So here's something I wasn't expecting to write about this month.
For those of you who've been following along with my marriage blog posts over the years — you'll know that I don't hold much back here.
My husband ordered a supplement. For his ejaculate. Without telling me.
Specifically, a bottle of something that promised to "increase semen volume, force, quality and taste." He told me the night it arrived. I laughed because I honestly thought he was joking.
Because he's not a supplement guy.
So when he sheepishly mentioned he'd ordered "this thing," my first thought was: why?
I've also never had much of an opinion on that part of intimacy.
The amount, the colour, the taste — don't care. Never minded any of it. Never sought it out either. Textbook indifferent, and I'd imagine that's probably the default for most of us.
But I told him: "sure, take it, knock yourself out." Slightly amused. Slightly suspicious he'd been watching too much 'internet content.' But mostly: fine, go ahead.
Honestly the biggest reason I was tempted to push back was that I'd already seen this movie with my own experiments. Half-used magnesium jars, sleep gummies that did nothing. All just black holes where money goes to die.
But he'd already bought it. So I wrote off the money and thought he'd just take it for a month or two, notice nothing, and stop.
Boy, was I wrong.
...and in more ways than one.
Here's what happened:
Week 1: Nothing. (I'd genuinely forgotten he was on it.)
The first week was a non-event. He took the capsules with breakfast. Intimacy was the intimacy we'd always had. I half-thought: called it. He'd get bored, the bottle would be chucked in the supplement drawer, normal service would resume.
Week 2–3: A Sweeter Difference. (I thought I was imagining it.)
Ok, I'll keep it PG and brief here. Things ended the way they usually do. And as I'm lying after I thought... wait, that was different.
Not bitter. Better. Lighter. Almost — sweet...
I wasn't sure if I was imagining things. So I asked him.
Turns out there's an ingredient in there called bromelain — the same enzyme that's in pineapple juice, except concentrated to the equivalent of something like forty pineapples in a single serving.
Things were suddenly making a lot of sense (lol).
The next time, I actually paused. It was that different.
I told him. He looked smug. Reasonable response.
Week 4: Colour and texture changes. (And my feelings.)
By about week four something else had shifted, this time visually.
You know that typical watery, slightly yellowish, and almost clumpy output that most of our partners drift into somewhere after 40?
Gone.
What was there now was pearly white. Consistent. And — I cannot believe I'm saying this — but just healthy and clean-looking. Like the difference between full-fat milk and watered-down skim.
I know that probably sounds like a weird thing to care about. But it genuinely altered how it felt to me. Cleaner. More healthy. More vital.
Day 30+: The thing I was sure I'd hate became the thing I like the most.
Ok. The volume benefits...
I'm a clean freak. So going in, I would have told you: this was at the bottom of my list. I want less mess, not more. I was wrong.
Well, not about the mess. But about how I feel about it.
There is something about seeing my partner do that that feels — and I'm going to do my best to try put a word to this — primal in a uniquely masculine way.
It makes me feel desired. Like I made him do that.
Like he's that into me and that into this, and his body is just reflecting that back to me.
I had not realised, before, how much of my own satisfaction was tied to that signal. It hits something I didn't know was there.
It's now — and I cannot believe I'm writing this — probably the part of intimacy I look forward to most!
So — what now?
Well, my newfound appreciation has led to us stocking up BIG time (lol). He bought a 90-day supply bundle with a promotion that's running right now, as a little gift "for us."
And we're not going off it!
So yeah — that's the story of my completely unexpected 'finish appreciation' transformation.
So for any other girls out there who've never really given this part of intimacy a second thought — consider this the radar thing I wish someone had told me about a year ago.
I've linked the one he uses below. He's a big researcher — and reckons this one is the best out there for your buck. So that's the one I'd point yours to if he wants to try it.
See the one he uses → The supplement mentioned in this post