So, I was thinking today about some of my strange sexual encounters in my early years.
My earliest would have been under the age of 5. I remember girls showing me their pussies at that age. They would simply lift up their skirts, as I stood there and looked. How open we were…
The next incident I remember is where I was lying next to a girl of similar age (again around 5), and we were both playing with each others private parts. We were doing it in her garden shed when one of her parents showed up and threw me out. God knows what they made of it, presumably they told themselves it wasn’t what it looked like. Of course, at that age there could be no sex, or arousal, just fascination.
When I was in the US aged around age 7 I had a very hot babysitter (not that I really understood what that meant), and she decided to play a game with me. She asked me to close my eyes, and stick my tongue out, which I did….and then she sat on my face. While I would like to say this traumatised me, it did not, in part because I had no idea what was going on. At worst it meant I love to have a woman sit on my face…and I am not sure that is a sign of trauma?! 🙂
Sadly, I told my mum about the “licking game”, and that babysitter was never invited back. It was a shame for me, as without knowing why, I was very keen to give the game another try…
When I was 10 I was sent to a boarding school….and forget about Hogwarts. It was, for some insane reason, mixed sex. Our dormitories were patrolled by one fat old lady. She slept in her own room, and every time we disturbed her you could hear an almighty thump as her feet hit the ground, followed by her thumping across the room to the door. By the time she hit the door we had jumped back into bed, and were silent as church mice. With that kind of discipline in place (none), the girls and boys played games of “show me your bits” (I don’t think the game had a name, or rules, it just was what it was). Everyone loved the game, and by that stage some of us had early puberty, so it was getting exciting…
So there you go, by the age of 10 I was a flasher, had performed unwitting oral sex on a girl, and used my fingers to explore.
I think those days set the scene for my future…but then again, maybe that’s just what humans are about…
I actually think it goes further than that. This was my honest youth, before I was told that sex was bad (I am British by upbringing, and the British relationship with sex is strange). Having repressed myself, and kept my conduct to the privacy of a darkened room for years, I think I am back at being honest once more. I would like to think I have transcended the bounds of social norms that govern our sexuality, but of course, I am still not going to be this open with everyone I meet until I am more comfortable with my re-found self.