There was no talk in such survivalist times and religion-dominated scared living about women’s sexuality, much less the importance of their orgasms.
And as I was attempting to teach him the sophistication of Kama Sutra, he showed me, for the first time, sex in its most basic form.
My love suggested we move the harmful energies down into my yoni and work with the sexual energy to release them from my body.
In my mind, I was either a sex/masturbation addict (which was wrong) or a dried-out prune (which was also wrong). It was not right.
He turns the corner on two wheels and I turn the page. He shuts the engine, I shut the book. Turns out this type of story is a legendary myth.