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PRACTICE TALES
The Erotic Dreams of a
Menopausal Housewife
“It’s those pills doctor, you’ve got to do something about them. My husband’s
getting worn out!”
Mrs. C had always been an outgoing, vivacious, no nonsense type of person who
came very quickly to the point. Her point was her dreams.
She had originally presented with symptoms of the menopause - hot flushes,
irregular periods, dry vagina and poor libido. In her early fifties, her symptoms were
not unusual, and she was started on the normal dose of hormone replacement
therapy (HRT). The Americans tout these pills containing oestrogen and
progesterone (the female hormones) as the pill of youth, but that normally is a slight
exaggeration.
HRT will certainly slow the aging process by maintaining skin elasticity (therefore
fewer wrinkles), preventing breast sag, lubricating the vagina, strengthening bones,
and if desired, returning a woman’s regular periods, but old age eventually catches all
of us.
The husbands of these women are frequently surprised to find that their wives
develop a renewed interest in intimate marital relationships, at a time in life when
they had almost given up all hope of any further activity. Libido (sexual desire) is
both a state of mind and a level of hormones. Most women are more interested in sex
in the middle of the month at the time of ovulation, but when the hormones
disappear with menopause, so may the libido.
Mrs. C’s dreams were erotic. Her oestrogen pills were having not only their normal
physical effects, but were giving her very vivid, and enjoyably salacious dreams.
The stories spilled out of her as she sat beside my desk in the surgery.
The Mongol hordes had surrounded the nomadic encampment of her family. She (in
her dream) was a young, beautiful, virginal daughter of the tribal headman. After a
prolonged and valiant battle, in which she played a significant part lassoing the legs
of the charging Mongol horses to make them fall, her family and friends were
slaughtered around her, and she was carried off as a prize for the handsome, virile
son of Genghis Khan.
She was swept up onto the back of a horse, and her captor galloped away with her
across the vast plain until the Prince’s encampment came into view. She was taken to
his yurt, flung through the door, and landed in a huge pile of luxurious silks and furs
that covered the floor of the yurt, and decorated its walls.
The prince strode into the tent, bare to the waist, his muscled chest glistened with
sweat after the exertion of his ride. He undressed her with his eyes, and then ordered
her to prepare herself for him. Her desire for him was as great as his was for her. She
nestled into the furs and waited for him to penetrate her.
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