I know how to fake those kind of ogasms really good. And I used to be in the business of doing so for money. But living the lie was killing me, and giving men the impression they were fantastic lovers, and eliminating any hope of me ever having true satisfaction during sex. It leaves me with an empty hollow feeling inside to flop like a fish and moan like a dying cow in order to get a man really hard, make him think he knows what he is doing and that it feels really good to me, so he can have a great ogasm, and have my own behind closed doors, when nobody is watching. When I truly relieve my own sexual angst, it is very quietly and quickly without all the fanfare and I can do it with or without a man's help. In most cases I can do it more efficiently without his help, because the help men try to give is just an annoying distraction. All of the fanfare was just a show that I was putting on for the benefit of the men who were paying me. And the reason I have remained single all these years is because the men I get into a relationship with lose interest in me if I won't act like a whore with them in bed.
But I made a vow in my 30's never to fake another ogasm. When I did that I had to back way off and stop letting men go for a ride because they were trying to kill me with their cocks in an effort to turn me on and get me off. And they were not even coming close. They don't call it horny for nothing and men need to stop goring women until death do they part. Eventually I realized how desperately the world needs hands on adult sex education and I hung out a shingle as a sexual healer. But there may not be any home.
So I stopped faking ogasms and men started trying to kill me with their cocks and fingers and tongues to get a response. In self defense I started telling them to be still and let me show them what an ogasm really looks like. It kind of turned some of them on and they wanted to help. But all of the jiggling and wiggling and assistance they gave just got in the way of me really being able to come with them. And when they realized they couldn't do all that without interfering with my pleasure, they got bored and lost their erections. Some of them were turned off immediately because I wanted to touch my own clitoris and show them what I like.
I am not sure if there is any hope. All I know is that I cannot have a conniption and an ogasm simultaneously. I have to be very still, focus on the spot that feels good, apply very very very very very subtle pressure and motion that is barely visible unless you are watching closely, hold my breath and wait patiently for an ogasm to grow and blossom. Then my vagina will throb involuntarily several times sending waves of electrical like pleasure over my body. It is pretty sad that most men get bored and lose there erections and would rather watch TV. It is pretty sad that most women go in the bathroom and push the button after sex and really get off while they sit on the toilet and dump sperm into the sewer.