Family fun

Teenage sex question

Hi Dianna, I read a couple of your stories about a year ago and to be honest, I didn’t really think much about them beyond a few ideas to masturbate to. But since then I’ve been going to yoga, meditating and then recently I had this crazy sexy experience that I just have to tell someone, so this is what happened.

We moved into this new house about six months ago and when I was setting up my room, I discovered a USB cord sticking out of the wall. I had no idea what it was, so I plugged it into my laptop and discovered that there were cameras in every room of the house.

Then I

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Growing up

The origin of the word, “adolescence” is from the Latin verb, “adolescere,” which means, “to grow up.” Adolescence is a transitional stage of physical and mental human development that occurs between childhood and adulthood. This transition involves biological (i.e. pubertal), social, and psychological changes.

The teenage years are from ages 13 to 19. In fact, early adolescence is the most difficult phase of life, as children cannot express their problems correctly because their power of expression and their knowledge of their own psychology are not mature enough. Due to physical changes, hormonal changes, and constantly changing moods, teenaged children have many unexplained and unexpressed problems.

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Growing pains

A girls life

I remember my parents used to argue a lot after which they had noisy sex and things would be okay for a few days. I wasn’t supposed to see all this, but in our small two room apartment there was no way I could avoid knowing everything that went on.

But their relationship became so predictable that I was able to visit my friends when they were fighting although I liked being there when they made up. The walls in our apartment were so thin I made several holes so I could watch them having sex.

The arguing never made sense, but sex looked like fun and before long I was experimenting with boys at school. I

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A young girl’s story of being kidnapped (R)

Thousands of girls disappear every year

Nina was walking home, having enjoyed her day at school and she felt delighted with her school companions and the warm sunny afternoon. When they came to her street, she said goodbye to her friends and thoughtfully turned her mind back to the school lesson of the day as she walked the 200 m to her house unaware of the two men behind her until she was grabbed.

Her world went dark, she was bundled into a vehicle, her mouth, hands and feet bound with tape so she couldn’t move, and her head covered with some rough and scratchy cloth which at the moment was

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Salima's market day

A girls life in Saudi

It took three weeks of pestering before her father gave her permission to go shopping. It was such a relief to be out of the compound and Salima was delighted, even with her Ama in tow. Good Aribic girls are not allowed out without written permission and when the police stopped their car because the driver made a stupid mistake, he scrutinised both women and their permission slip.

Salima was petrified but defiant and they soon continued the the souk. After they left the car, Slaima revelled in the sounds and smells, but her secret wish was to get some Victoria Secret underwear. Ama also had a list, but she let her young charge lead

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A comment on sexuality

Carolina was a ‘good’ girl, she’s a year older than me and we have known each other since we were kids. She would sometimes admonish me for being too much of a tart and my less than perfect reputation. But I didn’t think that is was deserved and it annoys me to this day that boys who sleep around are considered heroes whereas girls are bad mouthed.

Anyhow, turning 18 was a big deal because it meant that in this country at least, girls were able to legally have sex although in some countries it’s much younger. So there was a string of 18th birthday parties to go to and one of them was Carolina’s.


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Jo grew up out in the sticks, christened Joanne, she was the second oldest in a family of five boys. The father ran a fairly large farming operation and her mother was home most of the time.

As a young child, she went to school by bus and she preferred involving herself and farming operations. Like most farm kids, she learned about sex at a very young age and her conservative mother reluctantly spelt out the facts of life. As a girl, she was expected to help out around the home as well as look after her younger siblings so she got to know all about the male anatomy.

Their extended community was very male dominated and there were only

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I Anna

A story of growing up in promiscuous times

15 years later, I’m doing just fine

I went to a good Catholic school and I studied with a sense of incredulity at all the religious stuff that was put before us. After I’d been reprimanded a few times for asking difficult questions, I learned to shut up and remain fairly inconspicuous.

Like most of the girls, I liked to show off more of my body than was permitted, and I usually managed to get away with a slightly shorter than regulation skirt. After I was 10, I often got away with not wearing a bra even though it was compulsory even for girls without breasts.

My home life was confusing

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Pushing boundaries

Sex and In early childhood development

A girls gotta have fun with them

At the age of five, Sharon’s breasts began to grow and many of her friends and classmates teased her. Before she was six, she was forced to wear a bra although she detested it. She endured those early years of school and the attention of boys and men.

When she was seven, her mother ran off with another man and she became one of those latchkey kids. In some ways she liked that because after school she had the house to herself for three or four hours. When her father came home, they’d share stories of their day and he often helped

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Looking Back

Growing up wild in London

An Interview about developing sexuality with a London family when I was studying sociology and working on my thesis at Oxford. While in London I met these people by chance. While I have changed their names to preserve their anonymity, such stories are not that uncommon as when Lord Boothby was having an affair in the Downing Street flat with Harold Macmillan’s wife, Dorothy who was also sharing young boys with Ronnie Kray. The lives of politicians and the rich and famous have always been of interest and even fascination largely due to the antics they get up to. Tom mentions the Profumo affair and before this there was the 1954 affair of Lord Montagu

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