Wachten of experimenteren met seks?


Voor wie mij al langer volgt, is het misschien wel duidelijk, maar wie voor het eerst mijn weg heeft gekozen van mijn ontdekking van... even een korte introductie.

 Ik ben Denise net twintig en heb sinds enige tijd mijn eerste vriend. Hij is ook mijn eerste echte liefde. 

Dankzij hem heb ik een hele nieuwe wereld ontdekt, zoals ik al schreef in mijn blog hieronder.

Negentien jaar lang heb ik gewacht op de ware. 

 Dit gevoel van wachten had ik heel sterk. Dit gevoel kon ik ook niet loslaten, ook al kreeg ik vaak velen Whats'Appjes van vriendinnen over wat ze van het weekend hadden gedaan en dat ze hadden geëxperimenteerd met hun vriend.

Het kon mijn gevoel echter niet veranderen of me verleiden.

Ondanks dat ik natuurlijk best weleens nieuwsgierig was en het af en toe kriebelde, ben ik altijd trouw aan dat gevoel gebleven.

Ik heb altijd tegen mezelf verteld, ik ga het pas doen met degene die voor mij als de ware voelt, waar ik me fijn bij voel.

Dat gevoel dat ik op een dag de juiste persoon zou vinden, Mr. Right en niet die Mr. RightNow. Mijn vriend daarentegen heeft zijn eerste echte seks ervaring op zijn dertiende gehad. 

Volgens hem was het veel meer uit nieuwsgierigheid dan uit liefde. 

Hij was heel vrij opgevoed en wou het maar al te graag uitproberen. 

Maar als hij er nu op terugkijkt, dan had hij het toch anders gedaan.

 Misschien had hij niet op mij gewacht (ook omdat hij wat ouder is dan ik), maar hij had toch wel willen wachten op die eerste echte liefde.

Toch vraag ik me af wie ik nu geweest zou zijn als ik me niet zo vastgeketend had aan dat gevoel diep in mij.   Wat als bij mij, net als mijn vriend, de nieuwsgierigheid de overhand had gekregen en ik er jaren op los had kunnen experimenteren, tot ik de juiste tegen zou komen.

Hoe zou ik dan nu zijn in bed, hoe zou de seks tussen hem en mij dan voelen (Wat voor mijn gevoel nu al heel goed voelt)?

Zou ik zo goed zijn in bed dat het nog lekkerder is?

Of zou het niet meer zo mega bijzonder zijn als het nu is?

Want ik kan nu al niet wachten op de volgende vrijpartij.

Dat ben ik, als ik geen lekkere vrijpartij kan hebben met mijn vriend dan wil ik er het liefst over dromen, zodat ik het alsnog meemaak. 

Ik schrijf niet voor niks dit soort blogs(Lol).


Waar ik heel nieuwsgierig naar ben zijn jullie ideeën en ervaringen hierover.  

Hebben jullie er op los geëxperimenteerd net als mijn vriend en komen jullie daar achteraf op terug?

Hadden jullie vaak "friends With benefit" Of "One night stands" gewoon om dat het lekker is?

 Of ging je juist maagd het huwelijk in en heb je daar achteraf spijt van?

                                   Mijn keuze kan ik niet meer terugdraaien, maar er over fantaseren dat kan altijd ;)


                                                                                                              x Denise

Omdat mijn blogs over mijn sensualiteit, seksualiteit, ontdekking soms erg persoonlijk zijn deel ik deze liever niet op mijn eigen sociale media.

Maar ik denk dat er vele (jonge) meiden zijn, zoals ik, die er iets aan hebben, of het gewoon leuk vinden om te lezen. Ik zou jou als lezer, als je het ook zo ziet, willen vragen of je soms een blog van mij wilt delen.

 Delen helpt elkaar. 

