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And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson...
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And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson... Heh heh...this story has nothing to do with the pic...just thought it looks really COOL!!!!  I sent a young friend home...and got to chat with her mother...as usual...one thing lead to another...          . . .  . . . . MajorEasy's Blog... There is no use getting, into heavy petting it only leads to trouble, and seat wetting...... |
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I had coffee with an old friend...she had issues she wanted to discuss...so there I was...trying my hardest not to offer any advice...just a listening ear... She went on about things affecting her life...her work, her relationships...one of which is her god-daughter...since losing her father a few years ago...this girl has been out of order...she's only 17yo but she has slept with almost all the boys (and some of the girls) in her class...and quite proud of it... My friend's belief is the girl lost a father figure in her life, hence she relied on other men to fulfill the role...she has confessed to having sex when she was 14 and refused to listen to my friend nor her own mother... Not wanting to get involved...I kept quiet...sipped my coffee and nodded when I thought appropriate...my friend went on about other stuff but she seems most disturbed about her god-daughter... She then asked me...would I be so kind as to have a word with the girl??  ...what would I say to her exactly?? I asked her back...dunno...just give it a shot she said...We tossed the idea back and forth and still...I was convinced I had no part to play in the situation...I mean...me...a grown man, ask a 17yo girl why she's having sex with every hard on she can find?? Get real... Nevertheless, my friend thought it would help just having a man give the girl some attention...maybe she might snap out of her ways...anyway, she said...she promised to bring the girl out shopping later...maybe I could go with and see how it goes... Dang...SHOPPING??  My friend laughed...it's not that kind of shopping...she said...they are looking for music CDs...the girl has a party coming up and she needed music from the 60s...YO...Rock & Roll!! Okie...I can dig that... So she made a call to the girl to specify where to meet etc...and off we went to HMV... (to be continued...) . . . . . . . MajorEasy's Blog...There is no use getting, into heavy petting it only leads to trouble, and seat wetting......
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Excusez-moi, but what does "HMV" stand for?   Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind.----Dr. Seuss  
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Excusez-moi, but what does "HMV" stand for?  Heh heh heh...the more I look at the pic above...the more I feel like kissing the devil...a good ol' wet sloppy french kiss... . . . . . . . MajorEasy's Blog...There is no use getting, into heavy petting it only leads to trouble, and seat wetting......
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(cont) We met her god-daughter...a nice girl...sharp features, decent body but such a terrible attitude... She seem to like me enough but the way she behaved reminded me of some poorly educated gangsters trying to be cool by being nasty... My friend didn't mind it though, she's probably used to it...I helped them pick out 2 CDs and they lost interest in Rock & Roll...they moved on to the new sounds...I'm afraid to say...which are not actually music...so I left them alone and went to chat with the manager... We were discussing the latest Korean drama when the ladies decided it's time to leave...and of course, the shopping trip wouldn't be complete without a mandatory visit to Macs...I grudgingly got a milk shake (which was surprisingly good...they brought back the good old milk shakes... )...and the women each had a happy meal... ...Good grief...Anyway...when it was time to go...my friend asked me again to please talk to her...and she's going to give me a chance by dropping us off near the girl's house, but we have to walk the ten minutes from the main road...and if need be, she'll call the mother to let her know we might continue our talk in her house... Throughout the trip there, I was cracking my head to think of what I should say...nothing came to mind... When we jumped out of the car...she waved at us sweetly and I scowled at her... The walk was pleasant enough...she asked me about what to wear for the party and we talked for most of the trip...I couldn't bring myself to broach the subject of sex...and too soon...we were at her door... She opened it and as we walked in, I saw a woman standing at the dinning table...it's her mother she said...and quickly disappeared into her room...great...alone