I remember my best friend in high school mentioning she'd had sex with her boyfriend when we were sophomores. I'd done my share of messing around but hadn't actually done the dick+cunt routine yet, and I recall staring at her, agape. Not because she'd had sex, but because she hadn't told me (we were juniors when she did), but also, for some bizarre reason, because I couldn't tell that she'd had sex. I believe I said as much, and her response was, "what did you think, I'd sprout an extra arm or something? It's just sex, for crying out loud. What's important is what happens the rest of the time."
And to think, she was devoutly Catholic, but she was still one of the most practical people I've ever met. (And in the end, she married the same high school sweetheart, but only after she'd finished her bachelor's and her master's. Not exactly par for the "married one's sweetheart" routine. She made him wait good and long before she decided he could have her shiny parts permanently, and she told me as much. Heh.)
I can only imagine with such an upbringing how much head-desk action you must be inclined to have, given what I've heard of Japanese women's notions of gender relationships, sex, and the lot. You have my sympathy, but don't stop being your wonderful wicked self!
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Date: 3 Dec 2005 06:45 am (UTC)And to think, she was devoutly Catholic, but she was still one of the most practical people I've ever met. (And in the end, she married the same high school sweetheart, but only after she'd finished her bachelor's and her master's. Not exactly par for the "married one's sweetheart" routine. She made him wait good and long before she decided he could have her shiny parts permanently, and she told me as much. Heh.)
I can only imagine with such an upbringing how much head-desk action you must be inclined to have, given what I've heard of Japanese women's notions of gender relationships, sex, and the lot. You have my sympathy, but don't stop being your wonderful wicked self!