BY AUDACIA RAY
I am coming.
I can’t be coming. I’m fighting it, and that’s making it worse. I am trying to fake not having an orgasm. I wonder if he can tell.
I’ve never had an orgasm creep up on me like this before, like a bug up my spine, with no foreshadowing whatsoever. This orgasm isn’t inspired even a little bit by desire; it’s a purely mechanical reaction.
I feel a little sick to my stomach when I realize exactly what sensation has brought me to this unfortunate climax: the friction of a very fat man’s matted belly hair on my clit. This man I am on top of is the most repulsive person I’ve ever allowed to touch me. Sheer physics won’t allow him to be on top of me. In fact, I am not entirely sure how it is that he will get back up from his supine position.
This man is my john. This orgasm and the wave of revulsion that follows quickly on its heels and makes my skin turn cold makes him my last client in my short career as an escort.
Audacia Ray is a New York-based media maker and activist who is passionate about sexual rights. She hosts the monthly storytelling series The Red Umbrella Diaries and is the author of Naked on the Internet: Hookups, Downloads, and Cashing In On Internet Sexploration. She has also been an adjunct professor of sexuality at Rutgers University and the award-winning director and producer of the porn film The Bi Apple. Find out more about her many projects on Waking Vixen, where she has blogged since 2004.
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