." "No." He looked at her, genuinely puzzled now. "What do you mean no?" "Don't call it that", she answered and looked almost nauseous. "Call it what?... "An orgasm", she answered, and clearly looked disgusted now. "Then what..." "I don't know", her wife answered. "And I don't care. But what I do know is that what you, or any man, experiences when that little puddle of testicle sludge spurts out, isn't an orgasm. It's an insult towards women everywhere to call it that. Because it clearly doesn't. I told him that I hadn’t slept very well, but I felt a lot better, and thanked him again for listening. Again he told me it wasn’t a problem, and he was glad to help. He said that he could never stand it when a pretty woman cried. I started blushing and looked down at the table. It had been years since my husband and said anything that sweet. He put his finger under my chin, and lifted my face so that I was looking him in the eye, and then told me that he meant what he had just said. As I. He was turning me down again. I hadn't meant to fall for him, but after a year of amazing sex with this man it was kind of hard not to get attached, I was only human right?! So, instead of a night of passion with my married lover I went round to my friends where we would drown our sorrows til the early hours. "I just don't fucking understand him" I slurred to Lottie, many hours and many bottles of white wine later. "Babes, he's a bloody idiot! I mean, look at you!" she looked me up and down for. .. C knows I like doggy so after relaxing a while from getting my point that was our next switch. I was standing now, holding to the back of the sofa while C hold my right leg up so he can come in me very easy and deep from behind... Some opportunistic guys with familiar faces were standing right in front of me at the other side of the sofa, presenting me their jewels and tools. All I had to do was open my mouth to get one and that was very tempting. But I did not. I pretended not to be.