again, naturally... I smile at her mother and she smiled back...she was making come pastry thingy so I moved in closer ot have a look... "Hi, I'm Nancy..." She chirped merrily..."Please excuse me for not shaking your hand..." She showed me her flour-filled hands... I introduced myself and told her not to worry about it...she can always make up for it later... She laughed...which was a good thing...I can see where the girl got her features...this is one hot woman...even if she was only wearing a gray tee and black shorts... "Help yourself to something to drink..." She pointed at the fridge with her head... "Thanks," I turned.."Would you like something while I'm there?" "Oh, a pack of ice tea please..." she said without looking up. I got the drinks... and tried to find something to say..."Liz told me about you...you conduct cooking lessons?" "Yes..." her head lifted and she flashed me another brilliant smile..."Just something to do to pass time..." Her hair, tied into a ponytail swished around... I stood beside the table..."Need any help?" She shook her head..."Nah, I'm trying to figure something out." I watched her work for a while...her arm muscles would pop here and there, veins on her hands would show depending on where she applied pressure...she's got masseuse's arms...wow... "Liz said you're here to talk to Karen?" She said while kneading... I chuckled..."Did she say what about?" "She didn't say, but I guess it's that topic we're most concerned about." She looked at me, I swear she had a twinkle in her eyes... "Ahem..." My throat went dry..."Yes...and I haven't figured out where to begin yet.." I looked away...talking to a mother about talking to her daughter about sex is not very comforting... "Oh...she said you're good with things like that..." She glanced up and looked back at her mixing bowl... "Heh heh...no one is ever good at talking about sex with a teenager...they always think they already know everything about sex..." She sighed..."even I don't know everything about sex..." I could only stand there and blink..how does one continued this line of conversation???? "Go on, I trust you'll do good. Just try and if how she reacts.." she said without any conviction. "Before I do that, may I ask you a few questions?" I moved my head below her face so I looked into her eyes... "Sure." she stood up straight. "For starters, I need to know what you have said to her." I spoke slowly, trying to let my brain catch up with my mouth..."and also why you feel you need a guy she hardly even know, to talk to her?" She sighed again...arranged all the stuff around the table and walked towards the kitchen empty-handed... I followed... (to be continued...) . . . . . . . MajorEasy's Blog...There is no use getting, into heavy petting it only leads to trouble, and seat wetting......
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That's the whole point of story-writing isn't it?? Anyway...it's too long to put into one post...less fun too... I shall leave you at another junction for the next instalment... . . . . . . . MajorEasy's Blog...There is no use getting, into heavy petting it only leads to trouble, and seat wetting......
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(cont) She walked to the sink and washed her hands...I watched her from behind and it was quite a view... Her body shook lightly as she rubbed her hands together...muscles rippling around her arms and shoulders...even her neck tensed and relaxed as the sound of flowing water filled the kitchen...this was nicer than any sunset... When she was done, she reached for a hand-towel and looked at me as she dried... "You are aware that her father passed on when she was 13?" She said softly..."And you know what that does to a family..." As she paused, I did the math in my head...all I know for a fact so far is...this woman hasn't had marital sex for around 4 years... "Being without a male figure, she has lost perspective on her self-worth." She continued as she made her way back to the dining room...I followed and we sat down to our drinks..."My friends have told me that as long as she doesn't have a father figure to look up to, she has to compensate by being with other men to maintain her worth. Do you understand?" I looked at her frown...resisted the urge to smoothen them out with my fingers..."Yes...studies done on women who grew up in single parent families without a father, show that they are more promiscuous then women who lived with their fathers." I nodded. "That's what I've read too." She smiled, pleased no doubt that I need no further convincing. "The trouble we find in talking to her is that she doesn't get a male point of view. And she thinks we are wrong." She hadn't answered my questions and I wasn't sure she's leading to them..."What exactly does she not agree with?" I asked. "Well..." She said thoughtfully..."That sex is not just for physical