Vocabulary Problem (Naive Female)

[ReadyOne]

I can't write a description for this situation; I have no faith that anything I write has any validity.

Imagine a very sheltered, naive female with no intimate friends and no sex education beyond dealing with her period. No internet, no erotic stories, no road map to adult relationships.

She knows that touching her pussy feels good. She's probably never given herself and orgasm, and if she has, she didn't recognize it as such and certainly can't name it. When she experiences sexual arousal, she doesn't identify it as nature's way to encouraging reproduction of the species. It's scary (unknown), uncomfortable (not easily controlled), yet enticing (endorphins).

A boy has come into her life, and she enjoys holding hands, setting close, and his non-overtly sexual attention. For example, he tickles her, strokes her cheek, hugs her often -- but doesn't grope her or press a hard-on against her.

For most couples, the first kiss is coming soon.

She doesn't have any idea how to proceed; she knows she wants something but she can't name it yet, let alone figure out how to get it.

Remember she has zip experience, and her sexual knowledge is on the level of 'a boy sticks it inside a girl and she has a baby'.

Now she's trying to describe what's happening to her emotions and her body. She wants to clarify her growing desires, hoping that will show her a course of action.
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What words would she use to describe her emotions, the things happening to her body, and her generic (sexual) desires?

Thanks!

 

[Jada59]

I can't write a description for this situation; I have no faith that anything I write has any validity.

Imagine a very sheltered, naive female with no intimate friends and no sex education beyond dealing with her period. No internet, no erotic stories, no road map to adult relationships.

She knows that touching her pussy feels good. She's probably never given herself and orgasm, and if she has, she didn't recognize it as such and certainly can't name it. When she experiences sexual arousal, she doesn't identify it as nature's way to encouraging reproduction of the species. It's scary (unknown), uncomfortable (not easily controlled), yet enticing (endorphins).

A boy has come into her life, and she enjoys holding hands, setting close, and his non-overtly sexual attention. For example, he tickles her, strokes her cheek, hugs her often -- but doesn't grope her or press a hard-on against her.

For most couples, the first kiss is coming soon.

She doesn't have any idea how to proceed; she knows she wants something but she can't name it yet, let alone figure out how to get it.

Remember she has zip experience, and her sexual knowledge is on the level of 'a boy sticks it inside a girl and she has a baby'.

Now she's trying to describe what's happening to her emotions and her body. She wants to clarify her growing desires, hoping that will show her a course of action.
​

What words would she use to describe her emotions, the things happening to her body, and her generic (sexual) desires?

Thanks!

Based on what other women have told me, she might not feel any desire at all. Of course it would depend on what the guy was doing but it sounds like he's not helping her out any at all.

 

[Jada59]

I don't know if this will help you or not. It's an excerpt from my novel, "Cats Paws" (cue the snickers). The meaning has nothing to do with cats. A cat's paw is a term meaning a person who has been duped and/or is used unwittingly for another's benefit. In this case, Starla was a cat's paw, having been used by her mother.

She has finally come into her own and is starting a new life for herself. She and her business partner decide to take a Valentine's cruise. Starla is not a virgin. She was married and had two children and was with one man prior but neither were satisfying relationships. I am putting up this excerpt so you can see how she expressed her desires. Not the same as being naive, but starting over from scratch with a new man. And in this case, the man does help her.

And when it starts out, the two I refer to are Starla and her friend and business partner Stacy.

