My Women

When I was a boy I had an older sister and four younger brothers. My sister was a talented singer and dancer from age five. She took lessons and performed a lot in schools, parks, adult social clubs, marriages, and funerals. She received excellent grades at school. My parents carefully protected and watched over her and she was well behaved. My father taught her to use boxing gloves using me as her opponent. She stopped boxing as she matured into a woman, and father told us all to stop hitting her. We children learned little about sex perhaps because my parents never talked to us about it. I loved the women in my family including my aunts and cousins. It was a family type of love.

I grew up thinking about women but not being comfortable with them. I felt embarrassed when my aunts or other grown-ups kissed me. My father kissed me on the lips, and I hated the tobacco smell from his mouth. My grandmother smoked and I didn't like her tobacco breath either. Kissing was not something I loved as a child. I always told everybody I had a girl friend but never kissed or hugged one in my childhood. I was curious but bashful with all girls. During adolescence and since then I have grown more at ease with women. In fact, now, I enjoy women more than ever. I have been married to a wonderful woman for many years, and she has filled my life with love and good times.

One of the things I learned through my wife is how good it feels to touch her. After having four children my wife gradually filled out in weight. Thankfully she stored some soft parts here and there. She diets and exercises to control her weight, but not too much. I enjoy the way she feels to me. We sleep in a king sized waterbed. We can scoot close together or far apart. When the room is hot we don't touch much because it makes me sweat where our skin touch. But when the room is cooler she cuddles up to my back, or I cuddle behind her back. We fit like gloves. Sometimes we entwine our arms and legs. Often I stroke the wonderful softness of her arms, legs or belly. The smoothness of her skin is a wonder, and the touch makes me feel relaxed and warm toward her.