pleasure...it has to be part of love. She's having sex like it is the new in-thing. Morals aside, it will cause her emotional damage in the long run if she continues living like this." My eyebrows shot up uncontrollably...and she noticed... "Did I say something wrong?" She asked, almost in a whisper. "We'll get back to this point, " I said, waving my hand as if it will misdirect her..."And why do you think I should talk to her?" "Liz said you can be very convincing, and you are tuned into how women think." She grinned..."And we are certain that hearing it from a man will help Karen understand that not only old women like us think this way..." I shook my head...where do I start? "Firstly, you're not old...I doubt she will accept it just because I said it...she doesn't even know me..." I explained..."and secondly, I don't believe you are right." "You mean..." She blurted... "Hang on.." I interrupted.."What I'm trying to say is, sure, I agree with you on the fact that a 17 year old has no business sleeping around, especially with people she has to meet everyday. But...I don't believe that sex is more than just physical pleasures..." She blinked as she looked at me...her jaw slacked... "Sex is sex..." I launched into my familiar patter..."Nothing more...or less...to equate it with love and other emotions is actually wrong." She was still silent... "Anyway, you enjoy cooking yes?" I asked. She nodded. "Do you prepare a nice meal purely out of love?" I asked again. She nodded. I frowned at her. She frowned back..."What do you mean?" "I mean...when you prepare a nice meal, say for your friends and family, you think of the love for them as you prepare?" I asked. She nodded again. "Well...but if you didn't have anyone to prepare a meal for, would you still do it?" I pushed ahead. "would you prepare a meal for the heck of it...just because you enjoy making a tasty dish?" She thought for a few seconds, and nodded. "Why?" I asked, staring into her eyes. "It's fun!" She almost exclaimed. "That's right." I smiled. "because it is fun...to you." She smiled back. "Sex is the same." I said. "Of course, if it's part of a love thing, it can be great. But without love, it can still be pretty great." She shook her head...barely noticeably... "I'm not trying to convince you of this..." I changed my approach...."What I'm trying to tell you is that I cannot talk to Karen and lie to her because I don't believe in what I'll be saying." She puffed her cheeks out...and looked down. I felt a tinge of sadness...to disappoint her like this... "Look, I can have a word with her..." trying to make myself feel better..."And I will try to help her see how best to protect herself sexually...but I won't tell her to stop just so she can wait for love before having sex again. How's that?" She sat motionless for a long while... "Protect herself?" She enquired..."Are you talking about from diseases and pregnancy? I'm sure she knows about condoms and stuff like that." I laughed..."No, Nancy...you're so cute..." I will bet my wallet that she blushed..."I'm thinking more of an environmental protection. Who she should have sex with, and the manner she should conduct herself so there will be less repercussions on her social life and reputation." She chuckled along with me even though I's certain she didn't find it remotely funny... "But she will still continue to have sex?" She asked as her smile faded... I shrugged..."That's up to her....but with luck, and if she buys into what I will be telling her....there will be so few people she should have sex with that it might cease altogether....for a few years anyway.." Her face indicated that she believed none of what I said. "Tell you what..." I was actually hoping for a deal-breaker so she won't make me talk sex with a 17 year old girl..."Why don't you sit with us when we talk...I need you to broach the subject anyway...and you can listen to what I have to say...if you agree, let me continue, if not, interrupt at any time?" She rolled her eyes and tried to hide it by turning her head....hahahahaha...I was fairly sure our friend Liz was about to get a phone call and I was spared giving individual sex-education in the privacy of a student's bedroom. (to be continued...) . . . . . . . MajorEasy's Blog...There is no use getting, into heavy petting it only leads to trouble, and seat wetting......
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Ha ha, sweetie, that would be telling... So sorry to be away for so long...will be away again...so guess you'll have to wait to find out what happened... . . . . . . . MajorEasy's Blog...There is no use getting, into heavy petting it only leads to trouble, and seat wetting......
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In two weeks??  . . . . . . . MajorEasy's Blog...There is no use getting, into heavy petting it only leads to trouble, and seat wetting......
