by kathrynmburke
I always enjoy your writing. I did have to laugh at the end of this.
I think that parents either drop by, or make strategically timed phone calls with express purpose of putting a damper on intimate activities. (lol)
I hope it's not too long until pt.2
and 3, and...
And I hope we find out what the "over protectiveness" involves.
Overall very good, lost a point for going where "nothing should go in there". Now we shall see what Mom had to say.
Dr beulahthebrit; I had the same problem with my mum, I went off to uni as a totally sheltered, Catholic educated virgin at the beginning of September 1996 aged almost nineteen, sharing a small flat in north London with two other young women. I returned home to our small town of Burnham for Christmas a totally different young woman, now I was on the pill, no longer a virgin, ( to be honest, if it had a pulse and a decent sized cock, I was up for it) and I had copied my flat-mates in having my nipples pierced and a small tattoo just above my shaven pussy. Mum, found my pills when she came in to my room, whilst I was showering in the bathroom and went ape-shit, I was called every name you could think of and it was only the support of my father that got me through the holiday. Mum is now in her late seventies and still has a stick up her arse, she and dad must have had sex at least three times ( two older brothers and me), why dad stayed with her is beyond me, to her sex is for one thing and one thing only, procreation. I've never asked, but I hope dad has had plenty of other women, or else he's wasted his life. My advice, girl is enjoy life, you get one shot at it, have as much cock, pussy or both as you can get, then when you finally turn up your toes, you'll have no regrets.