She was twenty nine, beautiful—and was having a little trouble with her orgasms.
As far as she could make out, this was what: Women could never have orgasms, they could only let themselves go. Relax. Like you could never force yourself to sleep, you could only let yourself go to sleep. Relax. Kind of give yourself permission.
Yes, but...apparently not quite what she meant.
What she meant, she means women can never force themselves to have orgasms. Force orgasm upon themselves. Like...You are unable to force yourself to love somebody. Love happened—or not.
'Sleep happens. Orgasm happens. Love happens. Just happens.'
She began to get emotional, seemed to be asking his help.
He fixed her a glass of cold water.
Ins and Outs on the Ups and Downs that include some Notes on the Cut, Thrust and Parry that is part of the Great Game--Sexual Politics. And encompassing too Single Men and Women and the Pleasures of Youth.
