Charlotte has (had, at this point, actually) a new beau:
He’s not perfect. Who among us is?
Here’s what Charlotte needs to say to this dude:
We’ve fucked twice. I like you a lot. I want to spend more time with you. And…. I really want you to make me come.
You haven’t yet. I’ve faked it. Twice. I’m sorry. This was dumb. I didn’t want to hurt your feelings, but what you were doing wasn’t working for me.
Faking my orgasm was a disservice to me, to you, and to every woman you ever may be with after me. I won’t do it again.
Getting a woman off can be complicated. Once you learn my body a bit, I promise, I will come over and over for you. But we aren’t there yet. And I want us to be.
The next time we are together, I’m going to direct you. This isn’t my way. It’s not yours, either. But it’s important. And I promise you – it will be worth both our while.
I will reward you (you will reward me) with dozens of orgasms, once I school you just a little in the ways of my body.
I can’t. Fucking. Wait.