To celebrate National Orgasm Day, one Fannier shares a rousing story of her battle anorgasmia:
Chasing my O
My body is amazing, can do so many things:
It can dance and try yoga and swimming without wings
It runs away from fear and can shudder at bugs
It takes pleasure from jokes and melt into hugs
But my body could not come
I’d move my fingers this way and that
Tickling and pushing my stubborn twat
But the only thing I felt was frustration
I couldn’t get wet, couldn’t relax couldn’t scream like Harry’s Meg Ryan
I simply couldn’t come
I lubed up, read saucy words, tried porn and such
I’d reach a plateau but then come to... not much.
It would be fine at first then I’d step outside the moment
Wondering if I could make it then
feel desperate and unspent
I really wanted to come
But then I took my finger off the clit.
I looked for other pleasures that didn’t end with “Yes that’s it!”
I tried spanking and stripping and the naked bike ride.
I drew my fanny and felt it swell with pride.
Something began to stir, I didn’t tempt fate.
I let my lips start to talk, I knew I could wait.
Maybe I could come.
As I felt more connected, I learnt to listen to her.
I’d caress her, give her space and ask “what’s the matter?”
Then one day it happened. I stayed in the now.
“Oh my God” I cried, then I started to howl.
I pointed my toes and closed my eyes.
The energy ebbed through me I couldn’t stop it rise.
My body came! It came without any pressure.
I came and it was amazing a real juicy pleasure.
Now I don’t always come every time I stroke
We still have fun, how I love a good poke.
The orgasm is a wondrous, mysterious thing
A treat that can come to us all if you learn to let it in.
But it isn’t the only way to enjoy what you’ve got
Love yourself, no really, you’re ever so hot!
Chasing my O
My body is amazing, can do so many things:
It can dance and try yoga and swimming without wings
It runs away from fear and can shudder at bugs
It takes pleasure from jokes and melt into hugs
But my body could not come
I’d move my fingers this way and that
Tickling and pushing my stubborn twat
But the only thing I felt was frustration
I couldn’t get wet, couldn’t relax couldn’t scream like Harry’s Meg Ryan
I simply couldn’t come
I lubed up, read saucy words, tried porn and such
I’d reach a plateau but then come to... not much.
It would be fine at first then I’d step outside the moment
Wondering if I could make it then
feel desperate and unspent
I really wanted to come
But then I took my finger off the clit.
I looked for other pleasures that didn’t end with “Yes that’s it!”
I tried spanking and stripping and the naked bike ride.
I drew my fanny and felt it swell with pride.
Something began to stir, I didn’t tempt fate.
I let my lips start to talk, I knew I could wait.
Maybe I could come.
As I felt more connected, I learnt to listen to her.
I’d caress her, give her space and ask “what’s the matter?”
Then one day it happened. I stayed in the now.
“Oh my God” I cried, then I started to howl.
I pointed my toes and closed my eyes.
The energy ebbed through me I couldn’t stop it rise.
My body came! It came without any pressure.
I came and it was amazing a real juicy pleasure.
Now I don’t always come every time I stroke
We still have fun, how I love a good poke.
The orgasm is a wondrous, mysterious thing
A treat that can come to us all if you learn to let it in.
But it isn’t the only way to enjoy what you’ve got
Love yourself, no really, you’re ever so hot!
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