It's hard to explain. My cervix sort of acted as a back-stop for penetration. Rob would hit that & that was as far in as anything would go. Even w/the vagina's amazing expansive powers, there was a defined 'end' to the tunnel.
Now... Even though I'm all healed shut on that end of things, having everything pulled out of there has made my vag slightly longer, and it kind of balloons out a little, so there's this weird sensation that I'm hollow. Like a bottomless pocket or one of those 'sea slipper' toys.
That and there's sensations towards the back where there weren't any before, which is pleasurable but still feels kind of funky. It is nice to not get the stabbing sensation in my ovaries.
And my smell is just off. It's not like there's anything infected or anything like that - I think it's a pH thing. Either that or I've still got traces of antiseptics/surgical tools/whatever that are lingering. Rob can't smell it, though. It may be a hormonal shift - I hated the smell I'd get when I was on the rag, even though no one else could detect it I felt like I was Pig Pen from the Charlie Brown cartoons, trailing fumes of an old butcher shop wherever I went.
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Date: 2011-10-24 01:18 pm (UTC)Now... Even though I'm all healed shut on that end of things, having everything pulled out of there has made my vag slightly longer, and it kind of balloons out a little, so there's this weird sensation that I'm hollow. Like a bottomless pocket or one of those 'sea slipper' toys.
That and there's sensations towards the back where there weren't any before, which is pleasurable but still feels kind of funky. It is nice to not get the stabbing sensation in my ovaries.
And my smell is just off. It's not like there's anything infected or anything like that - I think it's a pH thing. Either that or I've still got traces of antiseptics/surgical tools/whatever that are lingering. Rob can't smell it, though. It may be a hormonal shift - I hated the smell I'd get when I was on the rag, even though no one else could detect it I felt like I was Pig Pen from the Charlie Brown cartoons, trailing fumes of an old butcher shop wherever I went.