Erectile Dysfunction: A Woman's Story of Coping & Hoping

By TJ Allen

Oversexed, Under Loved and Always Ready. This is not your typical mono for a 50 year old woman as much as it would be for a 20 year old. It is my mono and some of us are as young as we feel. Men on the other hand can have issues that we never imagined. Like sanitary pads and tampons 10 years ago, erectile dysfunction drugs are advertised on television and broadcasted on the radio stations. However, is taking them really helping or is it more of a psychological fix. Heres my story.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Apr 26, 2013
• ISBN: 9781483628509

Book preview

Chapter 1

They say that marriage is a hand in hand daily compromising commitment. The only thing that my marriage truly consisted of was sexual foreplay and intercourse. That was my only demand when agreeing to say I do. At the age of 30 I had my career and he had his career. So, now it was the first month of marriage being in the same home and bed.

However, he relaxed right into a mode of less sex and passion into a cuddling couch potato. That was a problem within the first 6 months of the marriage.

We had our first big shout out and all over putting out. The argument was loud enough for all of the neighbors to hear especially living on the third floor of an apartment building and my father was even present in the second bedroom. He got impolitely told that he was either going to have sex no less than 3 times a week or get the fuck out and move over for the next real man to take his place.

Due to my anger over the situation, I walked out of the home and took a ride to calm myself. I got into my car and drove around the city to absorb the whole incident. I only agreed to his marriage proposal to get what I wanted which was just a sex partner only. Nothing more. Having been married twice before and not getting my tank filled in the past, I chose to walk away and allow other swinging dicks to try their hands at attempting to satisfy my passions and desires.

This particular relationship was starting out bad. It had become easy for me to just say I divorce you and walk away, never looking back. To me, failing once is enough. Failing at all is a big ego boost and need not to be repeated.

So, after driving around to cool my temper, I returned home and gave him an ultimatum of put out or get out. I was not going to waste my time in a relationship that was of no use to me. I prefer a human toy over a dildo and there are too many fish in the sea that would prefer to try and satisfy my body. At 116 pounds and a D cup chest I already gave up 3 other human toys for him.

Of course his only reply was okay to my demands and that he was not going to leave and walk away without trying.

Chapter 2

The next 3 years of our marriage, he did his job of being my sex toy.

Then it came time to attempt to reproduce and start a family. This meant no birth control pills, the use of condoms, and getting my timing down just right to know when the best sexual intercourse attempts would be to create the outcome I wanted. We were still able to continue my demand of three times per week even though he was older and heavier than he should be for a police officer.

Then I wanted to begin trying to conceive a child. However, 3 times a week was not going to cut it. I changed the game plan to everyday sexual activity until I