I love group fitness, but spin class always seemed too intimidating. The studio looks more like a rave than a gym and there’s a hell of a lot of sweat dripping off people — like, we’re talking puddles.
But my friends convinced me I would love it, so I gave it a shot.
Fifteen minutes into my first spin class, while everyone around me was panting and peddling away, I was busy hiding pleasureful moans while riding out an accidental orgasm.
I came fast and hard, and it happened in front of fifty sweaty strangers.
I was mortified.
I’ve always been orgasmic, but this was excessive
I don’t know if it was the way my body was bouncing up and down during the sprints or the perfectly placed seam in my bike shorts that earned me my first spontaneous orgasm during my first ever spin class.
Have you ever felt completely betrayed by your body? This was one of those times. My traitorous body managed to find a way to climax during a spin class that was not even remotely sexual or arousing.
I was nervous about being a first-timer and stressing about accidentally flinging my sweat on the people riding beside me when I felt my muscles begin to tighten.
My release caught me off guard. It happened fast and hard and left me confused as hell.
Well, that’s embarrassing
Horrified by what had just happened, I looked up to see if anyone else noticed. The only eyes I found on me were the instructors, and I swear she knew my secret.
Was that a knowing grin she just gave me?
I was relieved that none of my spinning neighbors seemed to notice my bike seat had been soaked with a little more than just my sweat.
The rest of the class was a total blur. As soon as it was over I quickly hopped off, grabbed my towel, and wiped the mix of my satisfaction and sweat off the seat.
Too bad my confused humiliation couldn’t be wiped away too.
How common is spontaneous orgasm courtesy of a bike seat?
As soon as I got into my car I started doing research. Either there was something wrong with me, or I had figured out why those women in Peloton commercials looked so damn happy.
Normally my orgasms include sexual thoughts, a little intimacy, and some kind of emotional connection, but this was completely different.
That data is a little hard to pin down, but I know I’m not completely alone in this experience. There are stories from women who experienced their first-ever orgasm thanks to their childhood banana bike seat and a bumpy road.
There are also examples of women who experience something called a coregasm, or exercise-induced orgasm.
I was relieved to learn this phenomenon happened without warning and couldn’t be controlled — so I hadn’t lost my damn mind and chosen to climax publicly.
I knew that, but the whole experience had me doubting everything.
According to Debby Herbenick, research fellow and sexual health educator for the Kinsey Institute for Research in Sex, Gender, and Reproduction, at least 10% of people experience an orgasm while exercising.
I had never even heard of a coregasm, and I certainly didn’t know 10% of people were having them during exercise! Why aren’t gyms using this as a marketing tool?
I can hear the radio ad now, “Bob’s Gym…hands down, the best for coregasms!”
The bottom line
Even though I didn’t know spontaneous orgasms were a thing until after I had one, that doesn’t mean they’re all that uncommon. There’s just so little research on female pleasure and the female orgasm that learning something like this often leaves us with more questions than answers.
Experiences like this one also remind us to be grateful to women who openly share about their lives — especially online where the information is readily available if we’re in a panic. Without them sharing their own spontaneous orgasm stories, I would still feel humiliated and confused by my big O during spin class.
If you feel encouraged to try a spin class out at your own gym, don’t blame me when you get banned from the gym for screaming “YES! YES! YES!” at the top of your lungs.
Or you could follow my lead and buy a bike for home use. Exercise with the added bonus of an orgasm is much more satisfying without the sweaty strangers.
Unless that’s your thing — then ride on, sister.