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My parents were strict Jehovah Witnesses. I don’t know how the JWs are now but back then they had a very peculiar view of sex, I was born eight years after my parents married, and now wonder if they actually knew what to do in bed. My mother told me in later life that after I was born they had a visit from the Elders from the Kingdom Hall who warned them about having sex for bodily sinful pleasure as any such activity should be restricted to bringing c***dren into the world to the service of Jehovah. The lecture obviously had desired effect as I was an only c***d. Sex was never discussed and my first period when I was 12 came as a big shock to me as I thought I was dying. My mum soon initiated me into the secrets of womanhood which then consisted mainly of tying a strip of old sheet round your waist and between your legs and washing what Mother called my kitten regularly.
Father was the manager of a pot bank at a local china factory in Stoke on Trent where we lived and mother ran a small grocery shop which we lived above. Father died of a heart attack at the breakfast table when I was 16. I was studying for my school certificate exams at the local all-girl grammar school at the time. I did pass with distinction in all subjects but Mother had a breakdown which meant I had to take over the shop and forget plans of attending university and becoming a journalist.
After a couple of years Mother recovered enough to manage the shop and I got a job at my father’s pot bank learning plate painting. My fellow workers were all girls who were a jolly bunch always laughing and full of hair-raising stories of their adventure with boys. I didn’t join in as the JW influence was still strong in my mind, but I did listen, and this was my sex education.
To me with my upbringing it was like a religious revelation that I would actually take another person, another human being inside me. I was surprised to hear that boys had a thing that was meant to go inside girls and that they only had the one hole for peeing and sexing. From the description of some of the boy’s things I didn’t see how one of those could possibly go inside me. I had of course discovered my clitoris and had been guiltily masturbating quite regularly but it was obvious that anything larger than my finger was not practicable, especially the huge things the girls were boasting about.
A lot of the talk was about how to enjoy boys without getting pregnant. The favourite method seem to be letting the boy use his fingers between your legs and then put his thing in your mouth to squirt, and swallowing was the best way of keeping your best dress clean. I always wondered what I should do if a boy peed in my mouth instead of squirting. Some girls said if you let a boy put his thing in your bum it was almost the same as proper sex and safe, but others would know of a girl who had got pregnant as some of the boy’s semen had found it’s way into her vagina. The fear of pregnancy hung over the girls all the time.
As for me I had never even spoken to a boy, although being among the pot girls certainly aroused my interest, and when I saw an attractive boy I would get a burning feeling inside and imagine him doing the things to me that the girls spoke about. but I was never to share their experiences as when I was 19 Mother was permanently paralysed down one side by a stroke and needed 24hr care.
I left my job and cared for Mother for the rest of her life. Mother took it as a sign from Jehovah that had rescued me from a life of sin as the pot bank girls had a terrible reputation in the town. I took it as a duty and looked after her and the shop. I didn’t go through the menopause I just realised one day that my periods had stopped probably due to stress and grief.
.I was 43 when Mother died in my arms from another stroke. I think I had a bit of a breakdown as I sold the shop and everything belonging to my parents came down to London staying in a hostel at the back of Oxford Street and found a job in a famous department store and eventually buying a house in north east London.
to be continued
Father was the manager of a pot bank at a local china factory in Stoke on Trent where we lived and mother ran a small grocery shop which we lived above. Father died of a heart attack at the breakfast table when I was 16. I was studying for my school certificate exams at the local all-girl grammar school at the time. I did pass with distinction in all subjects but Mother had a breakdown which meant I had to take over the shop and forget plans of attending university and becoming a journalist.
After a couple of years Mother recovered enough to manage the shop and I got a job at my father’s pot bank learning plate painting. My fellow workers were all girls who were a jolly bunch always laughing and full of hair-raising stories of their adventure with boys. I didn’t join in as the JW influence was still strong in my mind, but I did listen, and this was my sex education.
To me with my upbringing it was like a religious revelation that I would actually take another person, another human being inside me. I was surprised to hear that boys had a thing that was meant to go inside girls and that they only had the one hole for peeing and sexing. From the description of some of the boy’s things I didn’t see how one of those could possibly go inside me. I had of course discovered my clitoris and had been guiltily masturbating quite regularly but it was obvious that anything larger than my finger was not practicable, especially the huge things the girls were boasting about.
A lot of the talk was about how to enjoy boys without getting pregnant. The favourite method seem to be letting the boy use his fingers between your legs and then put his thing in your mouth to squirt, and swallowing was the best way of keeping your best dress clean. I always wondered what I should do if a boy peed in my mouth instead of squirting. Some girls said if you let a boy put his thing in your bum it was almost the same as proper sex and safe, but others would know of a girl who had got pregnant as some of the boy’s semen had found it’s way into her vagina. The fear of pregnancy hung over the girls all the time.
As for me I had never even spoken to a boy, although being among the pot girls certainly aroused my interest, and when I saw an attractive boy I would get a burning feeling inside and imagine him doing the things to me that the girls spoke about. but I was never to share their experiences as when I was 19 Mother was permanently paralysed down one side by a stroke and needed 24hr care.
I left my job and cared for Mother for the rest of her life. Mother took it as a sign from Jehovah that had rescued me from a life of sin as the pot bank girls had a terrible reputation in the town. I took it as a duty and looked after her and the shop. I didn’t go through the menopause I just realised one day that my periods had stopped probably due to stress and grief.
.I was 43 when Mother died in my arms from another stroke. I think I had a bit of a breakdown as I sold the shop and everything belonging to my parents came down to London staying in a hostel at the back of Oxford Street and found a job in a famous department store and eventually buying a house in north east London.
to be continued
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