I would like to brag that I have never faked an orgasm. Honestly, letting your man (or woman) think that he’s naturally awesome and doesn’t need to change his technique just screws you (and/or others) over in the long run.
I have, however, led others to believe I came when I didn’t. (Splitting hairs, yeah, but my moral code prevents lying to anyone but my parents. If there was no stated affirmation, it’s not a lie.)
J recently figured out how to make me cum during intercourse. I wrote about it in some of my erotica earlier, in case you’re curious. Basically, with me on top and the right back and forth hip motion (as opposed to up and down) and enough dirty talk and orders, I will cum. Sometimes more than once. It’s actually pretty cool, since I’ve never orgasmed from just sex before J, ever. Continue reading