I don't know if it was due to the stress of everything that was happening in my life or what, and although my sex drive has never wavered, (and sometimes, I actually wish I could put a leash on her) my precious lady bits and the ability to climax had gone on strike... for like, OVER A YEAR! I know my hubby isn't the most persistent of lovers, but I have to give him some credit in trying every once and a while, because he did.
Him and me? Zip.
Just me? Zilch.
Me & The Purple Thumper? Nadda.
WHAT THE HELL? My friends had also offered up the hypothesis that it MUST be the stress that I was under, but I still wasn't convinced. I'd gone thought shitty times before, but once the clothes came off, I have not but 1 focus. I am able to cut out the background noise and life's bullshit... always. It was baffling.
Then... 2 nights ago... WHAM! And then... WOW, YES and OH GOD! That's right. After probably the better part of 18 months of zero orgasms I achieved 4 in under half an hour. THANK YOU JESUS... and my husband, of course. (The rare times you'll catch me being religious is ironically in the bedroom, go figure.) We didn't do anything different than the other times when it was the 3 of us (me, hubby and Purple Thumper) but I don't even care or wish to offer up a post-game analysis.
And it wasn't a fluke either, because last night the Great Eruption happened again.
Conclusion? I'm back, baby!
The curse of 2010 has been broken. 2011, I already fucking love you!