On a "Valkyrie departure" a pilot speeds down the runway and barley lifts off of the ground, cleans the plane up by retracting gear and flaps and accelerates as fast as possible without climbing. Then she pulls the stick back hard and climbs at the greatest angle of attack feasible (it becomes an arc as airspeed bleeds off) trading speed for altitude. In life Eva, our heart and soul, waited a little before pulling back. But look how high she climbed.
All sexual activity described is between adults aged for at least eighteen years in tropical Caribbean waters.
Eva's Family
- 00 - by Polly+Anna (1850 words) Our Journey Begins (2/15/20) masturbation
During the hot summer following graduation from high school my friends and I hung out around our grandparent's place on the beach. Since girls mature faster than boys, most of the boys that I knew back then were still pretty immature, with two notable exceptions; I will tell you that story later. In our play together I was able to kiss both of them. Not deep romantic kisses like I wanted, but affectionate and caring little kisses. It was sweet and what was offered at the time.
Like so many others, I went to dances growing up. One of the funny things that I remember was that the boys were generally more nervous than the girls and they mostly sat around together. Sometimes we girls would get bored and dance with other girls. Our chaperones thought that was cute and they never paid attention to what was happened between the girls. Not that anything that happened was wrong.
We played games like Twister and Spin the Bottle. Truth or Dare was another favorite, you can forge some pretty deep bonds with those games. We also played games we made up like Pirate, and Wild West. Looking back on it, I spent a lot of my happy childhood playtime blindfolded, tied up and or locked in a closet. Back then our games were not sexual, but they did teach us how to trust and communicate.
When my curly brown pubic hair started to appear, mom gave me a copy of the book
'Our Bodies, Our Selves
,' and made an appointment for us with her gynecologist. When I took my eldest daughter on an identical journey twenty-five years later, the doctor asked her if she wanted me to stay for the exam. I could not imagine doing it without mom being there and at times holding my hand.
Thankfully the doctor did not give me a pelvic exam that first time. It was basically just a more focused physical up on the regular exam table. My fingers were already familiar with the area that was being examined. I guess the doctor could tell because he asked me if I "touched myself." Being new I didn't answer that question correctly and his response assumed that I knew what I was doing and so needed no additional guidance.
His response was, "good, you have years, don't do anything before you feel ready."
It was affirmative and he meant well, but it wasn't informative.
I have always shared everything with my mom, sometimes with a "tape delay," but eventually we tell each other absolutely everything. She and dad have a loving and playful sexual relationship, unlike many of my friend's parents. Between their overt and hidden behaviors together and what mom has told me I have a well-informed ideal.
Mom and dad are not prudes, they understood that my safely showing off my body to others was good for my self-esteem. They each remembered being awkward teenagers and while not being overly critical of my grandparents, they changed a few things that they had found not to their liking. In particular, mom was very helpful with tailoring my wardrobe selection to meet our goals.
A day or two later dad took my little sisters somewhere. Whatever it was had been planned so that mom and I could have some privacy. We talked a little and she explained everything that our doctor had not. Then she explained far more. We both got undressed and she had me come sit on her bed with my book. I had seen glimpses of her body and dad's. Of course, she had seen a lot more of me and my sisters.
