amicus
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I am going to take no small effort to develope and background my interrogative post as I would like to understand.
I fully comprehend the necessities of online posting that we must acknowledge that no one until the stroke of birth-date age 18, ever even thinks about sex. However, I suggest that it may be possible in some circumstances, in a writerly fashon, to consider such things perhaps as speculation only?
I enjoy writing and speaking or playing music in such a way as to stimulate both thinking and feeling. If I can induce someone to think with an emotion involved, a passionate one, I feel I have reached someone with my mind. If I can play a piece of music and I see peeps smile or look happy or sad, emote, in any way, I feel I have reached them. If I can write something for a distant audience, unknown to me, but elicit a response, I have reached out and touched someone; which is why we all, as writers, treasure comments received, do we not?
However, as a writer, to entice you to read on…My dear departed mother when I first showed an interest in girls and not baseball, laughingly told me that I had my first erection at two months of age. I was embarrassed of course, and did not understand why she would say such a thing, but she just said: “You are responsible, control yourself and think…”
I am not the least bit interested in male sexuality. I was born with ‘that thing’ and have been searching for a place to put it forever, so sue me; at least I am aware.
But female sexuality, well thas a different thing. Later in life, of course, I had daughters and discovered, lo and behold that they too, liked to ‘touch themselves’ in peculiar places, (to me a new father), that was a curious thing as all the girls I knew as a boy always said, “no!” and quite emphatically.
Thus the mystery of female sexuality has been with me forever, notwithstanding the age or the time of Victorian England or the ‘Flappers’ of the 1920’s or the Playboy of the 50’s not even the love children of the Hippy generation, which is history to most, but real time experience to me.
So thumb your nose and call it a perversion if you will, but as a writer of romance and first time experiences, I have an interest in understanding as much as I can from a gender gap that is abysmal.
I am a poet also, I condense pages to lines, and rhyme about everything and wax and wane and draw attention, as I have here, on matters that few seldom approach and I gather readers young and old and some very young and some very old for I know or suspect many things and have few, if any, inhibitions about expressing what I know and feel.
Thus, at a poetry site which I have subscribed to years, I gathered a following of those who read and wished to be read and understood and encouraged to write and think and explore the words and the thoughts of a world they were just becoming aware of.
I discovered they would say things and ask questions that my own daughters could not and I grew a family of young people who looked to me to listen, to comment to encourage and yes, to scold when the cutting and the Goth and the drugs appeared in their works.
As the years went by, fast or slow for them or me, they went from age 12 or 13 to high school and now in college and they still ask questions and seek understanding or approval or disdain; it has become a very strange circumstance as I have never talked to on the telephone or met a single one, yet they are closer than many I know very close.
And of course they told me, “He kissed me!” “He touched me!” “He wants….” and then it becomes difficult as they want to know and I really cannot say.. yes or no, or even suggest without stepping beyond what has always been.
There are a thousand other things, things that would fill a book, that I could share, but the purpose would be as background to the issue of this post and what is offered will either suffice or not.
‘Virgins of the Female Type…?’
I have written dozens of stories about ‘First Time’ events, my favorite I think, is called ‘Missy’ which was on Literotica several years ago but is now published in a book, ‘Surprises of Love’. There are others also, still here in the “Billy” series, and I say that only to state that my interest is not new but is ever growing and expanding as I try to comprehend the ‘gender gap’ , that in my mind, will never be bridged.
I am currently working on two stories, well, more than that, but…one of which, and I have asked for help on this one, for the very first time, has taken me beyond what I think I know into areas of the female psyche in which I am uncertain. The second is more fun, a group of Japanese school girls on tour and a rather libidinous hotel clerk, still first time experiences, but not in the usual way. Both stories involve first time experiences although they are from totally different perspective and circumstances.
I always put a message in my writings, and at the same time try to make them readable and enjoyable, even from the perspective of an environment such as Literotica and at the same time, acceptable to a general audience, which is not always easy to do.
My quest is, as the question mark in the title implies, to ask what a young woman/girl, thinks as she begins to acknowledge her desire for the ultimate experience.
I suppose I need to qualify even that. I am sad that so many are abused and molested as children and have a jaded and ugly view of that ‘first time’ experience. I cannot fix that or help that and sadness or regret serves no purpose that I can see.
But the thought of, long anticipated, first sexual encounter is, in my view, the most important intimate relationship one human being can have with another and is of great import.
Thus as a romantic, I choose to ignore the ugly and concentrate on the beautiful and attempt to comprehend that which may not be comprehensible.
I have listened to, read the typing actually, a young girl that I have known since she was twelve and hated boys, who is now eighteen, tell me how she wants to be kissed…for the first time…how she wants to be held and touched…for the first time, and I am at a loss to know what to say to her.
I can only listen and refrain telling her to keep her knees together,(as a father should) and have cab fare.
Sighs….
So if you ladies, who were once young virgins, would deign to speak, I would listen and learn.
