My boyfriend and I met a little over 8 months ago. I was at a local coffee shop with my friends listening to ‘open mic nite’. The music and atmosphere were ideal for romance. He caught my eye, and he always tells me, I caught his. Somehow, we ended up sitting next to one another ~.
Tony was drinking an energy drink while I was having one of my usual pomegranate and green tea combos; I’m one of those health-conscious gals, and read about it as often as I can.
After the music ended we talked for about an hour and I typed my number into his cell; of course he asked for it first. I had just gotten out of a heart-breaking relationship and was missing a male companion. Tony seemed sincere, educated, and ambitious, and not that this should be mentioned last, very good looking.
I’m not what you’d define a promiscuous girl by today’s standards, but I do enjoy sex, especially with a man I’m attracted to, inside and out.
Tony text’d me the next day. It was short and charming, and it hit my sweet spot. We both agreed we’d like to see each other again, and just feel things out.
The Stars Were Aligning: Tony and I arranged a date for that upcoming Saturday night but said he wanted to pick me up in the afternoon so we could have a double date; one in the afternoon then another at night; that seemed cool to me.
Tony told me to prepare myself for lot of action in the afternoon, explaining what we should pack and how we should dress. Gym shoes, workout pants or some old loose-fitting jeans, T-shirt, hat or visor, and sunglasses. I didn’t know what he was planning but I like surprises.
He showed up at my apartment with this little cuddly stuffed animal that he even named. It was the cutest thing, and I can’t believe I’m going to say this; I started to feel a surge of sexual energy circulating throughout my body. Tony and ‘cuddles’ were turning me on.
We drove an hour into the hills North of the San Fernando Valley then down a long winding two-lane country road. It was dark for daytime. Giant trees towered both sides of the road blocking the sun. We turned onto this open-gated driveway that was also long, narrow and desolate. Eventually the road opened up into this panoramic prairie that offered breath-taking views of the foothills and surrounding forests; sunlight now squinting my eyes. Barns and stables and all sorts of farm equipment and tractors. Our destination was an old, well-maintained horse ranch; confirmed by the smell as we got out of Tony’s car.
That day was magical. The horseback riding and mountainous scenery were more than enough. But Tony had yet another surprise, a specially catered lunch tucked deep in a secluded part of the ranch that was beyond what I’ve ever seen in a movie or read about in one of my romance novels. Ensuing munching and smooching; I won’t get into details; but you can use your imagination (wink wink).
As we got back into his car to head out and commence “Phase II of our hot date”; that’s how Tony, jokingly, put it, he told me that we’ll be going to his place for a quick shower and change of clothes then head out for more adventures as the sky transitioned from sun-lit to a lunar glaze. Tony said, “You ain’t seen nothing yet babe!” in a cute slightly sarcastic tone of voice.
Tony has a beautiful condo in Redondo Beach with views of the ocean. As I walked inside I have to admit I felt a bit intimidated; just a bit (hint hint). This place resembled your typical bachelor’s pad. I sensed other women had been on his couch, in his bathroom and shower, and on his bed. But I was mature enough to tame my (insecure) thoughts and just enjoy the ‘moment’; that’s exactly what I did, making sure all pre-conceived notions were purged from my mind.
Tony said, “Hey, why don’t you jump in the shower first while I’ll gather up some of my things first then I’ll shower after you.”
That sounded like another mini-part of Tony’s plan, so I asked, “Where are your towels and hair dryer?”
Surprise – Surprise: No more than two minutes after I was already in the shower, in comes Tony. And it wasn’t for him to “gather up some of HIS things first”. He was stark naked, semi-erect, and had a ‘cute slightly sarcastic’ smirk on his face. He slid the shower curtain open, and proceeded to step right on in and commence Part 2 of his smooching plan!
I didn’t say a word because I seemed to have growled instead, “Get in here you gorgeous sexy Manimal; I need you now!” I was turned on hours ago when we were breathing horse manure and playing with a cute little stuffed animal. Now, with him right there in front of me, naked, I just fantasized that that shower was the break away water under Niagara Falls. We ended up doing it; never making it out to dinner.
(I can’t believe I didn’t put two-and-two together when he never laid out what clothing I should bring for dinner. Daaa!)
That’s how Tony and I started our relationship; within hours of first sight. For the next five months it was all fireworks. Every date was something fun, something romantic, and something sexy.