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(cont) She thought for a few seconds... "If I disagree with what you say, do I just cut you off?" She asked. "You don't have to do that, just give me a signal...like rubbing your eyes and I'll stop. Ok?" I said and immediately regretted my words...dang...I was suppose to dissuade her, not help her agree! She nodded and I was doomed. We walked to Karen's room together, but I stayed a couple of steps behind. The view ahead was quite magnificent. She knocked and Karen invited us in. "Honey," Nancy began her introduction. "I've asked Major to help talk to you about your behaviour." Karen frowned. "What behaviour?" "You know, stuff happening at school." Nancy continued. Karen freaked out. "You TOLD him??" And dove for cover on her bed... "It's ok Karen," I said, with my most assuring smile. "We all did stuff when we were young. Can we just talk about it?" She sat back up, but her face was bright red. She crossed her arms in front of her and stared at the floor. Nancy sat down beside her daughter, and motioned her head at me, no doubt a signal for me to begin. I found a chair and sat down too. "Karen," I said softly, "may I ask you something?" She nodded. "What goes through your mind when you decide to get together with a boy?" She gave me a vacant look. "I mean, what's your selection process?" I added helpfully. She shrugged. "I don't know." I waited...and just kept looking at her. She shook her head and swallowed hard. "Is it just any guy?" I asked. "No," She almost whispered. "It's not like that." "It's like what exactly?" I didn't give her time to make up an answer. "If I like the guy..." She said. Then she nudged her mother, "mom, can you please go outside?" Nancy Stared at me. I motioned for her to go to the door and I joined her there... "You can stand just outside to listen in." I whispered in her ear. "But..." She said...and with a sigh, she stepped out. I went back to my chair and at the same time, Karen jumped up to close the door. "Please, Karen..." I said firmly, "Can we please keep the door open." "But this is private." She argued. "Yes, but I'm uncomfortable being in a room behind closed doors...just you and me like this." I explained...honestly. She giggled. "Are you afraid of me?" "Nooo, but I don't trust myself." I grinned. She laughed and at least we broke the awkwardness of before. When she sat back onto her bed, she crossed and re-crossed her legs. Scratched her head, then her arm. Her lips pouted and eyes blinked. She looked down, then up at a poster on her wall. Leaned back...then sat up again. I just sat there leaning forward slightly with my elbows on my knees. And...waited. "What do you want to know?" She finally said. "Well, " I replied. "I was just hoping to understand why you do what you did. You must have a reason right?" She fidgeted again. "I like my friends. So I share my body with them. It makes us feel good." She said, still looking at the poster. "Ok, fair enough," I said. "Please explain what you mean, feeling good. In what way?" "You know." She looked at me. "I DON'T know, that's why I asked." My eyes held hers for a few seconds and she looked away again. "Come on," She said incredulously. "You have sex. You know why you have sex and how you feel." I laughed. "Yes, Karen...I do know how I feel when I have sex. But...I was asking you how you feel when you have sex. That, I do not know." She blushed again. "Why should I tell you?" "No reason at all actually." I said truthfully. "I might be able to help but I won't unless I know how you feel." "You're just going to tell me to stop having sex, you call that help?" She sounded a little sad and a little upset. "What made you think that?" I raised my eyebrows in mock shock. "I was hoping to help you get the most out of sex, you know, to truly enjoy it as only an adult will know how." A sharp gasp erupted from just outside the door. (to be continued...) . . . . . . . MajorEasy's Blog...There is no use getting, into heavy petting it only leads to trouble, and seat wetting......
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(cont) "MOTHER!!!" Karen yelled. I jumped to my feet quickly and rushed to the door...Nancy stood just outside with her hand over her mouth. Her eyes stared at me like I was Judas. "You have to trust me a little." I said as quietly as I could. "I need her to open up, ok?" She nodded and then shook her head. I looked at her without speaking...she shrugged and sighed. I went back into the room and sat back down. "She's outside the door isn't she?" Karen asked. I shrugged.."She'll probably go away now." We both sat without speaking for a while....then she looked at me. "What did you mean, enjoy sex as only adults know how." "Well," I started, "Karen, sex is just a physical act. While anyone can have enjoyable sex, it is only with knowledge when one can have fantastic sex." She stared at the wall thoughtfully. "Do you enjoy sex?" I asked. "Yes." She answered. "What aspect do you enjoy?" I enquired further. "Oh I don't know," She was still looking away. "Just to be with that person?" "Ah..." I said helpfully, "intimacy?" She nodded. "So, to you, enjoyable sex is just to be with someone you like?" I asked. She nodded again. "Hmmm..." I probed. "then why does it have to be sex? Can't you feel good just holding the person you like?" "It's not the same." She said, almost irritated. "How so?" I asked. "You know." She answered. I shook my head. "I'm sorry, but I really don't. Please explain." "Holding and having sex is not the same." She hissed through clenched teeth. "But..." I pushed ahead. "if it's just intimacy you crave, surely having a person to hold is good enough." "No! It's not the same." She sighed. "for starters, we're naked." "Okie, hold the person you like naked then." I had to play dumb "is that the same then?" She shook her head. "Of course not. I like having him inside me." Alrighty, we're getting somewhere. "I can understand that." I nodded knowingly. "What else?" "I don't know how to describe it," She continued. "I just feel calm and complete