I've just submitted my first story in a very long time. It's a sequel to "Daughters of Priapus" and, like the first one, deals with sexual healing and re-affirmation. That's getting to be a favorite topic for me.
For the record, I'm not Ginnie. Our histories and physical characteristics are quite different. But I have met many women who fit Ginnie's description: women who, for some reason or another, have lost contact with their bodies and their libidos. Many of them never had much real contact with their bodies in the first place. They were kept ignorant for a long time, and were never adequately instructed in healthy sex. It is as if society had decided that God's creation of the clitoris had been a big mistake, and that all means must be taken, from mis-education to mutilation, to reduce its importance to women. Now the Internet is rife with information on the clitoris and the G-spot (much of it, alas, inaccurate) and young women have an unprecedented opportunity to learn about such things. It is up to them to separate the wheat from the chaff, but at least they now know that the wheat is out there for the finding.
The premise of the first story was that there was now a generation of women -- Ginnie's sorority sisters -- who understood these things about their bodies and sexual appetites. They lovingly educated an older woman in these things and allowed her to reclaim the sexuality she had, along with a greater awareness and understanding of her own sexual needs and capabilities. This story extends that premise by including a man who, at the beginning of the story, is equally ignorant of a woman's needs, despite a long, happy marriage and two children. He has much to learn, but is a willing student, and Ginnie finds to her surprise that she is an excellent teacher.
I'd like to hear your comments on the story. Is the focus on mature people misplaced? Does it have resonance with your experiences? Please let me know!