Hey Vulva Owners, Your Sexual Peak May Last Longer Than You Think

Hey Vulva Owners, Your Sexual Peak May Last Longer Than You Think

The following information was compiled from various sources including books, scientific studies, and personal experience. Some of it may not be 100% accurate but it will give you some idea of what your own sexual peak might look like. The best thing is that all these things are based on your individual body chemistry and lifestyle so they won’t apply to everyone.

In general, women reach their sexual peak between the ages of 25 and 35. However, there are exceptions such as those with extremely high estrogen levels or those who have had multiple pregnancies. If you’re one of them then you’ll probably be able to go much longer than average before having a major drop off in fertility.

Women generally start experiencing symptoms of menopause around age 45 and it gets progressively worse until they stop menstruating altogether after which point they become infertile. There are several reasons why this happens, but the most common reason is because ovulation stops occurring. Ovaries don’t produce enough eggs to sustain a pregnancy and once that occurs, the egg just doesn’t survive long enough to implant itself into the uterine wall.

There are other factors that contribute to menopause too, but it’s mostly due to hormonal changes that occur during aging. A woman’s fertility starts to steadily decline after age 35. It’s not a major drop off, but it does slowly get worse with time. By age 40, most women will experience menopause symptoms.

From there, the decline in fertility and overall health just gets worse from there and eventually they stop menstruating altogether.

Basically, the eggs that a woman is born with are the only ones she has and they don’t last forever. However, there is some good news. Fertility declines much slower than it does for men. It doesn’t take long to put a bun in the oven once a woman enters her 30s.

As far as how much time a woman has left after she enters her 30s, that’s hard to say. Some women will be children forever and will experience no fertility problems until they’re well into their 40s. Other women will start experiencing menopause symptoms in their 20s or earlier.

This is why age alone should never be a deciding factor on whether or not to have children. Some women are just made to give birth and others aren’t. If you want a family then you’ll probably have no problem at all getting pregnant in your 30s (or even late 20s), but if you don’t then it’s probably best to hold off until after 35 since fertility does tend to decline with age.

Another thing to keep in mind about aging is that it’s a numbers game. If you want to have several children then you’ll need to make sure you start having them before your fertility declines too much. Once a woman enters her 40s, even with medical intervention, her chances of having a child decline rapidly. By age 45 chances of successful fertility declines to nearly zero percent without medical intervention.

Personally, I think you should do whatever you feel is best. Just keep in mind that if you put it off too long then you may never get the chance to become a mother. It’s your choice though. Good luck.

I hope this information is helpful.

jason

What follows is the e-mail from my mother.

Dear Jason,

I hope you are doing well. I just wanted to let you know that I’m sorry for what happened the last time we spoke. I guess I got a little emotional. However, the last thing I ever want to do is make you feel bad about your decisions.

You are a smart boy and you seem to have thought everything through. I accept your decision and will support it.

I’m glad you said you were going to stay in touch though because I want you to know that you will always be in my thoughts and I love you no matter what. If there is anything I can do to help, please just let me know.

I’d also like to apologize for whatever I may have done to contribute to your feelings on fertility and aging. It’s just that, well, you’ve grown up quite a bit faster than I would have liked and as a mother I couldn’t help but try to prolong your childhood a little while longer. It was wrong of me to do so though and again I’m sorry.

I’m glad we had this talk and once again congratulations on your engagement. I hope everything works out exactly how you want it to.

All my love,

Mom

I close the window and begin to type a response.

To: Mom

From: Me

Thanks for your letter. I really appreciate you respecting my decisions. You’re right; I have thought everything through and what I’ve decided to do is what’s best for me. I also think you’re right about Martha; she sounds great (better than great actually).

I’m sure you two will be very happy together.

Thanks also for the offer to help if I need it. The truth is, I’m not sure exactly how this process works so I may take you up on that offer in the future since it sounds like you have a lot more experience with this sort of thing.

It’s great to hear from you and I’m glad we had this talk as well. Take care Mom and tell Dad I said hi too.

Your son,

Jason

I send the message and then suddenly feel extremely tired. It’s been a busy and emotionally exhausting day so I lie down on my bed to rest for awhile.

I wake up and look at my alarm clock: 9:00pm. I’ve been asleep for over ten hours. I sit up and rub my eyes. I get up and notice that I am indeed hungry.

I wonder what Martha had in store for dinner as I head downstairs.

I expect to see the dining room lit with candles and the dinner served on fine china but instead I see the room in shambles. Dinner is spread out all over the table and the food is cold. I notice that Martha is slumped face down on the floor.

Martha, are you alright?”

I ask aloud.

I race over to her and check her pulse. She has none. I lift her head up and see that her eyes are bulging out and blood is trickling from the side of her mouth and down her chin.

I stand up and back away slowly as my heart begins beating faster. I feel like I’m losing my mind. First my dreams and now this…

I race upstairs and grab my laptop and begin frantically searching for any information that I can find about ghosts or spirits or anything else supernatural. However, nothing turns up. I don’t know what else to do except to try to rationalize all of this. I haven’t found any information on ghosts or spirits but maybe “something” has made it hard for me to find anything about them.

I decide that what has been happening must be the work of a jilted ex-employee or stalker. Someone who knows I own this hotel and is taking advantage of the fact that Martha never changed the name after she took ownership from her father.

I decide to call the police and after I explain everything that has been going on, they advise me to stay somewhere else for the time being. They also say they’ll look into the case and keep me posted.

The next few days are a blur. The police don’t find any trace of anyone suspicious in the area and the security cameras around the hotel weren’t working that night. The press gets a hold of the story and begins to report on it.

I’m hounded by the press for a few days until I check into a hotel under a different name.

I don’t know what to think anymore.

Was this all in my head? Am I losing my mind?

I can’t think straight anymore.

With my mind racing a hundred miles a minute all I want to do is sleep. So that’s what I do. My sleep is restless and dream-less for many nights and days until finally…

I wake up with a start.

I look around and I’m in a hospital room. There is an IV drip in my arm and bandages on various parts of my body where the rug burns were.

“You had us very worried,” a voice says. “It’s a good thing that your boss called the police when he did and they were able to get you here quickly.”

“Martha…?” I ask groggily.

“She’s fine. She only got a bump on the head when she fell because of her high heels. She’s been staying with a friend and will be coming by to visit you later.”

I arrange for my transfer to another hotel since this one is now a crime scene and try to put all this behind me. I can’t believe that I thought someone was trying to kill me on more than one occasion, but I’m glad that nothing worse happened and no one else was hurt.

I quit my job at the hotel and move back in with my parents. I try to keep myself busy with various hobbies but I still feel trapped and confined as the days go on. One day I wake up and decide that it’s time for a change of scenery so I move far, far away to the other side of the country.

That’s when I start going downhill…

I get a job as a hotel maid, but my new life doesn’t bring me joy. Things just keep getting worse and worse until one day I decide to end it all.

My suicide is ruled as accidental death due to the combination of pills I had ingested and alcohol. My parents are upset and angry at me for ending my life, but I think they know deep down why I did it.

Sometimes I still wonder what exactly caused me to act so crazy that one fateful night. It still gives me the creeps when I think about it and I hope that I am finally at peace now.

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