It is perfectly OK - really! It’s only happened two times in my life that way. You see, for me it’s different, as well as for lots of women - if not the majority of us.
I think, this is rooted way back to when I was about six or seven years old. I mean, I came here when I was nine, lapsed one year without seeing my sisters, so yeah. I must have been six to seven years old.
-“What happened exactly?” he asked.
- The only vivid memory I have, is of the sunlight filtering through the sun roof, it was late afternoon, perhaps 3:00 PM. My sisters were out still. Hmm...maybe I was younger then six, not yet in school. Hmmm... Anyway, I played a little game with the handyman.
-“What sort of game, and what did he look like, do you remember?”
- As I was saying before you interrupted my reverie, it was afternoon; the air was filled with dust particles, these reflected through the sunlight. Think they were remodeling the house. Anyway, he picked me up, and sat me on the dinning room table. Oh…wait! What did he look like? He was ugly, probably resembled the innkeeper of hell. His saliva was profuse, it gathered around the corners of his mouth, creating a cluster of bubbles, which resembled foam. In retrospect, his beady eyes had a certain lewdness about them. He was about forty-eight years old.
You know, this reminds me of a line in the movie “Romance.” This not very good-looking man seduces this pretty girl into the realm of S&M, he tells her: “Beauty is drawn like a magnet to ugliness.”
- “Get to the point! What exactly did this handyman do to you that deters you from achieving vaginal orgasms?”
- I’m getting there! Sheesh. Anyway, this particular afternoon, he told me we were going to play a game, and not to tell anyone. See my freaking curiosity always does me in. Like when I was about five yrs old and burnt my left hand when it overturned a pot of boiling water. I was scourging the kitchen for something to eat. Or when I was about six and decided to explore the world on my own. That was exhilarating until it became dark, and I was hungry and I started crying …
- “OMG! Get to the point already!”
- Well, let me! I was curious as to what game it was. He started by sliding his hand over my legs, under my cute sundress, then…then he insinuated his hand between my legs. Not like all the way in. I must say that I let him do that for a little while, because I rather liked the sensations generated from “down there.”
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“Didn’t you tell your mom or someone?”
- No, I never told anyone until a few years ago.
- “Did it go beyond him touching your…that time?”
- Well, he never varied beyond doing that, yet I let him a few more times. I thought it was ‘our’ special game. What an asso.
- “Oh, I’m sorry this happened to you. Yet, how can this deter you from vaginal orgasms, look how many women play with vibrators, means they do enjoy the penetration.”
- Look, 1st of all, I never said I don’t enjoy penetration. All I am saying is, be it from associating manual touching of my clitoris with pleasure, and surely this generates orgasms (multiple times even), I don’t need the penetration to have a good time – really. Did you know the clitoris has eight million nerve endings? Twice those of the head of the penis; it's logical I would derive the most pleasure from this diamond shaped bud. Besides, I never play with those “toys.” I harbor the theory that those “toys” really desensitize, as well as stretch women, enough so as to diminish enjoyment of a real man.
- “Bull shit, then how come the adult toy industry generates billions annually in revenues?”
- Oh I’m sure you might enjoy a mechanical vagina, vs. your gym sock; I just don’t mess with those. My only claim to ever going into an adult store is…when I went with a friend to a shop on Van Nuys Blvd. She bought a vibrator, and I bought a pair on Ben Wah balls.
- “Why did you get balls?” He asked while frowning.
- Well, these little golden balls tone the vagina muscles. You see one must clench those muscles tightly, and continuously in order for these to stay in, they even stimulate a little. Although I must warm you, there may be a look of perplexity on witnesses’ faces, if one of these balls slip out, making a loud thud while they bounce on the concrete.
Please don’t feel bad....see, it’s ok.
