It started longer then I remember. The hand of love guided me on a path I thought was ok. The sleeping touching game, you play sleep and my hands roam. That lasted awhile until awareness taught that play was meant for kids and this was an adult game. I loved those that loved me and they would show me how love is shown. Teaching me how to love so well that it remains to this day. I was just a boy doing man things to woman that loved me because of.. No! wasn't an option because it felt good, why would I stop. Today I love well... Able to bring the joys that love taught. Learned some on my own. Yet my thirst isn't quenched. I know more about sex then I know about myself. What I know of me is I don't crave the sex. My orgasm has long been a secondary. My partner's pleasure has ruled. Not for the pleasure, but for the love. If I give u my pleasure, u will love me, please love me, you have to love me. The mind and heart of a boy. Still stuck in the reality of a man, Yes I was really molested too...E.D.M.L.
