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One thing that makes me giggle, we had this funny ritual where we'd get cheeseburgers and laffy taffy after especially long fucking sessions in parking lots. I was so classy.

I look fondly back at that time, like I could have probably married the guy and been happy but we lost touch in college when we wanted to see other people to experience other people. I don't miss or pine over him, but thinking about him makes me smile. Definitely don't regret it or feel awkward, which I'm really happy about.
 
I remember the first time I saw a guy's cock and I was actually disgusted. I even said something like "you want me to touch THAT? where you pee from?" The mechanics of it going from soft and small to hard and GROSS :rolleyes: amazed me.

Little did I know I'd become completely enamored of cock and even enjoy the fact pee comes out of it!
 
One thing that makes me giggle, we had this funny ritual where we'd get cheeseburgers and laffy taffy after especially long fucking sessions in parking lots. I was so classy.

I look fondly back at that time, like I could have probably married the guy and been happy but we lost touch in college when we wanted to see other people to experience other people. I don't miss or pine over him, but thinking about him makes me smile. Definitely don't regret it or feel awkward, which I'm really happy about.

laffy taffy!!!! :)
 
Well now it's more like dirty demanding texts, u guess I've grown up a bit
 
First handjob was a long time ago. The guy lives in my town now, and every time I see him I think, your dick was the first one I touched.
 
I first had sex and it was amazing for about two minutes. I imagine you ladies have a much different story to tell. Somewhere between "Ouch that hurts" or "Is that is that all there is and now I'm laying in a wet spot".
 
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I first had sex and it was amazing for about two minutes. I imagine you ladies have a much different story to tell. Somewhere between "Ouch that hurts" or "Is that is that all there is and now I'm laying in a wet spot".

Mine was "ouch that hurts, is that all there is and now I'm lying in a wet spot, and am I going to bleed forever?" :rolleyes:
 
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My first real Kiss, 8th grade, the class called us the meeting of the nerds. We were both into comic books mainly G.I.Joe. We were best friends at the time, and nobody else was going to ask either of us out, So I asked her to middle school prom. We Kissed that night standing around waiting for our parents. We were a couple till the end of the year, when her Dad made General and was transferred. I waited, she moved on.
 
The first time I shaved DOWN THERE was at the request of a lovely police officer I was supposedly babysitting for.

He used to handcuff me and throw me in his closet if I got too lippy. :devil:
 
Most of my "first times" cannot be posted here.

First time I smoked anything other than tobacco, 18. I was a freshman in college. (only year I went, causal?)

This story does date me so watch out. I was sitting in my dorm room with the door open. Guy in one of my classes walked by, asked if I wanted to get high. Told him I had never. He said he would be gentle.

Went down to his room, he threw a towel down on the floor in front of the door, cracked the window and retrieved a bong from it's hiding place. After instructions, I took several hits and tapped out.

Returned to my room turned on the computer. Had to pee. Went to pee. When I got back, the screensaver was on, maze with psychedelic (thank you spell check) walls, ceiling and floor. I was transfixed. Don't ask how long, I have no idea.

The phone rang, and since I used a 56k modem, the phone was hooked up through the computer. Screen saver gone, me, scared shitless. My mother was calling, she wanted to know if I wanted to go eat at the Outback. (College was about an hour from home) YES!!

First BDSM experience: My wife and I were trying the "open relationship" thing. I was trying to get into the pants of one I will call "Amy"

She called me up and asked if I wanted to go with her to Dirge Factory. Considering I knew her through the local metal scene, I assumed Dirge Factory was a band I knew nothing about. I was wrong.

Through learning stuff later down the road, it was an S&M-lite club. With a little less build up than the last story, I was a little drunk, maybe a lot. Amy and I had gone with another guy. He got tied to the cross. Very little done. Then I was goaded until I got up on the cross. HOLYMOTHERFUCKINGHELL I enjoyed it.

I have since changed roles, and the only two people that I would allow to top me anymore are "Amy" and a male friend. Neither live in the area now. He is the only one that has ever truly got me into subspace.
 
Yeah you get off :D

I was with my first time guy for two years. The sex the first time and last time was exactly the same and equally unsatisfying.

