Orgasm expectations.
I bit ago on Erosblog, Aphrodite wrote about a fight she had with her SO over the quality of her orgasms. It got me thinking. Vishnu on a vibrator, I mean seriously folks, I'm in the land of a million screaming "orgasms" immortalized in film. A world where if someone isn't coming, they're only shifting positions. A place where every fuck is just as it should be for the participants.
In other words, it's a bloody fantasy realm of the highest order. For instance, not every girl is going to be keen to quaff a semen martini. Not every woman is just dying to gag and suffocate on some cock. Not every lady is going to be enthusiastic getting pile-driven standing on her head. Some guy whips off with a spur-of-the-moment facial and likely as not, his lover is going to stuff his testes into his ears. If for no other reason than ejaculate burns like unholy hell if it gets in the eyes. I bet they go through Visine by the case at bukkake shootings. It's all about the spectacle. The grand gesture. The biggest impact. It's a KISS concert with lube.
Humans are eerily susceptible to programming. Thousands of studies have been conducted. Millions of hours devoted. Princely sums of money invested in the hows, whys, and for-how-longs. And to this you have the adult movie industry. But it doesn't just stop there. You don't get quiet little orgasms in main-stream cinema either. Hell, if TV shows touch on sex, they carry the implication of toe-curlingly intense ones.
So I guess it shouldn't be surprising that men and women would totally screw themselves over in regards to sex. Guys want to believe they are the best thing ever to descend upon a woman's nether regions. Women want to show their lovers how much they are into them. Which apparently equates to some stupid measuring stick that the louder/wilder the orgasm the better the sex. As if you could really quantify enjoyment.
The fight Aphrodite writes about is horribly stupid and short-sighted. Shades of expired seafood, but you don't bitch about whether someone else's orgasm was "good" or not. You just don't. It's fucking crass. No wonder many women fake their orgasms. Even if he can find their erogenous zones without a GPS and map, he's going to be critical of it anyway if it doesn't conform to his personal idea of what her orgasm should be. So why bother?
Why bother indeed. Goes back to why women shouldn't fake orgasms. Why should you fuck someone that you can't enjoy the climax honestly?
People, especially women, orgasm in different ways. I've known women that just don't reach climax with sex. I have ex-lovers who go totally rigid and silent as it hits them. Had some who gasp. Some who scream. Some who moan. Most run the entire range. It all depends on the moment. And ultimately, I just radiate desire and enthusiasm to make sure they're satisfied. If she tells me she's happy done, then I take her at her word. And how do I know they aren't just being polite? Because I doubt they'd ask for more ravishing if they weren't enjoying the hell of it.
I still wonder how many guys out there are actively engaged in killing the goose that laid the golden egg. If she's having orgasms and is happy with them, shut your bloody gob before you put your smelly hoof in it.
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