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Good day Kiki and KB readers. May God continue to bless the works of your hands-AMEN! I really need advice on this issue.
I didn’t want to face up to the reality that something could be wrong with me or that I was different. Che is very considerate in the bedroom and, as a result, I usually just end up pretending to have an orgasm so we could finish without him realising. Of course, once I’d started pretending, I had to continue.
Gradually, the stress and guilt of faking it got worse and I began to dread having sex as it became a chore, and instead of bringing us closer together the burden of my secret felt like it was driving us apart. After years of pretending, I knew I had to own up. I told Che and he immediately went quiet and his silence lasted for days. When we finally did have sex again, he made a massive effort to help me enjoy it by using new techniques and plenty of foreplay. But if anything, it made it worse. I felt under enormous pressure to ‘perform’ and he quickly got frustrated, thinking it was something he was doing wrong. Each time we did it, I panicked, I didn’t want to lie and tell him I’d climaxed, but equally, I didn’t want to disappoint him either.