Today I have great pleasure in hosting a guest post from one of my readers, a lovely lady by the name of Beth.
Beth first commented on my blog on a post last summer called Once Upon a Time, a story about the one and only time in my life when I have had my heart truly broken. Most of the time my blog is fairly frivolous, but this post and Beth’s comment have stuck in my mind ever since, as the one time where I’ve felt like something I’ve written may have actually made a tiny difference in someone’s life.
This week Beth responded to a post I wrote about orgasms, commenting on her ex-partner’s rather selfish attitude in the bedroom, and I invited Beth to vent her frustrations in a formal letter of a complaint, in the hope that it would help her to lay to rest these ghosts of boyfriend past.
Beth took up the challenge, and here she is! Please make her very welcome…
Please take this as a formal letter of complaint and in the manner it is intended – to give you some indication of this, you should be thankful your boss, friends, ex and current girlfriend are not cc’ed into it.
This is in reference to the consistent failure of you to ‘finish the job’ (outside of the obvious way a man does) when having sex. Way back when I was swooning over your perceived charms, I believe I evoked an orgasm for you without actually taking my clothes off – admittedly, a little wrist action was used. I have never taken a ‘tit for tat’ attitude towards anything, so didn’t think too much of you not giving this pleasure back, we were only in the early days of our relationship after all.
I would just like to point out though that your abilities to reciprocate this were alarmingly substandard for someone with so much confidence and such a large ….ego. I can honestly say I willed myself to lose all control when I did eventually sleep with you, but to no avail. That’s right, I did not have an orgasm the first time I slept with you. I didn’t even fake it. More alarming than you not noticing this apparent lack of enjoyment on my part, is the fact that I never actually had an orgasm with you. Not once. Never. I know, can you believe it? You, the stud, did not make me come.
You once appeared concerned that I hadn’t had an orgasm during one of the sessions of sex when you were not drunk (and were obviously not sleeping with someone else, as you so often were, because otherwise, let’s face it, you wouldn’t have cared). This was, however, a normal occurrence.