About a year ago, my then-boyfriend came over with a box of these spermicidal Trojans. Neither of us had ever tried spermicidal condoms before, but he figured it couldn’t hurt to have some extra protection. Of course, when your boyfriend brings over a box of condoms you know the night is headed somewhere good, and before long we were in bed, minus clothes. After some foreplay, he rolled one of these sticky, smelly things onto his cock and I bent down to stiffen him up a little more with my mouth before he entered me. Big mistake. When I put my tongue on his cock I got a mouthful of the disgusting spermicide. It was sticky and hard to get out of my mouth, and the taste lingered even after I had some water to try and get rid of it.

After having penetrative sex, he started to go down on me and found that the flavor had lingered there too. Since oral was a big part of our sexual routine, the nasty flavor and mouth-feel of the spermicide killed the mood for us. And that’s one thing that a condom definitely shouldn’t do.

As a woman, I can’t really speak to whether these condoms are comfortable to wear (they all feel more or less the same to me), but my partner told me they were uncomfortably tight and thick enough that he lost some sensitivity. We gave these condoms a few more tries, but between the taste and the thickness, they just didn’t work out for us. I still have half a box of these in the back of my drawer, and unless I run out of everything else, I doubt I’ll ever use them again. I didn’t have any problems with the functionality of the condoms— they didn’t break, and I didn’t get pregnant— but they just weren’t pleasant to use.