It had happened a few times; my boyfriend and I would be going at it, and it was hot. Then after a couple minutes it was… hot. My vagina; it was washed over with a stinging, burning discomfort that I still can’t accurately describe. Like if you ran a hair dryer over an open flesh wound, or your hands were raw from climbing the monkey bars… in my vagina. It concerned me and made me worry that I might lose all enjoyment in sex, but it didn’t happen every time so I tried to push it out of my mind.
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