When I was a cute newlywed I was asked probing questions by a young bishop (whose sweet wife was pregnant with their 9th child) about what I enjoyed in the bedroom, which positions and techniques brought me pleasure, etc. Being young and naive and conditioned to answer personal sexual questions posed by my priesthood leaders, I answered everything he asked in detail. I innocently thought he was trying to help me enjoy that part of my marriage since it was all so new to me. I felt uncomfortable, though, and went home and told my husband, who was upset by the conversation. He said he couldn’t look the bishop in the eye afterwards, knowing he knew such intimate details about our sex life. I wondered later if he was “getting off” behind his bishop desk. He went on to be called to the Stake Presidency.
I first learned what masturbation was when my mother sat my sister and I down as teenagers to tell us what it was and not to do it. I was mortified because I had already been doing it for years . I felt terribly guilty, ashamed, and confused that I have been sinning all this time without even realizing it.
When my husband and I were dating I felt so guilty after every makeout session that it ruined the pleasure of our dating experience. I would be wracked with torment and cry my eyes out after we made out, even though we stayed fully clothed he never touched my breasts or genitals or vice versa. I remember sobbing to our singles ward Bishop when I confessed during our temple recommend interviews.