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Twenty-three men . . . none of them “gave” me an orgasm, except one – possibly. I wanted it to happen so badly, I think I believed my own faking.
There are three whose surnames I can’t remember, including one whose name eludes me entirely.
Ten were proper boyfriends. I slept with nine of them only once; five of those were people I already had crushes on; one was dressed as a woman.
One was Korean-American. One was Italian. One was Jewish.
Two were married. Two were brothers. One gave me scabies. Two were significantly older than me. One of them was good in bed, two of them were terrible in bed and two felt faint after sex.
One had to have the radio on all night, and one kept up a tormenting monologue during sex.
There are five who I came to dislike intensely, three who I’d sleep with again if I had the chance.
I really regretted having sex with six of them. One had an unusually large penis and two had unusually small ones.
One is now dead. I loved three of them. I was engaged to three of them (not the same three) and married one of them.
Of course, the men I didn’t get to sleep with are just as important.
Somewhere, carefully hidden, I’ve got a small notebook where I have written down the names of all the men I’ve ever slept with, in the order I slept with them. There’s a little coded dot beside each name for “serious relationship”, “someone I really liked but didn’t last long”, or “one-night stand”. When I married, it seemed important to put that book out of reach, although I never felt I should destroy it. In any case, when I slipped on the magic gold band I seemed to become invisible, and it seemed unlikely I would be making any new additions to the list. There were just a couple of dozen names, but, with the notebook now lost, I find I’m no longer sure of the precise order in which they followed each other.
The length and complexity of my involvements varied wildly, before slowing into a sequence of stately quasi-marriages and, finally, marriage. At 16, there was Mark Sykes: the One (or so I believed), a romance nearly rekindled many years later through Friends Reunited. At 19, Alain, the French soldier I lost my virginity to in a field, who eventually dismissed me as a “cock-tease”.
During my time at university, the merry-go-round twirled ever more giddily: there was so little engagement, no talking about what felt good. I just remember the cold lino under my feet and the misery of not being able to clean my teeth if I stayed the night in someone else’s room. None of them really stood out sexually. Above all, what came back to me was the sheer perfunctoriness of the sex. I remember how I lusted after Phil, who was funny and clever. He was, I think, just as hung up as I was, but expressed his sexual anxiety in a way that came as a horrible shock. Sex with Phil was an encounter with a crazy lizard.
Muttering and laughing to himself, thrashing and jerking his body, nipping and biting, he was truly scary. Staring at the ceiling afterwards, too spooked to sleep, I wondered what on earth I was doing, exposing myself physically and emotionally to other humans whom I barely knew. Without question, it was the worst sex I’ve ever had, and I wonder now why I didn’t just call a halt to the horror. In fact, I remember smiling at him, thinking not that I must “keep him sweet” but, much worse, that I must maintain the pretence of delight at being treated to the privilege.
As the years have accumulated, there have been one or two other episodes when I’ve edged closer to the kind of sex that is not plain vanilla flavour. Once, a boyfriend who was much older than me took me to Amsterdam and to a live sex show, where a sailor volunteered to perform sex in public. My only sex in my final year at Cambridge was a dreadful episode with a super-arrogant medic who couldn’t stop laughing at the ease with which he barked me into bed, and, in the course of one bitterly regrettable weekend, I let him take photographs of me in the nude. And once, in a quiet corner of Green Park, a married man and I had sex. As he moved inside me, I saw the brown punched-leather brogues and tweed turn-ups of a gentleman passer-by. I saw his feet hesitate, but I didn’t care.
It is always tempting to search for reasons why my relationships failed: one man had a very small penis, but when a later boyfriend revealed an enormous one, it, too, turned out to have its downside. Nevertheless, I have enjoyed writing up all my stories and sieving them out from the slurry of regret, a kind of Frigid Jones’s Diary. In giving expression to the desires I’ve hidden and the frigidity that has so often afflicted me, I feel I’m maybe staking out some ground that other women will now claim as common, too, counterbalancing all the phoney stuff about girls and women that so often gets promoted as “the truth”, all the trite rubbish that is sold under the banner of chick lit. I hate the way clichés about sex and love are repeated and repeated. I have had to come out and admit that, well, I wore big pants, but I didn’t get the guy.
