I've Never Had an Orgasm

I’ve never had an orgasm.
Though I have fantasized aboutthat euphoric milestone hundreds of times.
Who ever planted the idea of us straight single women not needing men is a complete idiot.

I’ve never had an orgasm.
Twenty. My sex drive constantly reminding me that either
A. I need to be pounded.
or
B. I just want to be held.
I can count only a number of times I’ve ever been held by a man.
Having my hand involuntarily placed down my classmate’s pants in the seventh grade doesn’t count. Fucking bastard.

I’ve never had an orgasm.
I fantasize being held by strong, gentle arms. Those arms wrapped around my waist as I’m on top. We’re chest to chest, our hearts beating simultaneously.
My overworked fingers want a break. They want to cling bed sheets instead of a buzzing device that fails at resembling a penis.
My engorged clit wants release. I find it fascinating that by simply stroking it a few times my body produces natural lube. I guess you can say it’s my own personal chocolate fountain.

I’ve never had an orgasm.
I want to tie his wrists to the bed and play a game.
I read a Cosmo article about different games to play.
I found placing a mini donut on top of a penis and teasingly eating it off to be intriguing.
I want to look into his eyes and make him beg.
I want to suck and lick until he’s about to cum and walk away.
He’s so turned on that he breaks away from the handcuffs and chases me down. He claims me.

I’ve never had an orgasm.
My virginal walls desires to be filled.
I want to make love.
Fucking hell.
I want theBig O.