The other night–orgasm night–J didn’t know whether to believe me. Obviously, he didn’t stop what he was doing just to question me. Besides that, his face was buried in my pussy, and as I’ve learned, that’s his favorite place to be.
When we took a break, he asked (gently) if I really had an orgasm. I confirmed, trying to temper my elation. (Honestly, it was a “Hallelujah Chorus” moment in my head–not just because it felt good, but because it happened at all.) Because I faked orgasms in the past–I didn’t want my real reaction to look anything like my fake reaction. It’s unfortunate because my fake reaction looks like my real reaction (How else would I know what to do when I fake except to mimic what I do when I have a real orgasm?)
He said he took me at my word, but his face gave him away. He wants to believe me, but he’s not sure.
I understand his hesitance and I’ll do my best to reassure him.
Of course, I’ll also give him many more opportunities to make me come so that he can gauge the authenticity of my orgasms. I’m willing to do whatever it takes to reestablish trust… no matter how many orgasms it takes. ;)