Pick Carefully, You Want The 'best' Male, A Man, Not A Boy

I am one of three girls. It was the day my mother had the talk with us. Intercourse. I was the youngest, thirteen, my sisters fourteen, sixteen. It's because my sister was old enough to date.

First, why we were females. Then why we weren't males. Luck of the draw. Females came first, reproduction dominates. Males av derivative of females, to mix up the stew. A penis, so dominant and powerful, a freak of evolution. Not so much to dominate females, that's a byproduct of evolution. Males need to dominate other males, keep them away from their females.

The male 'wants' you, 'love' comes later. Females 'love' him, to keep him around. Don't get 'want' and 'love' confused. 'Want' doesn't stick around. Pick wisely, keep your legs crossed. He has to prove he 'loves' you, or no nookie.

Heat, desire, are hormonal, skips the brain altogether. Keep your panties on.

We got an overview of intercourse, oral sex, the backseat of the Buick.

I don't think my girls got that kind of 'talk' from sex ed. Condoms, and female assertiveness. No means no, and all the other bullshit. Made the lesbian gym teacher feel good. No, I sat my girls down and explained the 'facts of life', the purpose for 'it'. And that's to get pregnant. Pick carefully.