"The two of them nibbled on savory little canapés and cubes of imported cheese; watching the others make fools of themselves on the dance floor. They were debating whether to stick it out in the ballroom or head over to the casino when a man joined them at their table.
“Hi, I’m Tim.” He raised his glass as if to toast them.
Stacy introduced herself and Starla felt her heart beating rapidly. She stared unabashedly into the man’s eyes. They were dark green with brown flecks and seemed so soulful; yet they had an appealing twinkle. She wondered if the twinkle might be a reflection from his eye glasses. Astoundingly the metal frames of his glasses were exactly the same shade as his eyes. The shape of the glasses seemed to set off his eyes and highlight his face. And a perfect face it was! She was still admiring him when she heard Stacy say her name.
“And this poor awestruck creature is my friend and business partner; Starla.”
Starla felt as though she herself were drifting on the sea instead of the boat. She felt buoyed by the warm waves that surrounded her body and wafted through her ears. She no longer heard the band playing. Instead she heard Stacy’s voice and it sounded garbled as though it was coming from the depths of the sea.
“Pleased to meet you Starla.” Tim extended his hand to her. Such an exquisite hand it was. His grip was firm, but the skin so smooth and silky against her hand. His nails were short and impeccably clean.
“And you have such beautiful eyes…”
The words escaped her lips before she could stop herself. Suddenly she snapped back into reality; and she felt her face flush.
“Oh, my God. I can’t believe I actually said that!”
“What? Are you telling me that I don’t have beautiful eyes?” He smiled up at her sweetly and fluttered his lashes seductively.
“Well, no; I just can’t believe I said it!”
“Cool down girl!” Stacy giggled and fanned Starla with a cocktail coaster.
“Okay, now that we have established that I have beautiful eyes; what do you think of the rest of me?”
Tim sprang up from his seat, did a little pirouette and bowed before returning to his seat.
“Fan me too Stacy; I can’t believe I just did that!” He smiled at the two of them and chuckled.
Starla was satisfied with everything about him; from his dark glossy hair to his suave navy blue pinstriped suit. She noticed his cologne as he bowed forward. The scent was warm, sweet; but unmistakably masculine. As the aroma filled her nostrils she felt utterly intoxicated.
“Well, you definitely pass inspection with me sir!” Starla sat bolt upright and tried to look serious.
The three of them chatted. Tim was impressed that they were the owners on Holy Cannoli. He lived in Edmonds as well and was familiar with their baked goods. He showed them pictures of his (edited:shows family picture). He had lost his wife to Cancer some four years prior. He worked as an accountant in downtown Seattle.
Starla felt her heart racing faster and faster as he spoke. What were the chances of this happening? Here she was on a Cruise and meeting a gorgeous man who lived just miles from her. Not only that; he too had lost his mate!
She let Stacy do most of the talking. Every time she opened her mouth; she felt like she was saying something stupid.
“Um, Starla; why don’t you ask Tim to dance?”
“Tim?” Her voice came out in a squeak.
“Love to Starla. Care to wait for a slow song? It seems kind of silly to me to try to fast dance in these cumbersome clothes.” He laughed. “Not to be rude; but just look at some of those ladies!” He laughed again and grinned wickedly.
Stacy and Starla had to agree. A lot of the women were wearing very tight long dresses and they were doing little more than tottering back and forth on their heels; totally out of synch to the rhythm.
The song ended suddenly and the band began to play something with a decided beat; slow and sultry. Starla instantly recognized the song as being one of Smokey Robinson’s tunes.
“Oh baby.” Starla muttered to herself as Tim lead her to the dance floor.
They seemed to glide as one across the polished wooden floor. The silly colored spots coming from the mirrored ball overhead seemed to flow throughout her body. Normally she hated those blinding, headache causing spots; but tonight they seemed to seep through the chattels of her soul. She felt a warm glow all over and she moved effortlessly with her body pressed tightly against him.
She felt her arms drawing him closer as his own strong arms pressed against her back. She could feel his warm breath blowing sweetly against her neck and she raised her face up until her lips met his. She wasn’t entirely sure which one of them had made the first move; but now they were kissing. Her tongue probed deeper and deeper tasting his sweetness. They were still locked in that sweet embrace when the song ended. It took them a few seconds to realize that they were alone on the dance floor.
The clapping and cheering from the bystanders alerted them to the fact that the song had ended. Tim gazed deeply into her eyes and chuckled. Taking her by the hand, he took a step back and bowed. Following suit; she politely curtseyed. Giggling at the faux-pas; they dashed back to the table.