with him inside me." "That's it?" I frowned. "Calm and complete? and to you, that is good sex?" She laughed...almost embarassed. "I never said it was good sex." "Alright, have you ever had good sex?" I asked. "I don't know what you mean." She looked at me this time. "I mean, sex so good that you want more of it. Not the next day or next week. But immediately after. The minute it is finished, you'd want to start all over again." I explained. She gave me a quizzical look. "I always want more of it. But you know, guys, they go soft and lose interest." "Fair enough..." I bought some time to think about how to bring the topic back to her. "so they come and lose interest?" She nodded with a nose wrinkle. "What about you? You come and lose interest too?" I asked She laughed like I asked a stupid question. "I'm a girl." "So?" I was confused. "Only guys come." She said matter of factly. "Who told you that?" I asked, truly interested for the first time. "Everyone knows that." she waved her hands dismissively. "Only boys produce sperm." "So girls don't come?" I asked again. "Duh." "Firstly, Karen, the process where sperm is shot out, that's ejaculation, and that is not the same thing as an orgasm. Secondly, girls can have orgasms too, and the more violent ones can ejaculate as well, just not sperm." I tried to explain. She looked at me like I was making this up. "That's why I asked you how it feels and what you like about sex. I thought you were getting so many orgasms you couldn't live without sex." I chuckled. She shook her head. "I don't believe you." "Okie, would you believe your god-ma?" I wanted to say mother, but I fear she won't want to talk about this with her mother. She nodded. "How about we call her right now and you can ask her yourself, to see if I'm telling the truth?" I suggested. (to be continued...) . . . . . . . MajorEasy's Blog...There is no use getting, into heavy petting it only leads to trouble, and seat wetting......
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Very Nice... can't wait for the next part... Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind.----Dr. Seuss
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Very Nice... can't wait for the next part... . . . . . . . MajorEasy's Blog...There is no use getting, into heavy petting it only leads to trouble, and seat wetting......
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Very Nice... can't wait for the next part... She shook her head... "There's no need to ask," she said without enthusiasm, "I know what you're talking about. I've read about it in magazines." I frowned. "Then why did you say women don't come?" "I mean they don't shoot something out." She said defensively. "And I believe those articles are written by men." "What do you mean?" I asked, genuinely interested. "Well," She shrugged, "girls don't react like what they say in those articles. We enjoy the closeness and the feeling is nice, but my friends and I have never gotten those earth-shattering feelings so the articles must be fakes." I nodded..."I see." And thought about what else to say. "See," she laughed, "You know it too!" I waved my hand to dismiss what she said. "I don't agree with what you said; I'm just trying to find a way to explain it to you." She narrowed her eyes and stared at me. "Please." She said. "Don't give me any bull. I think I know my body better than you will ever know." I had to smile. This is one smart cookie.  "Karen, let me say this." I looked directly at her. "What I've described is real. Women do feel those intense sensations. I'm wondering why you don't." I rubbed my hands on my face like I was lost. "Do you masturbate?" I asked very casually. Her face glowed red. "I'm not telling you that!" She screamed. "Alrighty, sorry to get too personal." I took a step back. "But if you did masturbate, you'd know the feeling of an orgasm." I looked away like I've lost interest in the whole thing....I picked up a magazine lying on the floor and flipped through it. She sat there motionless for a while...then she turned towards me. "What do you mean?" She demanded. "Errmmm..." I showed more interest in the magazine. "Most people, men and women, masturbate to get an orgasm or two even. If you did, you'd understand." A cheeky smile spread on her face. "Do you masturbate?" "Of course." I said without even looking up. "And?" She pressed, sitting on the edge of her bed now. "And what?" I looked up confused. "You get an orgasm?" She asked. I nodded. "That's the whole point isn't it?" "Well," she looked down and sighed. "It's different for girls." "How so?" I asked, looking at her. "Why do it if it's not for an orgasm?" "It feels nice." Se whispered. I gave her my best puzzled look. "It feels nice and that's all?" She nodded. I shook my head. "Heh heh, how do you know when to stop? Hahahaha" She stared daggers at me. "I stop when I get tired or when I've had enough." She puffed as she spoke. I looked up in contemplation. "Enough? Where's the line?" She threw her teddy bear at me. Smacked me good in the face too. "Ok, let's go through this." I said sincerely. "You start up, it feels good, then you get tired, then you decide it's enough?" "Yes." She said, fidgeting with her bed sheet. "Don't you feel better than good at any point?" I asked. She thought about it. "The feeling gets better, but it's tiring keeping it there. And before you ask, no, it's not very intense at all. Nothing near to passing out." I laughed. "Karen, I'm glad you brought that up. Women have actually passed out from an intense orgasm. I know because I was present." She rolled her eyes. "The only reason I can think of for your lack of intensity...hmmm...maybe I shouldn't say it." I teased, hoping she was curious enough to push for it. A book came flying, this time I caught it. "Tell me!" She said loudly. "You really want to know?" I asked. "You won't like what I have to say but I swear to you it will be the honest truth." (to be continued...) . . . . . . . MajorEasy's Blog...There is no use getting, into heavy petting it only leads to trouble, and seat wetting......
