《Oral Sex》Introduction
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I suppose I came by it naturally. My mother told me that, once, when she called me to tell me about the guy she was seeing.
"I could never tell any of my friends about this! You're the only one! You definitely come by it naturally, Jesse!"
Then, she told me a tale about a belly dancing costume, crawling on the floor and hundred dollar bills. Apparently, Mom liked to role play! Who was the guy? His name was Jerry and he came to bid on installing hardwood flooring in her house. His age was closer to mine than hers.
"He is", she said, "everything I was never allowed to date when I was in school."
As I understand it, by the time he was done writing up the bid, my mother said to him,
"I think I would like to have sex with you but you'll have to have an AIDS test first. If you follow me to my office I can give you one."
My mom was never one to withhold what she was thinking and she certainly had no trouble expressing what she wanted. I so admired her for that!
The hundreds of adult movies on beta-max tapes, left behind by my grandfather when he died, might be an indicator that what is in me comes from deep within my DNA. Additional evidence... Mom asked me to go through them first, and then let her know which ones were good before giving them to her. Yes... I think it's safe to say that I do come by it naturally!
When I was 6 years old, I used to run around my neighborhood in jeans and no shirt saying "If boys can do it, so can I!" I remember sometimes wishing I was a boy... I think it was because I felt nothing in common with the girls. Nor did I have a girl's body! No narrow waist. No curves. Nothing at all feminine about the way walked or moved.
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I don't think my wishes to be a boy had anything to do with my sexuality. I know for certain that by the time I was sleeping with women, I had no desire to be a man - although I do like to "pack my jeans" and hit the town from time to time, but more on that later!
I didn't have any idea I was a lesbian until my senior year in high school. According to my mother, I did have a way of choosing one best girlfriend that I would spend all of my time with.
"Then" she said, "you would come home with a new friend and we'd never see your old friend again."
I remember my first masturbatory toy was a bottle of Luvs' Babysoft powder and that was all I had until I stole my mother's vibrator from her bedside table and just never gave it back. I would have, but she said "Forget it! I'll buy myself a new one!" I was probably 10 for the first, 15 for the second.
I was so shy in high school that I made sure I always went late to P.E. so the locker rooms were empty when I changed my clothes.
People think it's funny when I tell them that I won't shower with someone unless I've slept with them first.
No, really! Stop laughing, it's true! I have a good reason!
You see, I know that once I've had sex with someone, they won't leave me after seeing me naked with the light on!!
My friend Chris once said,
"You know what? I can't leave you in a room full of strangers for five minutes, without coming back to find you talking to somebody about sex!"
It's true! I do love talking about sex! It's my favorite subject! And, over the past 35+ years, I've had some incredible lovers and wild experiences. I remember them all! And so, in the following pages I will share them with you.
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My friend Carter was about twelve years older than me and when I was about thirteen, he'd often tease me. He'd say,
"Jesse's idea of oral sex is talking about it!"
It turns out he wasn't all wrong! It's my favorite kind anyway. It lasts the longest!
So reader, find a friend with similar interests so that you can read the following pages out loud... You see? We're about to have Oral Sex!
Enjoy!
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