So, during a recent sexual encounter when I rolled over to go to sleep my orgasm count rested at one.

Prior to then I cannot recall the last time I only had one orgasm.

It took a while to process this because I wasn’t actually sure that I had only one.  I racked my brain trying to get myself to believe that there may have been a small one that I didn’t count but nope…just one.

I didn’t come out of the experience angry. I can’t even say that I was unsatisfied.  I wrapped my arms around his waist and slept peacefully.

I wasn’t angry the next morning, and I’m still not.

I’m just kind of stuck on that one orgasm though.

Its like I was at the top of the sexual conquest mountain and now I am in the valley.

He & I are gonna work on that but ….one.

Last night when I masturbated I knocked out five. I am not sure that my ego can take another one orgasm session. Like it got me wondering if something was wrong with me.  Mind you, less than a week prior with a different partner I soaked through his mattress so I know that I am not broken.

My communication perhaps is broken.

I’ve been spoiled over the years with talented partners doing things that I crave.  This particular partner is still learning.  He is slowly walking into his role – the role I desire of him at least. We did have a moment where I contemplated tossing his ass on the bed and riding him into dust….

except real talk?  I haven’t ridden a dick since my son’s father and the kid is now 16.

I’m unsure how to have the conversation with the guy.  I mean I know we are gonna get naked again, and I also know better than to wait until we are naked to have that conversation.

I will figure it out though….you know I will.

 

….as always I will let you know how it turns out.

 

Aphrodite Brown