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Hmmmm... Major... I have got a new profile with my partner. And Im still not giving up here. See... you gotta appreciate this hardcore fan. Fem.  aka Ann.
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OMG!! I'm on pins and needles here.... I want to know the answer to the great mystery too.... LOL Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind.----Dr. Seuss
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Hmmmm... Major... I have got a new profile with my partner. And Im still not giving up here. See... you gotta appreciate this hardcore fan. Fem. aka Ann. Cute profile...but I'm not sure it'll be worth the trouble...keep me updated on how it works out... . . . . . . . MajorEasy's Blog...There is no use getting, into heavy petting it only leads to trouble, and seat wetting......
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OMG!! I'm on pins and needles here.... I want to know the answer to the great mystery too.... LOL  The great mystery is not the main focus...what happened after should be more interesting... . . . . . . . MajorEasy's Blog...There is no use getting, into heavy petting it only leads to trouble, and seat wetting......
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You are tooo funny! I really can't wait now! Write, write, I say! I told you my theory of what happens in the end... we'll see if I'm right. Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind.----Dr. Seuss
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OMG!! I'm on pins and needles here.... I want to know the answer to the great mystery too.... LOL She looked thoughtful...then she turned her eyes to me. "I want to know." "Alrighty," I said, "but please ask me questions if you don't understand. It's important to fully understand each portion before you can see the whole picture." She nodded. "You see Karen," I began, "in order to have great sex, a person needs three things; Intellectual maturity, emotional maturity and physical maturity." I paused to ensure I got her full attention. "Intellectual maturity refers to things like knowledge about sex. Body parts, diseases, birth control, what turns your partner on and what turns you on, toys, techniques and so on." I said. She nodded to indicate she understood. "Emotional maturity deals with emotions obviously." I continued with a chuckle. "It's pretty much a reason for having sex. Are you offering it as a reward? For revenge? Or as barter to get something in exchange? Are you doing it to blow your partner's mind or yours, just for the sake of being able to do it? And of course, for love, to get love, for intimacy or just to get laid....you have to understand why you want to have sex before you can be mentally relaxed enough to enjoy sex." She continued nodding so I assumed she accepted the point. "And lastly, physical maturity. This is when the body is ready to have sex. ALL the parts are ready and functioning." I gestured as I finished. She frowned. "But if what you say is correct, then I should be having great sex?" She inquired. I laughed. "Yes, but do you really have all the three aspects?" She thought for a few seconds and nodded. I shook my head. "Let's start with intellectual maturity. Most people get their sexual knowledge from friends and magazines." I explained. "unfortunately, many such shared facts are wrong. Sure, we don't need to know everything correctly to enjoy sex. but you must admit that if you're wondering if standing up after sex will really prevent pregnancy, then you're not going to fully immerse yourself in the act of great sex, are you?" She made a face. "But if I believed what I know as correct, then it won't bother me right?" Nice...a thinking girl. "Right." I agreed. "The problem is not what you know or not. It's what you are uncertain about. Those are the ones that will play on your mind during sex." She concurred with a series of nods. "Secondly, let's touch on emotional maturity. While there's no right or wrong answer here, and a person can have great sex even though the intention may not be honourable, there's a down side if this aspect is not balanced." I continued with my theory. "I don't understand." She said. "See my dear, if you offered sex in order to get love for instance, you should be able to enjoy it right?" I asked. She nodded. "However," I elaborated, "what happens if after you offered sex, the love you desired