Horny? Sure Hope It's Not "Persistent Sexual Arousal Syndrome"!

For as long as we remember we've gotten sympathy pains from first-person stories about exotic ailments. It probably started when we were seven and read a story in Ladies Home Journal by a sufferer of trichlomania, that disease in which you can't stop pulling out your hair, because something inside you gets off on that tiny pang of precisely-targeted pain and you just need to feel it over and over and over, and we started thinking of what we did to our Barbies' hair every day, and how much more addictive/painful/satisfying it would be to to it to our own... Anyway, Elisabeth Pellegrino's poignant story, as told to Esquire, is sort of like that.

My whole vagina felt like a pressure cooker about to go off any minute — but it wouldn't. No matter how much sex I have, or how many times I masturbate in a day — five, six, seven — there's never any release. Imagine a constant case of blue balls.
Uh, we can!
It's about the size of my fist, and it's deep in my vagina, so it can't just be itched. It needs to be filled. One of my friends from the support group has it in her clitoral area, so she can use one of those clip-on toys when she's at work. But none of that stuff works for me. I can't just run into the bathroom. I have to use an internal toy. I know some people with PSAS — persistent sexual arousal syndrome* — who numb themselves with drugs or ice. But that doesn't work for me. Sometimes I'll leave work for a nooner or grind away a bit on a stool. That doesn't relieve the pressure, but it helps.
NOOOOOO. Thanks for ruining our ORGASMS, men's magazine! We're all ready to go home and compulsively vibrate ourselves until we BLEED.

What It Feels Like...To Need Sex All The Time [Esquire]