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On Boys and Men
On Boys and Men— In my teens I became so disgusted with boys pawing me all over, trying to feel my breasts, trying to stick the tongues down my throat for a first good-bye kiss, and trying to feel my crouch. I loved to dance, I loved classic music, I sang and played the violin. I took my dancing lessons seriously learning proper steps and trying to learn to let the boys lead. All they really wanted to do was pull you up against them so they could rub their peckers in against you, and often in doing so they would come in their pants. So, I learned to dance the ones that did not require close holding, but dancing around each other like tango and flamingo. Sure, I could make a flamingo skirt fly straight out to where they could see my undergarments and that is what they stared at. All they wanted was to make me and any other girl they were chasing. Some of us girls would talk about it and all felt the same way. Eventually I came up with a solution; I began carrying condoms and when a boy got me alone and began his feelies, I would reach down, unzipped his fly and start to unroll a condom on his slightly hardened pecker. They would come in it before it was all the way on and then I would back away and make a comment like, well your finished for the evening and leave them standing. I passed the technique on to some of the other girls and they began to try it. It worked for them also. Pretty soon each boy in school must have been done in that way at least twice if not three times. One of the girls taped her brother's phone conversation with one of his buddies bragging about how he turned a girl on, she put a condom on him and let him have her. It did not require much record keeping learning that each of the guys knew what happened to them happened to the other guys also. So, no wonder we never learned about love and tenderness with boys our age. Maybe we need to wait until we are older and can find young men we can teach how to love without fondling breasts, trying to get into your pants and tempting you to bite off their tongues and are not all hands.
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