(Note sexual themes hopefully sensitively written for once! As of now I’m feeling quite inspired here on WordPress, though how long this will last for who knows 😀 Andrew.)
I read a post recently penned by a lovely lady writer of erotic literature, a tale where she amusedly shared a personal anecdote, safely and allowed for because she blogs anonymously, a sexual dawning a fact of life a milestone, and no I’ll not link her because she doesn’t know I’ve written my own version. I may reply to her though, I usually do when I’ve responded to a post. 🙂
She loved her father, she loved her family, she had an idyllic happy contented childhood and wasn’t abused, I only need further say many years later she blossomed into a happy contented well balanced older woman, who loved her father! But here’s the point, like me she grew up as a child pre internet, a world of three tightly regulated TV channels consequently hers was a sexually sheltered upbringing much like myself, an age of innocence where the naked human body was cloaked in mystery, passion and yearning comes later for now she is a young girl.
Do you ever wish for pre internet days where life seemed simpler? I’d guess if you have children you do!
Jeeze I don’t half witter on. A little context to her tale I’ll try to be brief, incidentally there’s always the chance the full tale, mine is concise, is/was a product of her imagination? I guess the key to this anecdote is not tooo many years ago, sexual awakenings happened in yearly milestones, now unfortunately my age nine nephew could log onto unregulated Wi-Fi using his iPad and see all manner of sickness, perversions, sexual acts, disgusting content. When I was a child Sex Ed was at eleven, there was a missed opportunity at twelve (30 seconds more and she’d have showed me her vagina), finally experiencing the sight of my first ever folds of labia age 14………… a truly life enhancing moment, however 60 seconds later and ‘puff’ the sexy lady disappeared.
Where was I, oh yes a female erotic storyteller I follow living in the USA!
Now I don’t have a sister so can’t attest to whether her experience is that bigger a deal in a little girl’s life, but here goes. Early one morning aged nine or so she lay on her bed with bedroom door across the room eight inches ajar, her home is in America the girl’s sleepy but awake having just returned from the bathroom. Her parents bedroom door opened the noise catching her attention, a few moments later the girl’s father walked past, catching her eye line as she gazed through the gap in the door from several feet away on her bed. By chance, for she’s still unsure, he happened to stop and pause affront that open door, and it was then she encountered the shock of her life because he wore not a stitch of clothing, further still standing in profile his penis was erect, he had a hard on, morning wood have you will and then he was gone……………. like I said she’s always trusted his motives if any and I can say no more, but for that little girl her father’s pause was a milestone, her first sight of an aroused male. And as I can attest sometimes when I get out of bed of an early morning I have an erection, so hard the member’s parallel to my fake beech laminate flooring!
So there you are she trusted her father loved her father, perhaps the tale was fiction, either way I can imagine the ‘sight’ of his member was a shock, but I’m not going to link because her post ISN’T the point to my own sexual awakening……….again from an age of pre internet and owning a TV with 3 tightly regulated channels. Happy days 🙂
As you may have guessed I have a similar tale 😀 whether it’s as good as the lady’s is another story.
Age 14 and many years ago, as a family my mum dad and brother visited our Capital city London, and being a close nit family my parents would take us sight seeing to places of interest around the UK, happy days. Well this day in London, I’d guess we’d be visiting all the famous attractions, Buckingham Palace, Changing of the Guard, a picnic in Hyde Park perhaps a museum or two.
Now if you’ve ever lived or visited London you’ll understand the quickest and most convenient way of travelling across the city is by that subterranean engineering marvel the London Underground, many tunnels are Victorian built, many platforms housed London citizens as the Nazis rained down thousands of tons of bombs 60 years ago, a truly atmospheric place.
I remember very little of the tourist sights we visited that particular weekend, but I do recall one very memorable chance meeting with a young lady…………. I’d guess you saw that coming! When travelling many of the older tube lines the tunnels are deep underground, then after exiting the platform you have to walk into a large tiled auditorium where your whisked to the surface by very long steeply inclined escalators, rising upwards spilling you out into busy London Streets.
Hurrying my tale along I remember the family exiting a tube train, me heading the front of this small family group, leading the way off the platform and into the vast escalator space. I’d guess I didn’t give a second thought to following passengers who knew where they were heading, so I joined the moving queue, steadied myself on a step I guess my hand grasping the black rubber handrail. That’s all hazy but I remember turning my head upward, gazing towards where the cold rushing backdraft blows from, and there a few steps in front of me stood a young woman, I have no idea as to her looks hair colour or clothes except she’s wearing the shortest of platted skirts and wait for it, no knickers! Doubly shocking because I couldn’t comprehend why women choose not to wear underwear I guess the days before mobile phone cameras, triply shocking because her vagina was smooth without pubic hair, perhaps she was a hooker who knows? What I do remember though, is for the next minute or so her legs tightly squeezed together, absent of any ray of light shining through her vagina bridge. I gazed directly at her pussy lips, the gorgeous slit tightly closed shut and for the first time in my life, labia so wondrous and shocking when I close my eyes I can see the lady’s forbidden fruit as if a photograph etched onto my mind.
And then she was gone! The lady disappearing from my life, never to be seen again as we passengers stepped off that deep tunnel escalator to soon exit into busy London Streets. Hmm she’d be a Grandmother now, now there’s a thought!!
So there you are, I’m unsure if the blogger’s ‘father’ tale is true though I’m 🙂 sure it is, but my particular teenage sexual awakening is lol absolutely as written. Sadly my next actual view of a ladies lips was to be a good few years later, a cold November afternoon when I finally lost my virginity. 😀 Don’t hold your breath though, I’ll never share that wonderful milestone, some of life’s joyous experiences are best kept secret. ❤
(Incidentally for months and months I’ve been trying decide how to or whether to share my special moment, the girl riding the escalator is seconds long and hell not worthy of a post, I’m so pleased I waited for this lady’s tale, a nice excuse.)