patientlee
I won't tell!
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(No one under 18 participates in any actual sex acts in this post.)
I was in elementary school.
Remember 1st base, 2nd base, etc.? I learned about it on the bus in elementary school. You did too, I bet.
Well, sometime in elementary school I devised my own scale of "sliding down the rainbow". Red was kissing. Purple was having sex. There was a blow job in there somewhere, but I didn't even know then that women could receive oral sex.
Did I even understand what sex was? Nope. I didn't even have a boyfriend until I was 16. (BTW, that same guy is snoring to beat the band in my bed as I write this. The cat is annoyed.)
I wrote it on a piece of yellow lined paper. You know, the kind for your rough draft in elementary school. I stored it in a gray, metal 5x8 index card box with a label on top saying, "KEEP OUT". My mother, of course, did not heed my warning.
When she confronted me, she explained that you could get AIDS from "sucking on a man's penis". She wasn't just trying to scare me. At that time we didn't know how you got AIDS.
Flash forward 30ish years, and she discovered an email in which someone who enjoyed Hurricane Season (my first total fiction story. I'm not posting a link for a very good reason.) quoted, "I stifled the urge to correct her grammar. Instead I said, "I'm ready. Fuck my ass, Martín."
No question I wrote it. The stifling the urge to correct her grammar totally gives me away.
I guess that the bottom line is that no one should be surprised that I write porn, especially not my mother. (I just hope my daughter doesn't find out.)
I was in elementary school.
Remember 1st base, 2nd base, etc.? I learned about it on the bus in elementary school. You did too, I bet.
Well, sometime in elementary school I devised my own scale of "sliding down the rainbow". Red was kissing. Purple was having sex. There was a blow job in there somewhere, but I didn't even know then that women could receive oral sex.
Did I even understand what sex was? Nope. I didn't even have a boyfriend until I was 16. (BTW, that same guy is snoring to beat the band in my bed as I write this. The cat is annoyed.)
I wrote it on a piece of yellow lined paper. You know, the kind for your rough draft in elementary school. I stored it in a gray, metal 5x8 index card box with a label on top saying, "KEEP OUT". My mother, of course, did not heed my warning.
When she confronted me, she explained that you could get AIDS from "sucking on a man's penis". She wasn't just trying to scare me. At that time we didn't know how you got AIDS.
Flash forward 30ish years, and she discovered an email in which someone who enjoyed Hurricane Season (my first total fiction story. I'm not posting a link for a very good reason.) quoted, "I stifled the urge to correct her grammar. Instead I said, "I'm ready. Fuck my ass, Martín."
No question I wrote it. The stifling the urge to correct her grammar totally gives me away.
I guess that the bottom line is that no one should be surprised that I write porn, especially not my mother. (I just hope my daughter doesn't find out.)