Needless to say, we started to see each other a lot. Plenty of times I stayed the night, and on a few different occasions the entire weekend. We were making love more much frequently as the weeks and months advanced, and I was really enjoying every second of it; until . . .
. . . until one day. Tony and I were alone together in his bedroom when I noticed he was distant from me. Not physically distant, just distant. A woman can sense those things. When I reached out to touch him he, nor his penis, were responding as usual. Normally, he’d embrace me in an instant and we’d hug and kiss, and I could feel him getting hard as he rubbed up against me. Many of these ‘touch and go’ moments resulted in mutual orgasm but this time it was going nowhere, more like ‘touch and no’.
Long story short: What I didn’t know about Tony, and what came as a complete shock to me, was that he was using prescription erection pills every time before we had sex. I know I admitted that ‘a woman can sense those things’ but this one flew completely over my head. Guess I should of paid attention to some of my pre-conceived notions after all.
But now, in retrospect, I can see it clearly. His eyes were always bloodshot. He always had a stuffy nose. On numerous occasions he couldn’t ejaculate, no matter how hard I tried to pleasure him. I noticed it took him much longer to get excited after we’d already had our first orgasm for that day and he became more and more dispassionate the second time around, even non-responsive.
The tipping point was one night, right in the middle when we were having intercourse, he upped and jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom; I heard him vomiting through the walls.
Vomiting! We don’t drink. We eat good. We’re both reasonably healthy. So how could he get nauseous and start vomiting when he’s having sex? Daaaa! My senses, nor my pre-conceived notions, recognized that one.
I was devastated and felt violated. Was I being romanced and made love to by a robot? A guy isn’t real to me if he’s using drugs; especially drugs that ‘make’ him perform. Men having to use erection drugs, and especially hiding them as their little secret, are artificial, phony, and unnatural; it’s wrong. And what adds fuel to the fire is the fact that he hid this from me and I’ll never know if he was ever planning to let me know on his own initiative, or if he planned to keep a secret of Tony’s false truth.
I took all this personally. It snipped a huge chunk out of my heart. Having something like that hidden from me, especially from a man I’m sleeping with, is a crushing blow to my womanhood. My mind has been racing ever since; a barrage of questions festering inside me with what-if and how-could-he scenarios, false justifications; it’s intoxicating.
Wasn’t I pretty enough? Was there something about my body, or my vagina, he didn’t like? Don’t I make him feel good, just by being me? Wasn’t he attracted enough to me to be romantic, on his own? To get an erection, on his own? To be a man, on his own?
Frantically driven for answers and explanations I began to read up on the field of sexual health, especially men’s, a subject I always took for granted.
What I discovered, within the first few seconds searching the topic on-line, is that millions of men use prescription erection pills all clearly aware there are plenty of associated risks. Men use these drugs for one of two basic reasons; because they want to perform better in the bedroom or have lost their desire and natural ability to perform sexually and they just want to make sure they don’t fail.
My question is, ‘which of those two reasons explains why Tony uses prescription erection pills before having sex with me?
I’m a calm kind person but this one really pissed me off, mostly because I was so naïve and hurt, down to my feminine core. But with my ongoing research, and a few discussions with my level-minded friends, I gathered a bit of clarity into an entirely new aspect of human health and sexuality.
One thing I’ve learned is that there are natural, safe and healthy alternatives that provide similar or identical results as do ‘all’ those dangerous, sickening, prescription erection pills. And not only are these all-natural ‘alternatives’ to be considered alternatives in the literal sense, they also provide a countless list of other healthy benefits by nourishing a man’s entire endocrine or sexual-reproductive system that includes the sex-centers in his brain, his penis, prostate and testicles, helps to boost natural levels of hormones, like testosterone, and even provides healthy benefits to his heart and circulatory system.
After my blood pressure returned to normal, and having a better understanding of why men use these drugs, I confronted Tony face-to-face. I looked him directly in the eyes and told him I knew what he was doing. I asked him how he could withhold such an intimate thing from me. I told him I felt violated and that my self-esteem has dropped to its lowest level, ever. I couldn’t contain my emotions and I began crying. I asked Tony what else was he hiding from me.
