Weird that I’m about to share my first orgasm story with you huh. I know, I feel shy about it too but I just couldn’t help but compare sx talk with our parents then and the now “modern” parenting.
Some of you may relate to what you’re about to read so let’s just have a good laugh, shall we?

My parents never taught me anything about se.x because they said it’s a topic for adults. I wasn’t allowed to watch movies that were R-rated. I remember the number of times either of my folks will quickly change the channel when something as harmless as a kissing scene came up in a movie.



I wasn’t allowed to ask questions about relationships or se..x or anything remotely close to it. “You are still a child,” they will say. Each time they said that to me, I got increasingly curious, I mean what was the big deal about se. x that my parents moved heaven and earth to make sure I didn’t know about it.

They were strict with me. I wasn’t allowed to have male friends. I wasn’t allowed to go out except for school or church. I wasn’t allowed any visitation from my friends because they feared my friends will “poison” my mind with their negative upbringing. I wasn’t allowed to use a phone and all the books I read at home were scrutinized.

No Mills and Boon or Harlequin or any romantic novels to give me the wrong idea. As if that ever worked! LOL. I had a bunch of romantic novels stashed somewhere that I read time to time. It was my little secret.
I remember the advice my mum gave me when I had my first period. I remember it as if it was yesterday. She said, “You’re now a woman. Stay away from boys or you will get pregnant”. That was it. She said that was the best se..x talk she could give me. I was 13years old so her advice wasn’t relevant. At that age, I didn’t know anything about boys anyway, and so it was fine by me.



Growing up I didn’t really mind all the restrictions till I reached 18, and I realized I liked boys. I didn’t want to fall on my friends or the internet for se..x advice so I went to my parents again to ask them. I had questions about se..x positions, orgasm, menstrual cycle, contraceptives, kissing, everything that my curious mind kept wondering. I didn’t want to beat around the bush so I went straight to them and asked “What is an orgasm and what does it mean when someone ask, ‘Does size matter?’”.

I remember my mum gasping and my dad just stared as if he was silently planning on how to kill me in my sleep that night. My mum was the first to recover and she asked “Where did you hear that from?” Before I could answer, my dad calmly asked me to sit down, I hesitated for a second but eventually I did.

He said to me, “Sweetheart, the internet is filled with so many crazy things. People write a whole bunch of crap out of loneliness and unrealistic fantasies. Do not believe everything you read on the internet”.
“So what is an orgasm dad and what do they mean by does size matter?” I asked.

He replied “It’s nothing. It’s just something some crazy woman somewhere conjured to make women feel they are supposed to experience that when they have sex with their husbands but it’s not”.

“Let me tell you something, honey. Sex is overrated...READ MORE..

One of the lazy youth you are. so you has time to write all this nonsense, well don't have time to read this your nonsense.