Well that is just sad. I was clumsy at first. I did figure it out within a couple of weeks. How to make her cum.

I liked that I could make her cum. I came and wanted her to cum because it felt so good. Hey it's paying attention to your lover.
 
The first time I applied toothpaste to my sensitive lady-bit, I was voice-Skyping with a friend who was a good ocean-and-a-half away from me - it was probably 18 months ago or so. He said afterwards he could have heard me cum without any technology at all, even at that distance. I remember feeling distinctly sceptical while he instructed me over the phone ... and then a sensation that I couldn't describe, magnified x10 when he told me to apply a vibrator. Well worth the weirdness.
 
The first time I ever watched porn with a intimate/sexual partner (I differentiate because I was the president of the my high school's Porn N' Chicken club so had definitely watched a lot of porn with other people before then) was as a sophomore in college with the girl I lost my virginity to. We were watching a really well made and entertaining one and both were getting clearly aroused. She decided she wanted to please me and slowly lowered herself off the air mattress we were on and proceeded to suck my cock. She was starting to get into a rhythm and then did something amazing with her tongue that both thrilled and surprised me, and also made me jerk forward a bit, which in turn thrusted me deeper into her throat, gagging her. Which then lead to her quickly jerking her head back up off of my cock, and proceeding to head-but me in the face. So hard it bent my glasses which hit my eye brow and cut me deep enough to bleed for a good long while. Needless to say it was a mix of apologies and laughter from both of us. And then I made her actually finish the job. Unless there is something terribly wrong, my dick doesn't go half sucked.
 
First porn movie I ever saw.

Previously mentioned "good Catholic girl" roommate decided it was time to further "Okie girl from the sticks living in the big city" education after teaching her how to drink.
We chose a matinee because surely there would be fewer perverts at that time of day! don't remember much about it except she and I drew a lot of stares when we sat down. we bolted after 20 minutes or so when a guy sat down behind us, leaned forward and whispered loud enough we could hear over the moans and groans, "yeah, the ear,in her ear...aaaahhhh!"
Never been back to one but daily bless the inventor of the internet.

This is also the same roomie who gave up Christmas with her family to spend it with me as I suffered through my first without my family. We spent it in line waiting to see the first Star Wars that had just been released. Good friend.
 
I met my Husband when I was a college freshman (he was a senior), almost 20 years ago to the date, though the exact date I cannot recall. I was just a few weeks shy of 19. We hadn't "defined the relationship" yet, but were having plenty of sex. I still recall the dress I wore that day: it was a long, green, sleeveless dress with a loose skirt and an ecru, short-sleeved, button-up sweater overlay that ended just below my breasts.

I knew I would be seeing Him that day, so I decided, for the first time in my life, to forego panties when I dressed. I felt so scandalous, and recall loving the way the material felt as a slight breeze caused the loose fabric to almost caress my bare bass, hips, thighs, and mons. When I sat down to breakfast on the cold, hard cafeteria seat, the fabric against my bare pussy was something else.

I had a few classes before seeing my now-Husband. It was a toss-up between eating lunch together or going back to my dorm in the short time we had before my afternoon bio lab. I wanted the fact that I had gone commando to be a surprise, so that did not play a role in our decision to head to my dorm. In those day , sex almost always trumped food.

Foreplay was relatively limited in those days because He was a horny college guy and I didn't want to seem like the uncool freshman girl (I was dumb then), so it didn't take long for Him to figure out I was pantyless. Needless to say, sex didn't take long either, so that day we had time for both fucking and food.

It wasn't too much longer until He told me He loved me and we cemented our decision to be monogamous. I still like to tease Him that finding a girl who walked around naked under her dress all day must have sealed the deal. It might have been my first time, but it certainly wasn't my last. Though I was younger, I was not inexperienced, and was most certainly more adventurous. We have had many more, and less pedestrian, adventures since.
 
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My first longterm girlfriend was part of an evangelical right-wing crazy family. I was utterly fascinated with their bizarre takes on the music I was discovering and the politics I was growing up with. I couldn't get enough of observing them, or of their black and white views on the world. She and I argued a little too much. What I loved though, was my role in corrupting her. Leading her in ways that broke her norms, but that she really deeply wanted, and was upset that she wanted.
 
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