I opened my mouth and let him know exactly how flustered I was. I told him that, uncharacteristically, I snuck into his drawers, cabinets and closets, and found his stash of pills. He had three different kinds, all of which had supplier printouts that listed a long list of negative side-effects, including the side-effects he had while having sex with me. In fact, the list of negative side-effects was ten-times longer that the list of benefits.
I told him these pills are not good for him; and they’re certainly not good for ‘us’. These drugs are polluting his body, and ‘our’ relationship.
As I was yelping away at him his eyes were locked right into mine. His vision was piercing into me. Piercing good, not piercing bad. He melted right in front of me; “You’re the only person who’s ever shown that much concern for me before other than my own mother”. He continued to say, “Wow. I surrender. Guilty as charged! Sorry!”
After a moment or two, and a few wiggles from his Adam’s apple, Tony chuckled, “So what’s next coach?”
I replied, “We’re buying you one of those androgen-nourishing formulas. You’re going back to the gym. You’re not eating any more white bread. And you’ll report to me, in person, each night at 10 pm, in the bedroom, for your daily assessment from your loving girlfriend, Jody, wink, wink!”
“Is this gonna be to be one of those Rocky and Micks’ type of relationship now?” Tony mumbles.
“No, it’s one of those Tony and Jody’s type of relationship, with the emphasis on ‘Jody’s!!!”, as I stuck my tongue out at him.
The ‘Real’ Beginning After the False Start. “It’s Phase II of Tony and Jody”, as he calls it now. Tony was completely apologetic, and shed a tear or two himself during that confrontation. But to be honest, I have a few of my own secrets that I’m never planning to tell him, so I felt a tad guilty getting all over him for hiding something from me; just a tad, wink wink.
Like me, Tony was single when we met, but not by his choice. The way he puts it, “I got dumped”. His divorce was emotionally painful, and financially devastating. This crushed his ego, increased his stress level and caused a high level of anxiety that stripped him of much of his manhood. He no longer was financially secure, working his ass off on the days we didn’t see each other so he could show me good time when we were together.
Like millions of other guys, Tony believed using prescription erection pills would make things easier. Heck, his trusted doctor prescribed them to him. The more we seen each other the more his performance anxiety rose to levels he just did not want to contend with. He needed to pop a pill more often, and that’s why he was unresponsive on many occasions. Plus, to hit another one of my ‘sweet spots’, he just wanted to satisfy me. He admits he was wrong and that those pills were making him sick.
We can work it out! After plenty of discussions, and truly believing that Tony is a terrific guy, I told him I’m more concerned about his health because I really do care about him and, so far, can see a future for us. I told him that while reading up on sexual health sciences I learned that as men age, or get themselves out-of-shape, they inevitably experience a condition known as Andropause, which is the slowing down or cessation of their sexual system. Andropause is a man’s menopause manifesting into symptoms of a loss of libido or desire, difficulties obtaining or sustaining an erection, and complications trying to achieve orgasms.
Tony was like a kid in a candy shop. He listened intently and was overwhelmed that I would lovingly accept one of his weaknesses, instead of praising only his strengths.
I told Tony that he should try an herbal formulation that’s been proven to nourish a man’s androgenic system. The ingredients in the formula I found on-line originate from Mother Nature, designed to naturally boost a man’s passion, penile blood flow for firm long-lasting erections, and provide higher levels of sensitivity that result in powerful orgasms. Additionally; and this is my own selfish agenda (wink wink), I told him that this formula is proven to speed up the time between an orgasm that allows men to repeat the erection-to-orgasm cycle so we can do it over and over again! Tony nearly blinded me with his pearly whites on that one!
Needless to say, Tony is a new man now, and so are ‘we’. He’s more of a complete lover than I ever expected. The anxiety of performing is no longer an issue for him. Tony is relaxed and the best lover I ever had. A false, unnatural start turned into a real, natural, healthy beginning. Tony and I are doing great!
Thanks to Mother Nature who had it all figured out long before I met Tony in that coffee shop and long before prescription erection pills were ever invented. If you’re a woman who’s suspicious that your man is using prescription erection pills and you really want to help him stay healthy then please visit the websites listed below to obtain more information on sexual-health and androgenic nutrition.
Remember, sexual disorders and the challenges they present are never a ‘me’ thing, they’re always a ‘WE’ thing.
Thanks for listening to my story!
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