As I’ve whined about over the years I have quite a few problems coming from injuries, love life woes, etc. Then you went and told me I had a weak pelvic floor. As if I didn’t have enough to whine about???
Okay so this gets better. I started doing kegels. I got pelvic weights (a box of three– they’re really pretty and I’d show you if it weren’t, like, inappropriate.) As you know, fixing that has been a major help with my running (to tighten abs and take the strain off my hip flexors), making my belly look flatter, etc. etc. etc.
But guess what??? There’s an added benefit. SEX!
So I got laid which hasn’t happened since before I got serious about my kegels. Now I’ve always tried to work those muscles in bed, like any self-respecting Cosmo reader does. But it never does anything but make me tired and the drunk rif-raff I’ve dragged home never notices anyways. But all that’s changed.
So picture us there in bed (it was mega hot–I’ll spare you deets), and I squeezed those muscles, and he was like, “Whoa! I can really feel that. Keep doing it.”
And I did. And it ruled. And I’m like an extreme sex goddess now so this fool better effing call me!
Anonymous girl in dating hell who does her hundreds