Stacy looked up at them with a foolish grin. “Well, I think I’ll go check out the Casino. See you two later.”
They nodded to her and slipped back into their seats.
“Well, now that we’ve made utter fools of ourselves; I think that we should get to know each other. What do you think?”
“Oh, I think that would definitely be in order.” Starla found herself gazing into his eyes again.
“You look so lovely in that dress; but perhaps you’d like to change into something more comfortable? I’d sure like to take this suit off and put on a jogging suit.” Tim chuckled.
“I think I can handle that!” Starla giggled.
He handed her his business card with his cabin number written on the back. “Meet me there in say; half an hour or so?”
Starla nodded; unable to speak.
“I thought we might take a walk on the deck. The air is so balmy tonight and the stars are so lovely.” He whispered into her ear and she felt herself swoon.
Tim turned in the opposite direction as they exited the ballroom. Starla felt herself running as fast as she could to get back to her cabin. It wasn’t easy; she wasn’t used to wearing heels.
Once inside; she felt all sticky and clammy. She wasn’t sure if it was from expending all that energy running; or from being with Tim. There was no time to shower; so she took a quick sponge bath and spritzed on some more perfume.
She had no idea what to wear. Tim said that he was putting on a jogging suit; but she had failed to bring one. Her heart was beating wildly; she didn’t want to keep him waiting. Plowing through her clothes. She selected a pair of jeans and a loose flowing gauze blouse. She had purchased a seashell necklace at one of the ports of call; and she quickly slipped it over her head.
Glancing in the mirror; she noticed that she was positively glowing. She closed her eyes tightly and fought to catch her breath. Her hands were really shaking. She wanted so badly to snap out of it so she wouldn’t say or do something silly. Quickly she slapped herself on both cheeks and turned towards the door.
Starla tried to steel herself as she approached Tim’s cabin. Her body seemed to be flooded with barrage of emotions that she had never confronted before. Was it love? Lust? She didn’t know. Her experience with men had been so limited. She had only ever had two boyfriends; and she had married both of them before she had ever taken the time to sort out her feelings. Neither of them made her feel like this though. Her hand shook as she reached out to lightly tap on his door.
He must have been waiting just inside as the door came open rapidly. He wore a dark jogging suit made of silky material. As they stepped out onto the deck; she could hear the wind rustling the fabric around his magnificent body.
“Ah, the stars are so beautiful; but not a one of them could compare with you.” Tim whispered softly into her ear and ran his hands lightly up and down her arms.
Starla gasped and felt her nipples harden beneath the filmy blouse. She reached for him and laid her head against his chest.
“You’re shaking. Are you cold?”
“Um…” She didn’t know what to say. How could she tell him that it was not the temperature; but his mere presence that caused her to feel this way?
“I’ll keep you warm.” Tim wrapped his arms around her and covered her face with soft butterfly kisses.
Starla responded to him by pulling him close and locking her lips to his. She felt her fingers groping at the firm muscles of his shoulders; kneading and massaging. She heard him gasp as his hands caressed the length of her back. Slowly he slithered his hand around to the front of her and ran his fingers lightly over her stiff nipple. She heard herself gasp as his other hand came around to delight the other nipple as well. She was lost now in his arms. Moaning as his fingers grew more and more insistent against her swollen breasts. She felt her panties getting wet and she could barely stand.
He spoke not a word; but took her hand and led her back to his cabin. She followed along beside him as if in a dream. She felt as though she were walking on clouds. Nothing seemed to matter except for this point in time. Once inside; they fell together on the bed. She did not remember him taking off her blouse or bra; but suddenly she was aware of his warm mouth pleasuring her breasts. She kissed his face; writhing and moaning beneath him.
Starla was lost now; on another realm as his mouth and tongue played against her body. She was totally naked and totally helpless beneath him. He brought her to wave after wave of glorious climax; each one causing her to cry out with delight. The waves kept coming faster and harder until she was covered in sweat and barely breathing.
Still shaking; she turned to face him; covering him with kisses. Her mouth worked its way down over his hot chest as he wriggled out of his clothes. He was hers now; and she delighted in taking him; letting her tongue play him as he had played her.
The rest of the cruise flew by in a fantasy so complete that Starla lost track of the world. The two of them spent their time holed up in Tim’s cabin; leaving only long enough for an occasional meal. Sometimes she was aware of Stacy’s presence next to her at the dinner table; but she could not remember their conversation. Before she knew it; the ship had returned to port."