didn't materialize? You'd be disappointed right?" "Yes." She sounded sad. Perhaps I hit a little close to home here. "With that, the next time you offer sex, there'll be a fear that you're doing it for nothing?" I pressed on. She nodded. "Well then, how can you fully enjoy sex with that hanging over you?" I summarised. She blinked a few times...and sat there, reflective. I waited for a minute or two so she could absorb what I've said. "Lastly, there's physical maturity. With intellectual and emotional maturities, at least a person can be taught those...through lessons or experience. Anyone can learn them given enough time. However, physical maturity cannot be rushed. We all grow at different rates and only when we are ready will we be READY." I concluded. She giggled to herself. "At least this is one aspect I don't have to worry about. I know I'm ready." She said proudly. "I don't think so Karen. Look, a boy can have an erection at 5 years old, do you think he's ready for sex?" I asked. She shook her head. "Of course not, he's five!" "Well, but in the case of physical maturity, he has functioning body parts though?" I countered. "Mmmmm, then what do you mean?" She asked. "I said ALL the body parts. ALL. Not just one functional part. He may get a hard on but he has no semen yet, neither has he enough testosterone to make things work accordingly." She didn't say anything for a while, then suddenly asked. "Really? A boy can get an erection at that age?" I had to laugh. "Hahahaha, yes of course. I remember my first hard on when I was around 5 or 6. But you're focusing on the wrong part of the story." She wrinkled her nose. "So Karen," I explained. "Just because you have your period, and fluids are flowing does not necessarily mean you're 'mature' enough to enjoy sex." She frowned. "Plus, I'm not sure you have the other two maturities down either." I added. She sat silently. "Tell you what." I said helpfully. "Let's put in that call to your god-ma. I'll give her a heads up on what we've talked about, and you can ask her what you don't understand. In any case, I'll be here to answer your questions too. I just want you to hear from another person, so you don't think I'm trying to trick you." She thought about it, then nodded. I placed that call. I explained quickly to Liz what we've covered without once saying what I thought Karen lacked. The I handed the phone to her. I closed the door on my way out and Nancy was still standing there. And from her face, she had plenty of questions too... (To be continued...) . . . . . . . MajorEasy's Blog...There is no use getting, into heavy petting it only leads to trouble, and seat wetting......
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1/13/2007 4:04 am |
No problem. Well, Im not expecting any difference as the main objective is to blog, chat and get amusement. And dont ask me why so for this. And Im kinda tired of serene_ann too. Has not been getting good vibes about using this name lately, well I should say, some time ago but ya know, we cant change handle. Not making too obvious, or am I? Do I have to spell it out? Dont tell me its too late for everything... By the way, are you following the Taiwanese style kinda script? Very long... ... ... story, even sweetandspicy is already getting pins and needles. Fem.
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No problem. Well, Im not expecting any difference as the main objective is to blog, chat and get amusement. And dont ask me why so for this. And Im kinda tired of serene_ann too. Has not been getting good vibes about using this name lately, well I should say, some time ago but ya know, we cant change handle. Not making too obvious, or am I? Do I have to spell it out? Dont tell me its too late for everything... By the way, are you following the Taiwanese style kinda script? Very long... ... ... story, even sweetandspicy is already getting pins and needles. Fem. Sweetie...what do you mean by it's too late for everything?? Heh heh... ...a good story is worth reading however long it is...no?? . . . . . . . MajorEasy's Blog...There is no use getting, into heavy petting it only leads to trouble, and seat wetting......
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1/15/2007 1:31 am |
What I meant ... Getting addicted in here. I think am not. I can still drop all these and go, no? Be amused. Be amused. No pressures. Go on with your stories. Im all ready for more. Fem. 
