This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Notre Dame chapter.
I’m not trying to brag, but I’ve mastered the art of orgasm. I know exactly what gets me
off and exactly what doesn’t, so when I’m with a guy and he’s not doing it for me, I know
that I’m not going to climax. I’m going to make the most shameful confession a woman
can ever make: I’ve faked it before. A lot. Allow me to explain.
I was casually hooking up with a friend during my sophomore year and he was really hot
and the foreplay was really good, but when it came down to it, he wasn’t getting me off.
The sex was good, I just couldn’t finish. And so I faked it. Every. Damn. Time. He still
has no idea, and we’re still friends, and he thinks our fling was the hottest thing ever.
I’ve watched enough porn to know what guys like to hear, and I’ve unfortunately
mastered the art of the fake orgasm as well. Knowing what it’s like, to be so turned on,
and know that you’re so close, and not able to jump that fence, is an awful feeling. I
would go home after our escapades and melancholically pull out my vibrator and have
the most self-pitying orgasms. Some night I wouldn’t even do that. I’d just sit in my room
and ponder. And since then, I have become a huge anti-faking advocate.
I was casually hooking up with a guy my junior year. The first time I slept with him, he
gave me two orgasms. Two! And that was the first time! For someone who didn’t know
my body at all, I mentally high fived him. The next few times we hooked up I didn’t finish
at all. I think I was putting too much pressure on the situation because the first time had
been so amazing (double amazing, really.) So the next time I saw him, I went in with
absolutely no expectations. I felt completely relaxed and was willing to let whatever
happen. That night I had seven orgasms. I was blown away. We ended up dating a few
weeks after that and I remember telling him how amazed I was those first few weeks
we’d been hooking up. He stared at me, shell shocked. “You mean… Some girls lie
about that? Like, lie to my face? While I’m inside them?” And then it hit me. All men
believe (or want to believe) that every girl they’re with can orgasm at the drop of a hat.
So ladies, stop faking it. Seriously. The day I stopped my sex life radically improved.
Because what’s the point of a fake orgasm? You strain your voice and feel out of breath
and then when he falls asleep next to you, you’re left there with your mind going a
million miles an hour and tingling, unsatisfied lady parts. He might be happy. But he’s
not the only one in the race.
Xx, Gemma
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