I Was a Virgin For a Long Time
For 2 Decades, I Walked Along The Sewer Of American Sex, But Never Fell In... 19 years elapsed between the time I graduated from high school, and the day I accepted a woman invitation to join her in her bedroom. We now have been married 23 years.
19 years. Thus I walked along the open sexual sewer of the 1960s and 70s and 80s, but never fell in.
Why did I wait so long? Soon after turning 18, I formulated a rule for myself: I was not to enjoy a woman's favours unless she was free to marry, and the thought of being married to her was pleasant to me. That is why I turned down a handful of propositions during those years. (I've written about one such proposition elsewhere in EP.) Generally women seldom paid me any attention. In turn, when I tried to get to know women, they were cold, aloof and sarcastic.
Those 19 years were a lonely and a very horny time. They were also a time of intense intellectual excitement, travel, of my discovery of a world bursting with possibilities. They were years of elation and crushing depression; I may have been bipolar in those days.
I am a white upper middle class American with a point of difference: I have between my legs all the movable bits Mother Nature intended me to have. Hence my male equipment is not what young women of my place and time expected, and common sense warned me that that would be the case. My exceptional anatomy did much to keep me cautious in my dealings with the fair sex. I did not lose my virginity until I met a woman who revealed enough about her past to make it very likely that she fully accepted foreskins. I guessed right.
19 years. Thus I walked along the open sexual sewer of the 1960s and 70s and 80s, but never fell in.
Why did I wait so long? Soon after turning 18, I formulated a rule for myself: I was not to enjoy a woman's favours unless she was free to marry, and the thought of being married to her was pleasant to me. That is why I turned down a handful of propositions during those years. (I've written about one such proposition elsewhere in EP.) Generally women seldom paid me any attention. In turn, when I tried to get to know women, they were cold, aloof and sarcastic.
Those 19 years were a lonely and a very horny time. They were also a time of intense intellectual excitement, travel, of my discovery of a world bursting with possibilities. They were years of elation and crushing depression; I may have been bipolar in those days.
I am a white upper middle class American with a point of difference: I have between my legs all the movable bits Mother Nature intended me to have. Hence my male equipment is not what young women of my place and time expected, and common sense warned me that that would be the case. My exceptional anatomy did much to keep me cautious in my dealings with the fair sex. I did not lose my virginity until I met a woman who revealed enough about her past to make it very likely that she fully accepted foreskins. I guessed right.
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