One of my friends opened up to me about being a survivor of inc*st and almost right away I thought, oh I am not the right person to talk about this with you. I of course am not a therapist in anyway shape or form, matter of fact I think sex is the best mental health cure out there, relieves stress and makes me a very happy girl.
My husband has even said things like You ain’t right but you are incredible!! as I am flashing some random trucker or laying out naked on the boat while he is fishing. But I tried to listen and be a good friend to her as I remembered my two brothers and I using each other for anatomy lessons on what felt really, really fucking great with me having summer days filled with hours of pleasure.
You see, I have always been very vocal about what I want and also ask a lot of questions in the process. When I felt their tongue on me the first time I was like YEAH BABY, way better than my fingers and lick me hard right there as I showed them my clitoris and this other spot that feels really good on mine for some reason. I would go into their room in the morning after our mom went to work and pounce on their face or start sucking on morning wood, threesomes were the norm for us and some how we all grew up mostly normal.
I could tell though just from her personality that she was not one to take a hold of something by the neck and control it and the fact was I could not tell her that she should have enjoyed it because we are all very different in how we deal with life. So hopefully I was a good friend for her, she did not seem more upset after we finished talking about her experiences so I guess maybe I do have some sort of therapy aura I may not realize. I know my husband tells me I am the greatest stress reliever and causer he as ever met.
