Sexless Nights in the City, Part II

“A MONTH?!” I exclaimed. Maybe I said that a little bit too loudly. My mouth dropped to the floor and my eyes widened. I thought I misheard her. I leaned in a little to hear what she said.

“Yes. You cannot use tampons and no intercourse for a month,” the nurse repeated. That’s what I thought she said.

I walked out the door and thought to myself that this was going to be tough. To some people it may seem like a piece of cake. “Oh, it’s only a month” they would say. “It will go by really fast” or “that’s not really a big deal.” Then fuck, you try not having sex for a month. It’s like what they say “once you have sex, you can’t go back.” Well, that’s not exactly what they say but it’s true. It’s a natural and human craving. While some people have a sweet tooth for chocolate, others have a craving for sex. Although I do like my chocolate, I do like my sex too.

I thought back to what is was like before I started having sex. Back then things seemed more simple, carefree. I didn’t have to worry about the complicated stuff such as, birth control, unplanned pregnancy, or worse, STDs. However, I was still very curious. I wanted a taste of that forbidden apple. I knew all that dry humping was only going to get me so far. So I bit the bullet (ouch! Not like that!) and took the plunge with my second boyfriend. My first time wasn’t everything I expected it to be but it was at the right moment and I was with the right person. After that, everything went down hill from there. Ever since that first time, I’ve found myself constantly aroused and here I am temporarily out of service. This is where sex will lead you. No wonder people are always telling you to wait until you’re married.

I brought home the bad news to Tyghe later that night. I tried to figure out the best way to tell him, but there really wasn’t one. Either way it was going to be a downer for both of us, more so for me.

“So how did it go? What did he say?” he asked.

“We can’t have sex for a month,” I blurted.

I wanted to explain to him what happened during my appointment but it was pointless. Every time I tried I, just kept beating myself to the punch line. Besides, he doesn’t need to hear the nitty gritty of it all, just what he needs to know. When I told him about my 1-month celibacy, he had the same reaction except with more bleeps in between sentences.

“So what does this mean,” he said as he took my hand, “is that it?”

“Well, I can’t use tampons.”
“No. I mean about us. A month is a long time.”

It sure is, I thought. “We can still do other things,” I offered.

“Like what?”

Then I thought to myself, he was right. When we get it on, we usually go straight for the sex and skip the foreplay. It’s not that we don’t enjoy it. Sure, it feels great and it’s fun but sometimes you just want that instant gratification. Could that necessarily be a bad thing? Do we tend to glaze over the good stuff that could potentially strengthen our bedroom romps? Have we cheapened the value of foreplay?

It sucks to be close to someone without getting intimate. Every time I’m feeling frisky with Tyghe, I get the urge to jump his bones. Now I have to remember I have a provisional chastity belt strapped to my vagina. I thought long and hard about it. This could possibly be a good thing. It would be one less thing to worry about. Maybe not having sex can help simplify some aspects of my life, or at least the maintenance part. I wouldn’t have to worry about waxing down there. I don’t have to shave my legs as often since I know my boyfriend has no reason to make a visit down there anyway. I don’t have to spend so much time being aggravated when he falls asleep right after sex. Perhaps this won’t be a bad thing after all. I can take this time to go on a sex probation or a sex strike. So for the rest of the month, I’m going to “re-virginize” myself. Can things still be as simple as it use to be before having sex? Once you cross that path, can you ever go back?

Trying to “re-virginize” yourself isn’t as simple as most people may think. At first I thought I could do this with no problem. Later that night I almost broke my probation. The first week was even harder. Working in the adult entertainment industry doesn’t help the situation, especially if you’re watching porn all day. I don’t even like porn. Most of the time while I’m watching it, I’ll be criticizing the actors (if that’s what you call them), the cheesy music, and the way the scene is cut. But now, it’s like I’m watching porn for the first time. I didn’t realize how erotic it could be.

All of a sudden everything was turning me on. I would walk down the street and see couples holding hands and think, “oh ya, they’re definitely having sex” or those two people grabbing a hot dog by the stand. They probably had sex an hour ago. Everybody in this city is having sex but me! Even normal conversations were getting me distracted. I’d be out with my girlfriends for happy hour and we would talk about work and our current relationship.

“My boss was being a real bitch today. I hate my job. If I have to be there one more day then I think I might quit” my friend Sandra said.

But all I heard was “My sex was being a real sexy bitch today. I sex my ass. If have to sex there one more breast then I think I might sex.” It’s sad really. Then again it could just be my raging hormones and sexual frustration talking.

My month is still not over. As for Tyghe and I, we’re still trying to work out the kinks. We can enjoy the foreplay in the meantime. That’s one good thing about where I work, you get tons of free, cool toys. Although I’m not a big fan of toys, it’s something new we can try and venture off to. What the heck? I’ll give it a shot. He suggested butt. I don’t do butt and that’s one kink I’m not willing to try.

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