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What I meant ... Getting addicted in here. I think am not. I can still drop all these and go, no? Be amused. Be amused. No pressures. Go on with your stories. Im all ready for more. Fem. Your mind, is not your own Your heart sweats, your body shakes Another kiss is what it takes You can't sleep, you can't eat There's no doubt, you're in deep Your throat is tight, you can't breath Another kiss, is all you need" (RP) Read on my dear...read on... . . . . . . . MajorEasy's Blog...There is no use getting, into heavy petting it only leads to trouble, and seat wetting......
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(cont) Nancy smiled shakily at me as we walked to the kitchen. "What do you think?" I asked as I grabbed my drink. She tilted her head. "I can see where you are going with it, and I hope she'll accept what you said." I looked at her..."But...?" She turned away. "Did you have to lie about all that stuff?" I couldn't believe my ears...lied? When? She sat down without looking at me...slightly pouty... "What do you mean?" I had to ask... "Well, I'm worried that she may wish to keep having sex to see if she can get those intense feelings you were talking about." She scolded. I was puzzled. "There's no way of stopping her actually. The only hope we have is to help her see that perhaps she is not as ready as she believed." She shrugged. "Why did you say I lied?" I replayed what I said in my mind and found no basis for that accusation. "You know..." She said in a whisper. "Mmmmm...I really don't." I kept my eyes on her. She let out a shaky laugh. "We know full well that those feelings don't exist. So why tell her they do?" I shook my head to clear it. "What don't exist? Orgasm?" She nodded and bit her lower lip. "Of course they do. Women have them all the time." I protested. She shook her head at me. "You've been watching too much pron...in real life, women don't act like that." I couldn't suppress a laugh...."Haha...hang on a sec, what is the basis of your argument?" She rolled her eyes. "Please...I should know." "From experience?" I jabbed back, still trying not to smile openly. She shrugged again. I sighed...not another one? Must run in the family. "Nancy, please don't tell me you've never had an orgasm." Her head snapped up, her eyes darted around a bit. Her ears glowed to the sexiest red colour. "Nancy?" I pressed. "No. And from talking with my friends, they've never felt it either. It doesn't exist!" She said firmly. "Have you spoken to Liz about this?" I thought, since Liz was on the phone...why not kill two birds with one stone... She shook her head. "Why not?" I enquired. She crossed her arms over her chest. "We don't talk about stuff like that. It was hard enough to tell her about Karen's activities." "So...who have you talked to about this?" I asked again. This conversation was getting interesting. She looked like she couldn't decide if I could be trusted with that piece of information... "I don't need names Nancy, I'm just trying to figure out their experience level." I tried to ease her mind. "They....they are all married and are mothers. So I wouldn't say they have no experience." She said defiantly. "I see..." I shook my head internally...how do these women live??? "So," she said quickly. "There's no reason to paint a picture for Karen so she'll go on trying to find something that's not there." "Find what that's not there?" A voice from behind me made me jump. "Nothing darling," Nancy said as she stood. "So?" I raised my eyebrows at Karen. She giggled. I frowned. "God-Ma said you're the best...." Karen chirped I felt my face burn...only very slightly though..."She said that??" Karen nodded with a naughty smile. "Anyway, she asked me to verify it with friends who have had sex too...compare notes so to speak. We may have had it without knowing it." I was still speechless from the earlier remark. "I'm going next door to chat with Joannie..." Karen said in our general direction, more to her mother perhaps..."Will you be around later? I may have more questions..." This time directed at me. I nodded. "I'm not quite done talking to you too...how long will you be?" "Oh, maybe half an hour...depending on how much she's willing to share." Karen giggled again as she skipped towards the front door. I looked back at Nancy..."Joannie?..." Nancy smiled. "Joannie is our neighbour. She's around 30 and Karen respects her. Not sure she's up for sex talk though." With that, she turned back to the dining table and to her bowl of dough... Oh no you don't...I thought to myself...I have more questions for you lady... (to be continued...) . . . . . . . MajorEasy's Blog...There is no use getting, into heavy petting it only leads to trouble, and seat wetting......
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Major???? It's been a week.... where's the next piece of this puzzle? We are waiting..... Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind.----Dr. Seuss
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