 

[Nezhul]

I see a lot of problems with your description.

She knows that touching her pussy feels good. She's probably never given herself and orgasm

WHy wouldn't she? If she already got as far as to know it feels good touching her pussy - she would without any reservations keep touching it until she cums.
In a girl that you describe, who lived in isolation with no knowledge of sex - she will not have anyone to tell her that it's "Bad" to touch herself.
In her mid the logic will be simple. "Mm, it feels good, it takes no effort = I should do that more."

and if she has, she didn't recognize it as such and certainly can't name it.

She would recognize it as "That great feeling that comes after touching your pussy for some time, and it makes it contract and feels REALLY DAMN GOOD".
After the first or the second time she would recognize it, know to expect it. She would KNOW that after some touching and some pleasure, there comes a burst of greater pleasure that leaves her deeply satisfied and happy, and that makes her not want to touch herself any more for some time.
She would associate it with other things. Like food - you really want it, and when you get it it feels super tasty (i.e. pleasure), but then you become full and don't want it any more.

It's true that if she doesn't learn the word "orgasm" from anyone she will not name it as such. But if she has learned speech in any form - she will name that feeling. She could name it descriptively in several words, or she could make up a name for that feeling. In any case, a literate person likes to name things. That's our nature. You name things all the time when you don't know a proper term. Just watch how your brain does it.

When she experiences sexual arousal, she doesn't identify it as nature's way to encouraging reproduction of the species.

Correct. If she doesn't know about sex or mechanism of reproduction - she will not know what certain things are for. For that girl, they will just be forces of nature. They just ARE. You don't go around thinking every day "Why it Gravity". Likewise, she will not concern herself what her orgasms are for. She may speculate a bit, or even invent an explanation that seems reasonable. Something like "Gods gave her this ability to pleasure as a reward for doing things right". Or she may leave it as unexplained mystery. Like newspapers - it's a mystery why the heck they still exist. I don't try to explain it as gods, although..... hm....

It's scary (unknown), uncomfortable (not easily controlled), yet enticing (endorphins).

No no and no. It will not be scary. Odd? New? Unexpected? Maybe. But scary? Nah.
When you try a new food that tastes better than you have ever tasted - does it frighten you? Does it make you uncomfortable? no.
It's not like she has no frame of reference for a physical sensation. When I first masturbated I had not a fucking clue how it would feel. I just saw porn and knew that girls in it rubbed male cocks with their hand. And also sucked it, but it was weird to even think of trying THAT. Regardless, the point is that I knew nothing about it. So I started rubbing my cock the same way, and my mind was something like:
"So, ok, I'm stroking it. It does feel a little bit...HOLYFUCKWHATTHEHELLTHATWASAWESOME!"
I felt so, so happy that I discovered, like THE BEST thing in the world. Better than Coca Cola, no kidding.
I didn't even know it was called Masturbation for some time AFTER I started doing it. In my mind, it was called vaguely "Going to watch THAT tape."

As far as arousal goes - nah, I didn't feel that it was something bad or uncomfortable. I kinda hated my cock going rigid and sometimes achy in the mornings that woke me up. But arousal itself was kind of cool. In fact before I masturbated, I watched porn for several days (found parents' VHS movie). Didn't know what was that all about. But I knew I really liked seeing naked girls in it. Back then for me, seeing a naked girl was pretty much the end of the road and the highest peak of entertainment. That's what girls were FOR - so I could one day see them naked and enjoy it.

You could tell that my naive experience was as close to what you are getting at as it comes.

A boy has come into her life, and she enjoys holding hands, setting close, and his non-overtly sexual attention. For example, he tickles her, strokes her cheek, hugs her often -- but doesn't grope her or press a hard-on against her.

