Lessons In Lube

Over the past decade, I’ve ditched that itchy Agent Provocateur bra I wore for every hot date when I was 27 in favour of a cotton crop top.

I’ve also stopped getting a wax every time there’s a slight chance I’ll get some action and I’ve started adding lube to my shopping basket when I’m buying shower gel in Boots.

Writing that makes me cringe. In fact when, in my early thirties, I realised I was going to need to start using lubricant, I became convinced it was a sign of early menopause. I started dreading sex in case I couldn’t ‘perform’ (which was how I viewed it) and, when I finally gave in and went to the chemist to buy a bottle of Durex’s nest, I put together an elaborate shopping basket of stuff to hide the bottle – lest the self-checkout judge me.

Read the rest of this article in the 4 December 2018 issue of Grazia magazine