Fuckin get on my nerves, the books that imply, one thousand orgasms, experienced by Gorgeous sexy artistic women immaculate windswept moody hair walk cliff tops risking young lives - don't care. Fuckin gets on my nerves - orgasms don't just happen, don't just occur magically, you've got to work at it and sometimes you're lucky and sometimes you're not, usually not 'cos you're nervous - it's your first bonk and you've fancied her for yonx, you've got slippery fingers and she's got cold ones, your body's racked but doesn't deliver, the tension is killing you but the fucking orgasm evades. Fuckin hate those tales of perfect love and perfect sex - it doesn't happen - except in those writers D R E A M S, but they like to fool us delude us in-adequate us. We all want to be gorgeous sexy artistic women have those evasive one thousand orgasms but can't.

© Scarlet    Tu 1 May 1990

Note: I wrote this in response to the boom in lesbian slush fiction that took place in the 1980s. It seemed that all Divinia had to do was lower her eyelashes in Lucinda's direction, and the lucky woman would experience uncontrollable multiple orgasms ! This was in pretty stark contrast to my own sex life - I had no trouble finding women to fuck, although they usually didn't have such stupid names - I just couldn't, well, ya know.... COME !! Thankfully this problem didn't last. Once I'd decided that there was something wrong with me and that I was just never ever going to have them, I was taken by suprise ! Sweet sweet wonderful beautiful joy....

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