This story is based on the real-life confessions of a source that shall remain known only to this author.
Once upon a time, right in your
neighbourhood, was a girl who’d never had an orgasm. It wasn’t for lack of
trying, mental barriers or moral apprehensions. She just…never had been able to
get an orgasm and so she decided to take to social media to find a guy who
could give her what she wanted most.
It didn’t take a long to line up a few
candidates whom she believed would be able to do the job required and do it to everybody’s full
satisfaction, including her own.
First she tried a lumberjack and this guy was
some kind of Jack with a real piece of ‘lumber’. Standing about 185 cm (the
jack, that is. Not his ‘lumber’), he was tall, muscular, good looking. Blond
hair, blue eyes and spoke with an accent. All the things that turned her on. As
if straight from the high northern Swedish woods, he was direct and
uncompromising but she thought a little roughness might do the trick for her.
However, at the end of the day, when his lumber had turned into a pile of wood
chips, he despite all his best efforts hadn’t been able to give her orgasm,
either.
She tried the academic type, with all the
theoretical knowledge in the world. What Freud knew about psychology, this guy
knew about sex and how to please a woman. Or so he believed. Unfortunately, it
turned out that the one he knew how to please best, was himself and it didn’t
take long, in fact way too short, before he was all spent and was laying there
on the wet spot, looking like something between Harry Potter and a wet puppy
dog. Again, no orgasm and major disappointment.
There was the school jock. The ‘eternally
lasting’ (or so the promise was), physically fit, young, good looking, every
Barbie dolls Ken doll, who had plenty of confidence but not much in the tool
box or in terms of a ‘pleasing’ history. She thought that maybe his stamina
would benefit his performance and lack of other attributes. They tried every
position, every angle, every known trick and a few unknown ones as well. She
had him missionary style, she had him doggie style, she had him upside-down, in
bed with lights off and curtains closed, she had him on the balcony at high
noon, in the middle of the sunshine and with at least one or two peepers in the
tower across from hers. At the end, she had to admit that he was not shabby,
but he still wasn’t able to give her that orgasm she so desperately wanted.
She then had a guy 20 years older than her.
A guy who didn’t have all the fireworks you see on Canada Day or July 4th,
but was far superior in tenderness and intimacy. She enjoyed the tenderness,
the intimacy, the kisses and the soft nipple bites. She loved being licked and
with him she truly felt like a woman, again, but still, no orgasm.
She tried on a couple of occasions to dress
up to get undressed. To dress for the occasion. To dress to seduce. Being the
slim type, relatively tall with small beautiful breasts, she would wear a qipao
or a pair of heels matching with a tight skirt and a white blouse
revealing that she wasn’t wearing a bra
under it. She picked a guy who turned her on. There were oils, massages,
champagne, strawberries, chocolate. You name it. For a couple of hours, again,
she had him multiple times, and he her, but in the end, the result she was
getting sadly familiar with. No orgasm.
She tried just about every second media
platform from Facebook, over snapchat, twitter and skout to instagram, wechat
and skype. She even found one or two at the library, the grocery store and her
childs day care centre but all her best efforts were in vain. There were not a
guy in this world, it would seem, who could give her an orgasm. Her great
beauty ensured that she was never in short supply of suitors. Once she was told
that the most important body part, in terms of having great, orgasmic sex, is
your mind and so she try to just let her body go and focusing her mind on the
act of pleasure, but nothing seemed to work for her. It was at that point in
time, she came to the conclusion that maybe, just maybe, it was not really
about the orgasm, itself, but the journey of discovery and pleasure. The orgasm
itself, was just like being kicked off the bus at the end station after having
travelled across the continent on a journey of self-discovery and so she
decided that this was ok. She was now more experienced than ever, more
experienced that any of her peers, more beautiful than ever and most
importantly: She was still a woman.
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