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The common theme explaining lack of sexual satisfaction in this article is the author.Why is it the only a man's duty to make sure his partner is satisfied?Take responsibility for your pleasure. Many men do want women to be satisfied in bed.
Nature has played the unfair trick on men that we do not really have the means to bring the woman to climax between ourlegs-women physically need to do very little given that they are born with exactly that means. Placing all the pressure on the man is wrong for that reason and also because I have known many women that have little to no idea of their own sexuality,and what feels good and is arousing.How can you expect orgasm if you don't know yourself, let alone hope someone else can help if you can't communicate this with your partner.What many women don't realise either is that they aren't great in bed.There is a good deal of psychology behind male sexual satisfaction-take the time to understand this and you may see results. Good luck.
Dan, London, UK
To Denise B, Odbury, England.
I was married from '78 to '93 to a man who'd freak out every time I'd suggest some position or thing that really turned me on... Some men are either too selfish or insecure to try things out. The best sex I've ever had was, what could call slightly kinky. I believe that sex (that gets U to 7th Heaven..) is totally incompatible with LOVE.
I've been out of the scene since '03 and my worst fear is trying to finally get... LOVE AND SEXUAL COMPATIBILITY in the same sentence....
Lise L., Chicoutimi, Canada
These people are very rude, I guess you really open yourself up to abuse when you're so honest.
I became a Christian at 19 and stopped having sex a few years later (with 1 or 2 minor mishaps), but I recognise a lot of how I saw those early encounters in your writing. I think your life could so easily have been mine, so thank you for a thought provoking article. It obviously wasn't a complete waste of time, as some of these guys are suggesting.
Mary, Leeds, UK
Your not doing it right, stop musing and start investigating the best foreplay for you. Take some responsability, and your sex life will blossom.
kathy, Westover, MD USA
Yuck. No wonder she can't have orgasms. She's busy rating her lovers in many different ways.
tkehler, Vancouver, Canada
Women shouldn't complain. They CAN perform without being aroused. How many men can do this? There was a story about a woman who had sex with six or seven men, one after the other. Whatever you might think of this, how many men could have actual sexual intercourse with six or seven women one after another?
So maybe the men were all duds and didn't treat her well, and maybe she was faking more than her orgasms. She doesn't seem to have known why she had sex with any of these men, let alone whether there was any sort of real relationship between them. Now she turns around and tells us she doesn't know why sex wasn't satisfying to her, and she wants us to buy her book. But she doesn't seem to have done anything worth reading about.
Christopher Hobe Morrison, Pine Bush, Ulster County, NY, USA
Although I read this article as I was bored it has still manage to make me feel indignant at wasting several minutes of my life.
A depressing glance into the vapid mundanity of middle England.
Richard, London, England
Hmmm.
Presumably that was the teaser to get us all to buy the book?
Annie, Bath, UK
She's 44 years old and has had 23 men!
She then goes on to write a book about it!??
Ive had nearly 200+ women..where do I find a gullible publishing agency??
Joe, Alicante,
As a 42 year old women who has countless lovers I loved this article. It was very honest. Women are rarely honest about their sex life. A refreshing change!
Sarah G, London,
an interesting article, however, does the book go into the question:
am i to blame?
Not everything is mans fault
English Gent, England,
This is the perspective of a victim and is obnoxious, but understandable in a society that breeds victims. There are so many ways and people to have orgasms with, books and communities to explore. No reason to be a victim.
dslurpy, University City, USA / Missouri
I read newspapers to be educated, informed and entertained. You havew done none of these things.
I demand my money back.
Now then, have a think about how those 23 blokes feel.
William, London,
There's your problem. You didn't give me a call. I'd have done it for you.
Any average Welshman, Swansea, UK
you expect the man to do all the work and produce the results ?? says it all
jp, york, uk
strewth - that's less than one a year ! what did she do the rest of the time ? she is obviously not from manchester !
munro, perpignan, france
Begin with a list of unremarkable experiences. Dress them up as anecdotes. Introduce conjecture on why you feel it is necessary to list anecdotes. The result? You could bore for Britain.