                                                                               Liefs Denise, x


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Short story - The Parenthood Application
NOTE: This story is originally written in Dutch, my mother tongue. I prefer writing in my own language as it is easier for me to create the meaning I intend this text to have. This post is automatically translated by Yoors. Although I’m convinced machine translators are not (yet) fully capable of successfully translating a piece of fiction like human translators would do, I simply do not have the time to translate the text myself or the money to hire a translator. However, I have revised the text and made sure the post is more or less understandable for readers who prefer the English translation. If you notice any mistakes, inconsistencies or unclarities, feel free to tell me and I am happy to change them. It's time for a new short story! As I would like to experiment with different genres and styles, I chose science fiction this time. It's not a story about extraterrestrials or high-tech spaceships, but about a couple in a future society that wants to fulfill their want to have children with the help of new technologies and ideas. This short story is part of a bigger concept in my head, but it is also a separate part. Enjoy! Andrew put his head on his shoulder and stretched. He let out a soft unintelligible moan and a number of bones creaked audibly. The wooden chair on which he had been sitting for about half an hour was killing his back. He sighed and let his head fall back. It was an uncomfortable position, but it was better than any he had tried in the past few minutes. Looking up, he noticed an oblong blue banner attached to the wall. In yellow letters, it read "Fight extremism with neutrality"; the famous quote of Captain Burke. Andrew had always found it strange that this banner was shamelessly displayed in the National Institute of Family Affairs New Atlantis. During history lessons, children learned that after the Great Flood, Captain Burke wanted to create a world where extreme actions and words, as he called it, would not have the chance to incite people. Everyone was to live as neutrally and moderately as possible. According to Burke, history taught him that politics, activism, religion and also drugs and alcohol only led to the extreme and that this caused misfortune. He believed that people could leave this extremism behind by understanding themselves. Therefore, he and a group of scientists developed a series of objective personality tests determining a person's path at each major stage of life. Through these tests, children learned which school and education suited them best, adults understood which career path they could pursue, and potential parents knew whether they were suited to raise children. For the latter reason, Andrew sat on a rickety little chair in the Institute. Captain Burke might have developed a very ingenious system - which Andrew is quite sceptical about - he should have invested in decent furniture. Next to him, Rosalie wobbled nervously on an equally shabby chair. He had been friends with her since they were children and she was the woman with whom we had filed for parenthood. That day, the Institute would determine whether they were approved for the next stage. But the officials - almost lifeless robots who spent the entire day entering data into their computers - kept them waiting a long time. Andrew couldn't handle the tension any longer and stood up. He turned around and looked through the glass wall that he had previously sat with his back to. The wall offered a view of the Atlantic Ocean. Although most people would get dizzy at the sight of the endless water, Andrew felt calm. In the distance, he saw a shoal of ornate wrasse. They were one of the few species of fish that dared to come so close to the Dome. Andrew followed the movement of the shoal as they swam towards the beams of light shining from the surface of the water onto the Dome. This made Andrew wonder what it was like on the surface. Hundreds of years ago, also under the supervision of Captain Burke, the Dome New Atlantis was built. The first underwater city provided shelter for refugees after the Great Flood made the earth unlivable. According to legend, no one has set foot on the surface ever since. Andrew continued to dream about life above water until he was startled by a mechanical sounding voice. "Mr. Andrew Martin and Miss Rosalie Celeste? You may come with me." An official had come to stand in front of their chairs and looked ahead emotionlessly. Her upper body looked human. She had salmon-pink skin, brown hair tied back in a tight bun and rectangular glasses that she probably wore for appearance’s sake. She wore a dull mouse-grey blazer over a white blouse. Her hips, or whatever they were, were made of a wide horizontal metal cylinder. It served as a machine to operate a pair of long flesh-like rods, each attached to two large wheels. "Follow me," she exclaimed dryly, leading the pair to a room further down the corridor. On the door hung a placard: Office 217 Marjorie Hopkins Family Advisor The atmosphere in Hopkins' office was clinical. The desk, the chairs, the filing cabinets were immaculately clean and all made of metal. There wasn’t any kind of decoration or sign of humanity. Andrew and Rosalie sat down uncomfortably on the chairs in front of the desk Hopkins had assigned them. She rolled to the other side and bent her legs at a ninety-degree angle as if sitting on an invisible chair. For humans, this looked pretty painful. Hopkins tapped her fingers on the surface of the desk. It lit up and revealed a sheet of folder icons. She swiped right a few times and tapped a folder somewhere in the middle of the screen. The folder enlarged and a text field with 'password' appeared. Hopkins bent down and scanned the screen with her eyes. A series of black circles appeared in the text field. The folder flipped open on its own and white sheets spread across the screen. "Case P-123-10-07, Andrew Martin and Rosalie Celeste," Hopkins read monotonously, "let's get down to business immediately." The couple nodded nervously, but said nothing. "I have the results of your Capability Test that we took based on your application. You scored eighty-one percent. That is six percent above the margin. Based on this, we are giving the recommendation 'just suitable'." Rosalie and Andrew sighed with relief. They smiled at each other. "Do you have any questions about that?" Rosalie looked at her partner inquiringly and asked, "How  do you determine that score?" "Several factors come into play: your social role, your social and genetic family history, mental well-being and the compatibility between both of you. The fact that Mr. Martin is a Mariner has a positive effect on the score." Mariners were highly esteemed by the inhabitants of New Atlantis. These men and women maintained order in the Dome and checked if everyone lived according to their assigned roles. People saw them as responsible and good citizens, but they also feared them. If anyone was caught breaking the law, the Mariners shot them in a probe into the open ocean. "Why did we score 'just suitable' and not 'very suitable' or 'extremely suitable’?" Andrew asked.  Hopkins nodded and tapped on a sheet. "That's because you are registered under a semi-reciprocal bound partnership. You commit to a relationship purely for the purpose of raising potential offspring together with emotional but no affectionate responsibility to each other. You are also entitled to a maximum of two registered plus spouses. That makes the situation a little more complex for the offspring. I see that Mr. Martin has a registered plus spouse?" "That's right," Rosalie replied, "my brother Lyonard. He also supports our application." "That's why we gave a positive recommendation. You do realise that a plus spouse is also responsible for the upbringing, but has no right of decision over the offspring?" The couple nodded. "What are the next steps in the application?" asked Andrew. "You are nearing the end of the application process. All that remains is a appointment with a geneticologist. Then conception will follow and you can collect the offspring nine months later." Rosalie cried of happiness. She swayed her arms around Andrew's neck. "We're going to be parents!" he cried. He grabbed her shoulders and almost shook her. His eyes twinkled. "I'm so glad I can do this with you," Rosalie said as she wriggled out of Andrew's grip. "I can't imagine a better friend." #kortverhaal    #sciencefiction  #ouderschap    #shortstory   #parenthood    Header photo by Tara Winstead of Pexels Photo in text by Amarin Kuenzli of Pexels
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My garden in image, word and music
#mygardenvideo Strangely enough, in the afternoon I made a video of my garden to put it under a yoorsoriginalvideo and then the booster of Henkjan came. I had already incorporated it into 'Movavi Suite' with a little music I generated by the score that I was able to legally download through Musescore and process as mp3. It's about the piece: 'Over the Garden Wall-_Into the Unkown' van 'The Blasting Company' en het wordt in een iets vlugger ritme gespeeld dan het origineel. The text you see is a poem by my hand: 'Under the cherry tree'. I made it on a spring day when I enjoyed my garden, the bushes, my pet and especially my cherry tree which already has some years that start to count. I hope you enjoy it.!