You want to know how great sex isn't? I've started wearing incontinence undergarments. Do
not
laugh at me, I'm a normal healthy woman of 29. I don't do weird stuff. I'm just producing an excessive amount of vaginal fluid. Excessive for me.
Don't get me wrong, sometimes the fluid is useful. But only when I'm actually having sex. I don't want to be a leaky faucet whenever I see a cute guy. I don't want to buy undies by the gross and carry a dozen around just to get through the day. I don't want to ruin furniture, mine or anyone else's.
And now you're saying, 'speaking of gross...' I don't care, guys get a lot grosser and don't care who hears it. You want to brag about your big prick, and how you drive women nuts with it? Then you'll have to listen to what a woman experiences when she's aroused. And it won't be by you, loser.
It's not like I'm lonely, or deafened by a biological clock. I'm okay as I am. Some no-commitment sex, once in a while, was fine up to now. So why am I getting way too interested in guys a step or two above ordinary? I mean, I always thought I had pretty high standards. Movie-star looks, chiseled body, yeah, those would widen my eyes, and maybe something else. But even then there'd be only enough slickness to make everything down there feel nice. Now, if a halfway decent guy so much as smiles in my direction, my knees slam together audibly. I really don't want to be a menace to public health and cleanliness.
My gynecologist told me to kegel. That slows it down, but it still happens.
When I was younger, I'd put a wad of tissue inside my panties. I could then dribble a bit, without becoming a biohazard. This is different. Much worse.