I live in fear of LBD. No, not Little Black Dresses (I feel thebomb.com in those), but the dreaded, much fretted about and possibly imaginary Lesbian Bed Death. Is reaching a sexual standstill really inevitable in a long-term relationship? Are my orgasms numbered? Is LBD coming for me to stop me coming for eternity?
Now, before we get all hot and bothered, I should clarify that I have zero complaints in the bedroom department. My beloved and I have been together nearly four years and can still be found bow-chicka-wowwowing on the reg, coming like a pair of old timey steam trains (#HumbleBrag). But nevertheless, there is a pervasive, niggling narrative that somehow seeps under my sapphic skin. I hear time and time again that in a long haul lez/bi couple, the sex will eventually dry up entirely, leaving you entirely, ahem, dry. I tentatively broach the subject with my Mrs,