When I Got The Talk

When I turned 14 my Mom told me my aunt wanted to have a word with me. She is my Mom's older half sister. She said we should talk in my room. She patted my knee, complementing my new dress, asked about any boyfriends. She reached into her bag and pulled out a penis, erect and extremely lifelike. She told me to hold it.

It was time for the sex talk. She pulled out some condoms, lubricant, a vibrator. She asked if I had sex, kissed, boy or girl cop a feel? How about my clit, had I been flicking the bean? How about anything up my vagina, tampon, a banana, hair brush? Boy or girl? Time to grow up and get educated, better at home than a car.

Biology 101, boy sticks his penis in you, delivers the sperm, the sperm swims up your cervix, search and finds an egg and overwhelms it and you get pregnant. Boys have no control. Only the girls has control. And a long conversation on birth control, spermicides to kill the little fuckers, condoms to block the little fuckers, hormones to prevent or make the fertilization fail. Put a condom on the penis, until you can do it with your eyes closed, even when you are on a contraceptive, no condom, no pussy.

Your ass is not a birth control method, it is disrespect. The ultimate put down. Anal lube is not an excuse, no penis in the back door, ever. You will not respect yourself. With your toy penis use the lubricant, wash the penis after use. No pictures for your boyfriend, or any other friends.

If you and a girlfriend hang out don't share your penis. Play around but remember you are made for a boy, no offense. When the time comes you will want babies. Call when you want to talk, call if you are trapped and need to be rescued. Your Dad will not talk to a boy that hurts you, he will hurt him really bad. Really, really bad.

Welcome to the sisterhood.

Now when you need to work off some energy, you use a penis toy, nothing else. The vibrator to stimulate the rush. Enjoy. Carry condoms and tampons. Any questions?