ALL IN MODERATION
Today’s sex crazed contributor is forced to tame her inner beast
After I graduated high school, I started dating a guy who was amazing in the sack. He had some kind of crazy sexual power over me—every time I saw him my inner animal came out and I wanted to jump him. We were having sex three or four times a day—a record for me.
That summer, my girlfriends and I decided to take a beach vacation. I was upset that I’d have to go a whole week without getting any, but I decided that trading sex for some sun wouldn’t be so bad. We hit the road, but we didn’t get off to a very smooth start. A half hour into our drive we had to stop so I could use the bathroom. Within another 20 minutes we had to stop again, and so the pattern continued. I kept feeling like I had to pee, but I just couldn’t.
When we arrived at the house I ran to the bathroom where I noticed another symptom—some light bleeding. I was terrified that I had an STD, so my friend called her mom who’s a doctor.
“Is she having a lot of sex?” she asked. Bingo.
It turns out that I had an extremely painful, highly annoying infected UTI. Luckily, I was able to get some medication immediately and make the most of my week at the beach. From then on, I tried to calm down my crazy sex life. I guess you really can have too much of a good thing.
