Sex. It was never a topic discussed in our household growing up as a child. In fact, it was a muted subject. I was introduced to the tender topic at the age of 10 in sex education. Our class watched a video of child birth and each student was given a banana and condom. I couldn’t quite get the condom on the banana so in my frustration I ate the banana instead and watched as my classmates blew up the condoms, filled them with water and laughed uncontrollably at the video.
I recall having a sleepover at my cousin’s house around age 11 and hearing boisterous noises from the room of her parent’s. “They’re having sex.” Oh, okay. Blatantly unaware of what ‘sex’ entailed.
I find my naive state of mind regarding sex at that age to be quite hilarious. Seriously, a banana is nothing like a penis. I still don’t know what to do with a condom and I would much rather eat a banana (kidding!).
My first encounter was somewhat disappointing. Laying motionless, not knowing what to do and not feeling any sense of elation. My mother always encouraged me to wait for the right man. I never quite understood until I personally discovered and appreciated the difference of making love and having sex.
He looks at me, into my eyes and the tip of his finger lingers to the small of back. His hands, tender and loving, pull me into his warmth and I yearn for more. The way he moves, so in sync with the beat of my heart makes me feel beautiful and so desired. I want nothing more but to be lost in his embrace. I look into his eyes and he smiles because he is lost in my hunger for his body and love. I smile because no other could ever make me feel this way and I am so grateful to call him mine.
Once you find this do not ever let go.
Love & Laughter,
Curly Miri
Curly Miri 