A long time ago a spiteful woman told me, “You’d better be careful about that multiple orgasms thing.  You might run out.”  Unfortunately she seems to have been right.  Something is broken.  It broke during the first pregnancy.  I started to kind of get it back between kids but it’s been gone for a while now.  I can kind of sort of eventually get there with a vibrator but it’s not what it was.  I have orgasmed during sex, but it’s not what it was.  It is rare.  That’s…  When Tom and I went to Leather Retreat I had to ask for permission for my orgasms and keep track of them.  I can no longer recall the exact figure (and I didn’t blog then) but it was several hundred.  Now if I have one a week that’s pretty good.  Something is broken.

I can no longer handle the mental space around the fantasies that used to always be present in my mind.