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| Xaviera Hollander, madam |
Windmills and Dykes |
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To most girls the actual deflowering is one of the most significant events of their young lives. To me it was just a technicality. I had been dating my steady boyfriend for two years, and we had experimented with sex and explored each other, but had never made love "all the way." In Holland young people are strictly supervised, and even though we would fool around behind the windmills and beside the dykes, we had never found the right combination of courage and opportunity.
The way it eventually happened in a friend's borrowed apartment was very ordinary, and nothing like wild rape — there was no bleeding and no pain. There was just the nice, secure feeling of my boyfriend's penis going all the way inside me, back and forth with more rhythm until he exploded and left me warm and wet.
Far more significantly, I must confess that from the moment I lost my virginity I became absolutely wild about sex, and even threw over my steady boyfriend in pursuit of it. (Amsterdam, late 1950s)
from The Happy Hooker, by Xaviera Hollander with Robin Moore and Yvonne Dunleavy (Sphere Books, © 1972)
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