lambsone's thoughts

I had to break in a new Gynocologist recently because my favorite one retired. I haven't seen one since 2019, but since I got interested in bdsm again last August, the possibility of the physical connection at some point, necessitated (spell?) that I make sure all was still functional.

So, she entered the exam room, sat down, then asked what she could do for me. I explained that I was starting to date again at just shy of 72 and wanted to be sure that nothing was wrong that would impede having sex.

She asked why I wanted to have sex, but the tone of her voice seemed to say "Good grief, why are you even contemplating sex at your age." I said because I want companionship and everything that goes along with it. That answer seemed to kind of mullify her for the moment.

Then she asked "Do you even have a libido?" By this time I want to scream "Lady are you here to help or make me feel like a societal cast off?" But I kept my thoughts to myself and answered, yes but not as strong as I used to.

I can still climb the pleasure mountain, but when I get to the top, instead if gleefully sliding down the trail of bliss, I seem to quietly fizzle out at the top. However I get enough pleasure from the climb, that I just accept the fizzle as the new orgasmic experience. LOL! 

I told her that I was having trouble getting a dildo in me. She said, doesn't it hurt? I said yes. So she explained that after menopause the vagina shrinks due to lack of blood flow and also because of lack of sex. I have never had much sex anyway in my life so I was naturally a prime candidate for pain.

I'm also a victim of scoliosis and my research revealed that many women with scoliosis experience discomfort during sex. Yeah me. Now I'm starting to question God and why He's done me dirty all my life. Anyway, I digress.

By the end of the appointment, I was just looking forward to getting out of there and back to my little fantasy world. She mentioned that I should use an oil based lube like olive oil or vegetable oil, instead of water based. So Lover's Lane, I guess you've been replaced by the grocery store supply chain.

In retrospect, I'm glad I don't have to see her for another year. She never cracked a smile and I've had to do some self talk to repair my ego as a legitimate woman since. But I will survive because that's what we women do.

The End.

It's good to periodically check to see how you are doing in the love area. Compare your way to love to the gold standard.

I mostly try to be kind to those who have no regard for others, because it's not right to hurt other people. And once you've been hurt, you know how bad it feels, and thus try to avoid putting others through that.

But I confess, that there are times when I feel the need to stand up for myself and the feelings of others be damned.

What kills me is that those who are so vehemently rude, uncaring, and hell bent on destroying another, are the first to go running home to mommy when they get a taste of their own medicine.

I found these at a discount store in my neighborhood. I was looking for packing tape for my Ebay store and happened to glance down and there they were at $.99 each. They kind of have a glow about them too.

For those living in Cleveland and suburbs or Akron, I found these at Marc's. If you want some ɓut your store doesn't carry them. Head for W 150th and Puritas. Look for the aisle right past the picture frames.

Recently there has been a discussion in the forums on tickle torture. I confess that I am ticklish and wouldn't be able to get through a complete abdominal exam if my life depended on it.

However, something weird happened to me the other day when my teeth were being cleaned at the dentist. The hygienist was buffing my teeth with that little twirling brush that they put gritty stuff on. All of a sudden she got to the top inside area of my mouth about three teeth from the center and she touched the roof of my mouth. and it was ticklish. It happened on the other side too. 

I have never experienced that at the dentist before. I wonder if that could qualify as tickle torture in the dentist chair? LOL!

Original here by Jack 

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I love this photo of my mom and dad before they were married. It was one of the only happy moments in their lives. I sometimes pretend that they stayed that way, and try to imagine what our family would have been like if they had.

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Aliljaded yours Meet me in Montauk is from: Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

Mine: "I wish I had never been born"

It's A Wonderful Life

Frankly my dear. I don't give a damn!

Thank you Kinky Poet for the challenge.

For those who need an Easter service to go to, or would like to listen to one, this is the one I go to. Jonathan Schaeffer our senior pastor preached. 

The service has 15 min of singing for worship, then the message, and then singing afterwards. 1 hr. 10 min long.

Jonathan focuses on how to have a life free of guilt, and experience true forgiveness. Plus a lot more. Check it out.

https://www.youtube.com/live/04EAzet3XpM?si=LBAmtW2GdEiVP7P9

This article is posted at Leather and Roses and is comprised of questions I had as a new submissive in 1999/2000. Sir Gardener comes from a Christian BDSM perspective but many of the answers can be applied to all BDSM relationships.

http://www.leathernroses.com/generalbdsm/gardenerchristianbdsm.htm