The first woman in a boy’s life is unforgettable.
Hers is the first human flesh he experiences on the tips of his exploring fingers, hers is the first breath that carries the womanly acceptance of his tentative and unsure touch upon her, hers is the body odour that clings to him in lonely nights, and hers is the first cry of womanly ecstasy that rings in his ears long after she has let loose her bodily love.
No matter how many others come into his life, every man remembers with gratitude and fondness that first encounter, that first woman who helped the boy cross the threshold and become biologically, a man. In this fact-inspired story, it was an aunt.
Hers is the first human flesh he experiences on the tips of his exploring fingers, hers is the first breath that carries the womanly acceptance of his tentative and unsure touch upon her, hers is the body odour that clings to him in lonely nights, and hers is the first cry of womanly ecstasy that rings in his ears long after she has let loose her bodily love.
No matter how many others come into his life, every man remembers with gratitude and fondness that first encounter, that first woman who helped the boy cross the threshold and become biologically, a man. In this fact-inspired story, it was an aunt.
