I made my decision in one felled swoop. I knew that I pondered on the answer I would give myself many times in the past, if the chance ever arose, it would be this. I would insure that any man I might explore the facts of life with, would have to follow the ground rules we both set forth. With neither of us going too far and yet far enough to satisfy each other. This would allow me to be true to the way I had been raised and yet true to myself. Doesn't a flower bloom and share its beauty, before the petals fall off to allow it to seed before dying?

Dear Diary,

I can remember back when I was eight and Tommy, the boy next door and I played "I'll show you mine if you show me yours…" I can remember wondering why I had been born without a penis like him. Now I am glad that I am a woman. We seem to have the better deal. I remember touching Tommy's little echo of manhood, and even at his early years, he had gotten a hard-on. I think it scared him more than me, because he had pulled his shorts up and went running from the shed. I have always secretly desired to see what might have happened had I continued playing with his privates.

Now that I had made my decision, I threw caution to the wind and decided to give myself some pleasure, instead of always playing second fiddle. I really wanted to experiment more, and I knew that I could trust Dave. I lowered my tongue to swirl it around his erect manhood. His body responded with a slight thrust up, causing his shaft to actually enter my mouth. I liked the taste of his manhood, and my excitement was building deep within me. Raising my head and releasing his shaft, it stood straight up, pulsing and calling to be satisfied. I stood upright and removed my night shirt. My nipples were erect and jutted forward in excitement. This was my choice and I was the one in control. No one was telling me I had to do this. It just felt right!