~~~
That is so long and I said so little…
Amicus….
I fully comprehend the necessities of online posting that we must acknowledge that no one until the stroke of birth-date age 18, ever even thinks about sex. However, I suggest that it may be possible in some circumstances, in a writerly fashon, to consider such things perhaps as speculation only?
I enjoy writing and speaking or playing music in such a way as to stimulate both thinking and feeling. If I can induce someone to think with an emotion involved, a passionate one, I feel I have reached someone with my mind. If I can play a piece of music and I see peeps smile or look happy or sad, emote, in any way, I feel I have reached them. If I can write something for a distant audience, unknown to me, but elicit a response, I have reached out and touched someone; which is why we all, as writers, treasure comments received, do we not?
However, as a writer, to entice you to read on…My dear departed mother when I first showed an interest in girls and not baseball, laughingly told me that I had my first erection at two months of age. I was embarrassed of course, and did not understand why she would say such a thing, but she just said: “You are responsible, control yourself and think…”
I am not the least bit interested in male sexuality. I was born with ‘that thing’ and have been searching for a place to put it forever, so sue me; at least I am aware.
But female sexuality, well thas a different thing. Later in life, of course, I had daughters and discovered, lo and behold that they too, liked to ‘touch themselves’ in peculiar places, (to me a new father), that was a curious thing as all the girls I knew as a boy always said, “no!” and quite emphatically.
Thus the mystery of female sexuality has been with me forever, notwithstanding the age or the time of Victorian England or the ‘Flappers’ of the 1920’s or the Playboy of the 50’s not even the love children of the Hippy generation, which is history to most, but real time experience to me.
So thumb your nose and call it a perversion if you will, but as a writer of romance and first time experiences, I have an interest in understanding as much as I can from a gender gap that is abysmal.
I am a poet also, I condense pages to lines, and rhyme about everything and wax and wane and draw attention, as I have here, on matters that few seldom approach and I gather readers young and old and some very young and some very old for I know or suspect many things and have few, if any, inhibitions about expressing what I know and feel.
Thus, at a poetry site which I have subscribed to years, I gathered a following of those who read and wished to be read and understood and encouraged to write and think and explore the words and the thoughts of a world they were just becoming aware of.
I discovered they would say things and ask questions that my own daughters could not and I grew a family of young people who looked to me to listen, to comment to encourage and yes, to scold when the cutting and the Goth and the drugs appeared in their works.
As the years went by, fast or slow for them or me, they went from age 12 or 13 to high school and now in college and they still ask questions and seek understanding or approval or disdain; it has become a very strange circumstance as I have never talked to on the telephone or met a single one, yet they are closer than many I know very close.
And of course they told me, “He kissed me!” “He touched me!” “He wants….” and then it becomes difficult as they want to know and I really cannot say.. yes or no, or even suggest without stepping beyond what has always been.
There are a thousand other things, things that would fill a book, that I could share, but the purpose would be as background to the issue of this post and what is offered will either suffice or not.
‘Virgins of the Female Type…?’
I have written dozens of stories about ‘First Time’ events, my favorite I think, is called ‘Missy’ which was on Literotica several years ago but is now published in a book, ‘Surprises of Love’. There are others also, still here in the “Billy” series, and I say that only to state that my interest is not new but is ever growing and expanding as I try to comprehend the ‘gender gap’ , that in my mind, will never be bridged.
I am currently working on two stories, well, more than that, but…one of which, and I have asked for help on this one, for the very first time, has taken me beyond what I think I know into areas of the female psyche in which I am uncertain. The second is more fun, a group of Japanese school girls on tour and a rather libidinous hotel clerk, still first time experiences, but not in the usual way. Both stories involve first time experiences although they are from totally different perspective and circumstances.
I always put a message in my writings, and at the same time try to make them readable and enjoyable, even from the perspective of an environment such as Literotica and at the same time, acceptable to a general audience, which is not always easy to do.
My quest is, as the question mark in the title implies, to ask what a young woman/girl, thinks as she begins to acknowledge her desire for the ultimate experience.
I suppose I need to qualify even that. I am sad that so many are abused and molested as children and have a jaded and ugly view of that ‘first time’ experience. I cannot fix that or help that and sadness or regret serves no purpose that I can see.
But the thought of, long anticipated, first sexual encounter is, in my view, the most important intimate relationship one human being can have with another and is of great import.
Thus as a romantic, I choose to ignore the ugly and concentrate on the beautiful and attempt to comprehend that which may not be comprehensible.
I have listened to, read the typing actually, a young girl that I have known since she was twelve and hated boys, who is now eighteen, tell me how she wants to be kissed…for the first time…how she wants to be held and touched…for the first time, and I am at a loss to know what to say to her.
I can only listen and refrain telling her to keep her knees together,(as a father should) and have cab fare.
Sighs….
So if you ladies, who were once young virgins, would deign to speak, I would listen and learn.
~~~
That is so long and I said so little…
Amicus….
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