Down with orgasmological dualism! Chelsea shows us all how to fake it so real we're beyond fake.
My lover likes to watch me come. He stares at my face encouragingly, intently. He makes these little moues of appreciation; they’re adorable. His eyes flicker about my face, half in wonder, it seems. If he’s behind me, he likes to have a mirror in front, the better to watch my face discompose, my mouth widen, my eyes close. His gaze clamped on mine, he nods, nudging along my sometimes grudging orgasm, as if it’s a ball he’s pushing with his nose. He moans and he shivers with my pleasure. I’ve wondered if he were faking his excitement over my excitement. I prefer to think he’s not.