect people will avoid each other if they must. I suspect some won’t stay very long anyway. I’m actually secretly hoping that some of the people who are on each others shit-lists will take this opportunity to reconcile.

I myself have at least a couple of ex-lovers coming, if they can keep their girlfriends on board for it. That’s always the kicker with these guys. Their girlfriends aren’t always too keen on me, and the nicer I am to them, the less they seem to trust me. Again, whatever. Clearly their boyfriends chose to be with them, not me, so I don’t understand why they feel threatened. I wish our culture didn’t encourage us to be so competitive with each other.

Errrgh. I woke up this morning with the start of a bladder infection. “TMI, TMI!” you say? Tough. I’m the one taking cranberry pills and chugging pints and pints of water. This happens to me sometimes. I used to get them fairly frequently, in my younger years.

There’s an amusing story of my honeymoon at the ripe ol’ age of 19, in which a bladder infection turned into a kidney infection, thereby landing me in the hospital and causing me to miss my own wedding reception in my hubby’s hometown. That got the rumor mill churning, let me tell you. The most popular theory was that I was knocked up and too embarrassed to show myself. You’ve just got to love a small town. Sheesh.

I’m thinking that taking on two new lovers, combined with the irritation that comes with a slight latex allergy, is probably the culprit here. My best guess is that the FWB rubbed some bacteria into my urethra while thumbing my clit the other night. I really should know better. Pee right away. Drink plenty of water to flush things out overnight. Ah well. Hopefully I can catch it in time and save myself a trip to the doc. I also have a date tomorrow night with R- and a party to host on Saturday so I’d like to not feel like poo this weekend. If it’s not under control by tomorrow, I’ll have to head for Planned Parenthood. Ugh.

I’d better go drink more water…