Yes!

  

     I awoke to teasing aromas tickling my nostrils, beckoning.   Tantalizing sweetness lured me from my warm bed.  As if possessed, I went.  Salivating I could almost taste heavenly bliss, my stomach growling in anticipation.   Pure temptation found, my heart raced.   Should I?

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A is for Adultery

     Grabbing her hand, he led her into his office slamming the door behind them.  Frantically tearing at each other’s clothes, they passionately kissed hot flesh as quickly as it was exposed. 

     
      They fell upon the desk locked in a frenzied passionate embrace lost in the moment. The door opened.  His wife gasped in shocked discovery.

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Sex Education

NaBloPoMo asks

“Do you think sex education should come from the parents, the school, or a mix of both?

     I think sex education should come from a mixture of both.   Back when I was growing up, I admit I was completely clueless about sex.  It was not a subject my mom ever discussed and it would have been a cold day in hell when I would have asked questions about such a thing.  In the 6th grade I got a rude awakening when the powers that be at the school decided it was time to separate the girls from the boys and show gender specific movies about the reproductive system.  Up until that moment, I never even knew I had a vagina.  I had assumed that a woman felt a whopper of a shit coming on and then a baby emerged after much grunting.  Surprise, surprise, and don’t forget to wipe!  Hell, I didn’t know!  I assumed men had something to do with the process, but I had absolutely no clue how the whole thing was accomplished.

     I remember the movie appalling me.  The idea of bleeding every month down there was not only gross but humiliating.  I wasn’t the only one whose jaw dropped and eyes bugged out that day.   The ride home on the bus proved that at least one of the boys in my class was as astonished by the information he received that day from his movie.  He found out he had peanuts in his pants!  If I were him, I would have been ruined from eating nuts for the rest of my life.

      I was never subjected to the talk about the birds and the bees at home.    Back in those days, if you wanted to see an “R” rated movie that included sex, you had to go to the theater and be 18.  Yes, I grew up in the time period before the invention of VCR’s, DVD’s, cable, and the internet and they sure as hell didn’t show stuff like that on TV.  My education was next to none on the subject.  My folks obviously did the deed or I wouldn’t be here, but growing up you would have never guessed exactly what the deed was.  It was a subject that was never discussed.  I was completely clueless.

 

       Embarrassing as it is to admit, by the time I got my first real look-see at what lurked inside a man’s boxer shorts at almost 19 I had no idea what the hell to do with it or where to put it.  It was awkward as hell.  I felt like a complete moron and I was.  When I had my own children I made a vow early on that neither one of my kids were ever going to be as ignorant as their mother was.  We discuss it.   It is perfectly natural and nothing to be ashamed of. It is part of life.  In this day in age, ignorance is not bliss.  I would rather have my kids be informed and benefit from my experience and wisdom.  I don’t come up with screwy names for what lies between their legs; I give them the actual terms.  I answer any questions they have as honestly and truthfully as I can.  I owe them that much.

 

         The education they receive on the subject at school only adds to their knowledge.  Knowledge is a wonderful thing.  Better to have it, than to be left floundering and wondering why.  Ignorance can lead to an unwanted pregnancy or worse yet a STD that they could carry with them the rest of their lives.  Seems to me it would be more useful to be educated in sex than in mythology or algebra.  At least, that knowledge you will use and build on all your life.