I still am not sure if this was meant to be interesting, or entertaining. Only the gauche reference to Cambridge raised a smile, which I presume was not intentional.
Tom, Auckland, New Zealand
Women are so peculiar. I don't know a man in the world who would write of his female partners in such terms. What appalling double standards now operate.
Al, Soton, UK
Entirely honest rendition from my generation. Oh women will say "take responsibility" but that is a very 1990s onward belief system taken from reading Glamour and Cosmo.
Just like those women watch Sex in the City and think that's real, this article is real life. When you do get your good one (and yes girls, I found the best partner) sometimes it's later in life.
barbara, Sacramento, CA/USA
Great article. Honest and revealing... inspires me to re-examine all my own sexual escapades to see how many were truly worthwhile!
Alex Mcgregor, Plymouth, UK
Mother Nature's very shrewd, isn't she? She's got this poor woman trying and trying and trying again to have an orgasm. I wonder why?
Edmund Burke, Kingston upon Thames, England
Sexual satisfaction is a two-way street. Women cannot simply expect men to "give" them orgasms, they must participate in achieving their own pleasure. You have to ask for what pleases you (and if you don't know, find out), you have to learn to move your own body effectively, often you must work with the partner for several weeks or months before the two of you come to understand each other's needs and find a rhythm. It is utterly naive for a woman to expect a man simply to push a button and make something happen. Good sex doesn't work that way.
Lili, Chicago, USA
Yawn.
Chris, Wokingham, England
What a sad woman ! She's one of a generation (or more) who thinks sex is the cart before the love (if ever she is capable of the latter)
Sex is an expression of care for someone else. Not a candy bar.
No wonder it don't give her no satisfaction.
john, arundel,
Worst sex of your life and what did you do - smiled at him! No wonder you didn't have fun. As JC from Berlin states, you have to tell your partner what you like. You can't expect him to read you mind.
HC, London, England
Who has an orgasm on the first night together? Nobody I know, certainly not me - with any of my lovers! It took my husband and I a couple of years to get it absolutely right.
Methinks the lady had no self respect and slept with just about anyone who asked her to. nothing to feel ashamed about, we've all been there x
Emma, Hastings, UK
No personaly responsibility? She blames all of her problems on the (several) men she slept with. How pitiful.
Jason Blosser, Fort Wayne, Indiana, USA
Porn is often the teaching tool for young men - but totally the wrong tool to really show what women prefer.
So many women complain of the same thing...
Porn not only increase crime against women and children, but its also making people sexually dysfunctional. Why its so widely allowed, one can only wonder.
Kara, Barcelona,
teach and be taught. Communication is key. One can have an orgasm to end all orgasms with someone one barely knows, and likewise have terrible sex in a long-term relationship. Find out what makes you tick and go for it.
JC, Berlin,
Seems like time to get a life and a few hobbies. Your interests sound very narrow.
Alys, Colchester, UK
At the rate of less than two per year of her "active sex life" she obviously spends most of her time sitting on her hands, or something!
Peter Caddy, Lucens, Switzerland
So why have you never shown any of them what to do to give you an orgasm?
Denise B, Oldbury, England
Very funny. If a job is really worth doing well you will have to do it yourself.
fuguez, mayfair/london,
Why do women expect a man to 'give' them an orgasm?
It should be something you both work o together and not blame or accuse if nothing happens...
Maybe women should become more sexual and find what turns them on and embrace what porn and masturbation has done for men and have some for ourselves!
Eloise, San Francisco, Ca
Another depressing article. Call me a dinosaur, but this does makes the case for taking a lot of time to get to know someone really well before you have sex with them. You would then avoid some nasty encounters; avoid probable disease and also have a little more respect for yourself.
Jodie, Geneva,
How utterly mundane. You've had your 15 minutes of fame. Pack your bags. There's the door. Don't call me I'll call you.
a don, Sydney, Australia