Frigid? NONSENSE.

I've always had big hangups about sex. Namely, that I'm this weird, frigid creature who can't get off "during". I've always loved sex with Sean (don't get me wrong). He's incredible and sexy and yummy and I can't get enough of him and he seems to always know what feels good. But last night... last night was out of control.

I've always been envious of Sean's exes who orgasmed from sex (just one, actually - biiiitch). I've always felt that there was something missing in our sex life, mainly the common, shared goal of INTERCOURSE, of orgasming from intercourse. He can always get me off, but he does, and then I fuck him. There was the disconnect, again. We weren't sharing the experience. But last night, orgasming simultaneously with him, while feeling him push into me was the most incredible feeling that I've had in a long time. I was thoroughly, completely satiated. Although it wasn't the most earth-shattering orgasm per se... (I mean, aren't they all good?), knowing that we had reached this experience together was what mattered. Sex wasn't quick, or easy. It was good and sexy and delicious and languid.

YES.