Ok, so here are two possible variants.

ONE: she never saw any humans before and never knew they existed.
In that case she would be very curious. She will also not have any idea about personal space, decency or anything like that. She would get naked in front of him without thinking twice, because "why not? It's hot outside today."
She would masturbate in front of him without batting an eye. She would ask the same of him and not understand why he wouldn't strip to satisfy her curiosity. She could even get angry or upset with him, if he refuses, because she has no notion of respecting other's boundaries. She will still not get shy about being naked herself.
Remember that our feeligns of shame and embarrassment about nudity or our sexual organs are imposed by society. In Africa in some tribes kids and adults are running around naked and aren't at all shy about it. A girl would touch her father's dick as casually as she touches his arm. Because "why not, it's just a body part".
In other words, if she never met humans - yes, she would enjoy spending time with him. But she will get really awkward and not even understand why his eyes are popping out so much.
She would let him touch her no problem. If she's not disgusted by his body or something else, she would agree to more closer touching. She would have sex with him without batting an eye, because she would not see anything wrong with it.

TWO: If she only saw women but not men.
She will see him as an ugly girl at first. She will not enjoy holding hands with him any more than she would with another woman. She would try to make friends, maybe, but he will spark ZERO new and unknown feelings inside of her.
Then she would notice how she's different from him, and would ask to explore his body. She would be curious. She would see his cock, but not get sexually aroused because she has no idea why he's different and what it implies. She will probably view it as odd, or maybe even unnatural and disgusting. Something like you look at a big fat wart on someone's face - in your mind it shouldn't be there, and it disturbs you.
If her society has imposed notions of personal space and decency on her (wearing clothes, hiding your body) - she will extend those onto him. She will be curious but she would not ask him to strip. She would be shy to do the same, to the same extent as she would be shy about stripping in presence of another girl - but NOT MORE. Her curiosity may overpower that shyness, in fact, and she will strip in exchane for him stripping.

She doesn't have any idea how to proceed; she knows she wants something but she can't name it yet, let alone figure out how to get it.

No. She doesn't know she wants anything. If she masturbated before, she may recognize the feeling of arousal and that she wants to touch herself. Depending on the setting, if she had no society-imposed shame and rules, she may start masturbating while sitting right next to him to satisfy herself.
Otherwise if you take the second variant, she may wonder why she wants to do it now so much.

If she doesn't recognize her arousal as something that is cured by masturbation - then she would not know that she wants anything. Back to my example from my past - I didn't know that I needed anything before I first got there. It just felt nice watching porn.
For our girl - it would just feel nice staying with him, and she will be compelled to contact him more.

her sexual knowledge is on the level of 'a boy sticks it inside a girl and she has a baby'.

Oh. Ohh. So she has that knowledge? Well, then she clearly knows what boys are for. One thing will lead to the other and they'll have sex no problem at all.

Now she's trying to describe what's happening to her emotions and her body. She wants to clarify her growing desires, hoping that will show her a course of action.
What words would she use to describe her emotions, the things happening to her body, and her generic (sexual) desires?

Tension. Heat. Longing. Heart beating fast. Breath stolen from her. Nervousness. Hairs standing up on her skin (especially at his touch). Need and want for more and closer contact. Mind going unfocused or fuzzy. Being wound up. Being shaky/jiggly. Trembling. Focusing a lot on things like his looks, his smell, the sound of his voice. Tension in the bottom of her belly/between her legs. Getting wet (women can feel this).

The funny thing is that while those things are often attributed to emotions - they really are very pysical in nature. Our body reacts in a certain way to arousal.

p.s. I hope from my post you can see how many problems your setting has. It's simply not realistic to be so ignorant about sex and another gender. You do pick up some idea as you grow, no matter what.
If you put a girl like that in a normal society - that would break my suspension of disbelief right off and shoot it into space. You'd better come up with some really good explanations why she's so ignorant and not educated. One way to do it right is like they did in Twins movie - where a person was isolated since childhood and his information was extremely limited and screened.