by Beverly Mahone

Created on: July 27, 2008

I was a faithful wife-all 23 years of our marriage. I never even lusted after another man in my heart. My momma said thinking about sex with another man other than your husband was wrong and sinful and I would surely go to hell if I did.

So my question is, if I was so faithful why wasn't my husband? Well, he's my ex husband now so I guess the question is moot. But I'll tell you what he said to me before he packed his bags and left. He told me I didn't have what it took to please him sexually. He said I never did but he married me anyway because I was a "good girl" and he was hoping one day I would break out of my cooped-up, sexually timid shell and go buck wild. Of course, he never told me that until the day he left.

For months I was heart-broken. How could the man of my dreams be blind-sided by an overwhelming need to have sex? I obliged most of the time but it obviously wasn't good enough. After I decided I wasn't going to be miserable about the break-up anymore, I decided to make a change. That was five years ago. Now let me tell you what I've been doing since then..

Before I go any further, let me tell you a little bit about myself. My name is Deanna Lorraine Parsons. I was born in 1954. The name Deanna comes from an actress from the 1940's named Deanna Durbin. My dad apparently had the hots for her and insisted that his first daughter be named after her. Lorraine was my mother's grandmother's name.

I wouldn't say I lived a charmed life as a child but I don't ever remember not getting anything I ever asked for. My dad worked in a steel mill factory. He worked many long hours sometimes and had a schedule called a swing shift. My momma, meanwhile, had a little seamstress shop set up inside our home. It would be many years later before I discovered why she had so many male customers who always seemed to bringing the same pants over week after week.

My first sexual curiosity came when I was around five-years-old. My friend, Lynette Newhouser, and I used to play this game where we thought of ourselves as genies. We would rub the palms of our hands on each others nipples (we called the nubbies) as a sign of good luck when we wished for something. We would lift our blouses so there would be nothing between our hands and our nubbies. I remember enjoying the touch of Lynette's hands, which I thought was perfectly natural and normal. We played the genie game until we were around 11-years-old. That's when her momma caught us and whipped us and made us promise God that

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