Has your sex partner complained about your vagina/penis?

This following story is about how I got to start masturbating. And also it is about a man who didn't want to accept his erectile dysfunction problem.

In the summer of 1986 I met Scott while on a trip to Europe. During the two weeks we spent together in the Greek Islands, Scott accused me of having a too-tight vagina and suggested that I undergo surgery.

Back home from the trip, I spent half a year putting one finger and then two fingers in my vaginal hole to stretch it so that Scott could get inside me when we saw each other again that winter. Scott lived in Scotland and I was in Los Angeles, more than five thousand miles apart. (This story is my husband's favorite. He laughs hard in disbelief that a man would ever complain about a small, tight vagina.)

I kept up a long-distance relationship with Scott for three years although I knew that our sex life was not good at all. (I didn't know that Scott, only forty-four, had an erectile dysfunction problem.) To me sex was just a tiny part of our relationship. Respecting and missing him were more valuable to me than sexual intercourse. You could say I was young and naïve. Or stupid.


Adapted from "Sex Secrets of an American Geisha: How to Attract, Satisfy, and Keep Your Man." Read more story on masturbation