He finishes first. She feels it. He knows it. But he keeps going anyway. Unrelenting. Fighting post-coital fatigue. On a mission to make her cum.
Her hips slow. Her eyes soften. A satisfied smile.
As he slides out, landing gently on the bed, panic crosses his face.
It can’t be over. She didn’t finish.
A tale as old as time.
Do we have to do this… again?
This is the part where I try to convince him that I enjoyed myself. Which I did. And like always, he won’t believe me.
Sometimes I get there, sometimes I don’t. Sometimes he gets there before me, and I’m cool with that.
In his world, it doesn’t count unless I cum.
“I really enjoyed that,” I offer. He responds with the usual grunt, rolling off me before trudging into the bathroom.
If this was really about me, he would believe me, right?
In a perfect world, sex would be unburdened. All parties would enjoy it for what it is and what it isn’t.
Maybe there would be orgasms. But maybe not. It would be all good, regardless.
But the world is not perfect. We humans are flawed and burdened. We need to be validated. To be convinced that we did a good job.
Yet, even when the validation comes, we don’t believe it.
What’s that about anyway?
And in the meantime, someone who actually enjoyed themselves has to spend the rest of the night convincing you they did.
Yep, we’re going there in this episode. Listen here (up there 👆🏾) or on your favorite platform.
