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been
able to learn asking other women, just as had happened in her own
case, the elderly men had treated them with certain fondness —just
like mothers who made their daughters do something they did not
want to, but in their words and gestures they could perceive care
and protection.
Just the opposite happened with men who
could see. They were impetuous, at times aggressive, and it did not
matter if they placed the woman in an uncomfortable or painful
position to make the spilling, and some men even ignored the cries
of pain from women who had been so clumsy as to be unprepared and
not moisten themselves correctly.
In general there were no
murmurs, no caresses, not a simple “thank you for helping me see.”
Nothing. No cares, no connection, no worries.
They weren’t all like
that, of course. Some were timid, clumsy, or indecisive and Charni
had to help them spill. She also discovered that when she imitated
the moans that her mother made during a spilling and moved her hips
instead of remaining still, she could accelerate the process. Which
was appreciated … except by those who were not satisfied with just
one spilling.
And, of course, whenever
she began to perceive pleasure in any way, she thought about Deva
or went over the lesson from class in her mind. She did not want to
leave open the possibility of falling in love. Although … who would
want to fall in love with a man just because at some moment his
spilling could have provided pleasure? They did not talk, and when
they did, nothing they said made sense. They were not interested in
her, what she thought, what she felt, and in general they had
nothing in common with her. With so many women in her world who
were tender, affectionate, understanding, fun, or strong, like Deva
—despite being smaller, she still defended Charni with all the
conclusiveness needed at any moment— who in their right mind would
exchange them for a man?
No. Men were a bother, a routine that she
had to put up with and little more. Now she knew beyond any doubt
that her older sister had truly gone crazy and that she herself did
not have that kind of information inside her.
She did not need to worry.
Above all because of the existence that was finally developing
inside her. Within three cycles she was going to be an adult —to
the joy of her mother, the queen.
Producing an existence had its good and bad
aspects. The bad things were an imbalance in her urine; pain in her
legs, chest and back; and sudden changes in her mood that not only
affected her but also the women around her, no matter how hard
Charni tried to keep this from happening.
The good things were that once her state was
confirmed, she no longer had to do her turn and would not have to
resume them until she had produced the existence inside her and her
bleeds had returned to normal. In all, almost a cycle without any
obligation to satisfy the member of any man.
With a little luck, when her turns started
again, she would repeat what she had done with the last men she had
been with before her production, and, once she had achieved a
successful spilling, she would be retired from taking turns
again.
But it was still early to think about this,
of course. Besides, her mother had told her that the first
production was the most difficult and since her body was not yet
fully developed, there was a high risk of complications from the
process, which could be disastrous for her. In fact, she might
become one of those woman who wound up exercising the noble but
extremely difficult role of peacemaker due to a production that had
destroyed her from inside. So it was best not to plan too far
ahead.
Charni submitted herself
to her mother’s advice without spending too much time thinking
about it. She preferred to invest her time in classes, being with
Deva, or caring for her younger sister as practice in case she
produced a girl. Now that she had time without extra studies, she
wanted to take advantage of it.
When she
able to learn asking other women, just as had happened in her own
case, the elderly men had treated them with certain fondness —just
like mothers who made their daughters do something they did not
want to, but in their words and gestures they could perceive care
and protection.
Just the opposite happened with men who
could see. They were impetuous, at times aggressive, and it did not
matter if they placed the woman in an uncomfortable or painful
position to make the spilling, and some men even ignored the cries
of pain from women who had been so clumsy as to be unprepared and
not moisten themselves correctly.
In general there were no
murmurs, no caresses, not a simple “thank you for helping me see.”
Nothing. No cares, no connection, no worries.
They weren’t all like
that, of course. Some were timid, clumsy, or indecisive and Charni
had to help them spill. She also discovered that when she imitated
the moans that her mother made during a spilling and moved her hips
instead of remaining still, she could accelerate the process. Which
was appreciated … except by those who were not satisfied with just
one spilling.
And, of course, whenever
she began to perceive pleasure in any way, she thought about Deva
or went over the lesson from class in her mind. She did not want to
leave open the possibility of falling in love. Although … who would
want to fall in love with a man just because at some moment his
spilling could have provided pleasure? They did not talk, and when
they did, nothing they said made sense. They were not interested in
her, what she thought, what she felt, and in general they had
nothing in common with her. With so many women in her world who
were tender, affectionate, understanding, fun, or strong, like Deva
—despite being smaller, she still defended Charni with all the
conclusiveness needed at any moment— who in their right mind would
exchange them for a man?
No. Men were a bother, a routine that she
had to put up with and little more. Now she knew beyond any doubt
that her older sister had truly gone crazy and that she herself did
not have that kind of information inside her.
She did not need to worry.
Above all because of the existence that was finally developing
inside her. Within three cycles she was going to be an adult —to
the joy of her mother, the queen.
Producing an existence had its good and bad
aspects. The bad things were an imbalance in her urine; pain in her
legs, chest and back; and sudden changes in her mood that not only
affected her but also the women around her, no matter how hard
Charni tried to keep this from happening.
The good things were that once her state was
confirmed, she no longer had to do her turn and would not have to
resume them until she had produced the existence inside her and her
bleeds had returned to normal. In all, almost a cycle without any
obligation to satisfy the member of any man.
With a little luck, when her turns started
again, she would repeat what she had done with the last men she had
been with before her production, and, once she had achieved a
successful spilling, she would be retired from taking turns
again.
But it was still early to think about this,
of course. Besides, her mother had told her that the first
production was the most difficult and since her body was not yet
fully developed, there was a high risk of complications from the
process, which could be disastrous for her. In fact, she might
become one of those woman who wound up exercising the noble but
extremely difficult role of peacemaker due to a production that had
destroyed her from inside. So it was best not to plan too far
ahead.
Charni submitted herself
to her mother’s advice without spending too much time thinking
about it. She preferred to invest her time in classes, being with
Deva, or caring for her younger sister as practice in case she
produced a girl. Now that she had time without extra studies, she
wanted to take advantage of it.
When she
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