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That was the beginning of sex for me. I had more partners between then and my wedding night, nine years later, than I can remember, maybe close to 30. I had a lot of sex, but no orgasms in those days. And I don't fake orgasms. Sex is very enjoyable without a climax, and I enjoy the hell out of sex, even without the orgasm. I think now it was because I was having flings and not relationships that caused me to not let my guard down enough with a guy to risk the emotional abandon of orgasm. I was 21 when I discovered how to masturbate to orgasm, and by that time I had been through maybe a dozen partners.

I never had an orgasm during my marriage that I did not give myself. My ex was not overly attentive to my needs, ok, he was an ass. I quit trusting him long before I left. Since my divorce I have become more selective, and am able to have orgasms from time to time during sex, depending on the guy. The men have all been attentive to my needs however.

Over the years, I have taken matters into my own hand, so to speak. I play with myself most nights before I go to bed. The more I do this, the longer it takes to get off, but I am not blessed with self- control, so my clit is worn out from all the rubbing. I have a couple of toys, but I find that my hand works better. I haven't seen any other women's anatomy in person, but I suspect that my clitoral hood is pretty long which contributes to my lack of orgasm.

A couple of close calls and a couple of home runs.

Before my marriage, Owen-not my husband- and I engaged in oral sex in the cab of a flatbed pickup in the middle of somebody's pasture. (Not much turns me on more than a flatbed pickup. I have no idea why.) He was married and I was in a dry spell. I have no idea what he was doing down there, but when I felt the beginnings of an orgasm I shifted to make the sensation go away. What was I thinking? I didn't want to let my guard down. I kept having sex with guys I didn't really know well, so we couldn't learn together.

After 13 years of marriage and my divorce, a boyfriend, Gunner, caught me by surprise and after some missionary sex he said, "now, it's your turn," and he flipped me up on top. Gunner is a big, big, guy. He has broad shoulders, wide hips, a bit of a belly (he is 50 after all) and is maybe 6'6" tall. My legs were spread wide by his hips. I started to slide up and down on his penis when he put his hands on my thighs. He started shoving me back and forth on his dick, with a speed a guy might use in masturbating. There was no in and out, but more of a back and forth going on. I started to get tingly and felt the beginnings of an orgasm when I chickened out and moved positions to stop the sensations I was feeling. He went with the flow and we kept screwing until he was done. The next time he tried it, I was ready. I had not masturbated for several days, leaving my clit fresh and perky. That time I exploded on Gunner with a loud cry and then collapsed on his chest weeping. Best. Orgasm. Ever. The poor guy didn't know what to do with me. I had to tell him at age 41 it was the first time I had come during sex. He held me close and cuddled until I was back down from my cloud. Gunner was great in bed, but not so great out of bed. I still see him from time to time, and honestly, if this dry spell doesn't go away soon, I may drop in for a booty call. He offered a while back, but I turned him down gently.

The first time Harris ate me out he did the usual licking thing that feels nice but only nice and doesn't progress to anything past nice at which time I encourage the guy to get down to real fucking.

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