Your first....

*holds your hand*

It will be okay. It doesn't get easier, but going through the motions do. And you will have other nurses to build you up, as you will for them.
I promise you.

I'm back to being the harbinger of death in the group again :(
 
I'm back to being the harbinger of death in the group again :(

If it makes you feel any better that was always my job too. The two vets that worked my clinic always wanted me as their euth tech. Apparently I was good at working silently in those situations without needing direction, and knew when and what to say to clients. And always stepped out once the doctor confirmed the pet had passed and wouldn't need me any longer. They literally used to fight over me if euth appointments overlapped.
 
My First...

New Car, I bought with my own money.

My Silverado. Black and shiney. I loved that truck, the V-8 was loud and throaty. The rumble at idle, reminded you there was a beast under that hood. That was not my Truck, that was my Noble Charger, representing freedom and power, to take on my foes (work). I miss my Truck, she never balked at any task, I cried when I traded her on an illadvised Escalade. Even my Tahoe, that I have now, does not bring the same sense of Joy as my Silverado did.
 
I remember the first time a dominant wanted me to drink his piss. I was horrified and disgusted and said NEVER! So that first time, he peed on me first.

It took a little more convincing but eventually that night, I was on my knees in front of him. My hands on his butt, his cock in my mouth. Looking up at him. His hands in my hair. Waiting... waiting... then feeling that first burst of piss. Warm. An odd taste. Trying to swallow it as fast as he was peeing.

In that moment, I realized how useful I was. How aroused I was. How connected I felt.
 
I remember the first time HE spanked me. We had been dating for about 10 months, enjoying a fun but very vanilla sex life. He had begun to bring up things that he was into that I had never experienced (extensive bondage, control, spankings, etc). We had done a little role playing (and up until this point, that is all it was...playing) of different dom/sub scenarios. Something shifted this night, there was an intensity in his movements, his commands, his eyes...I felt a stillness inside that I had never known. I was for the first time in my life just letting go, letting someone lead me. He told me that I had left him wanting this for far too long. He explained that tonight I would be his completely. I would be spanked. Part of me was terrified. I'd never been struck in my life. He said I had the power to say stop at any time but asked me to trust him.

I was on all fours on the bed, trembling as he ran his hands over my bare ass. I remember that first slap, hard and fast...then the feeling as he ran his hand over that spot and reach down with the other to touch me. Over and over...

I'll leave it at that...but yes, I remember that night, over 15 years ago, like it was yesterday. It set the stage for everything that was to come...
 
The first time I pissed on a woman was in a bathtub. We were experimenting, maybe a bit drunk. I pissed on her first, aiming my stream at her tits, but she grabbed my cock mid piss and directed it on her face and hair, smiling and trying to drink as much as she could.
 
I remember the first time I saw Prince in concert. I was like one of those hysterical girls seeing the Beatles. Screaming, near tears.

I did cry actual tears when I got hit in the head by this ceramic purple bathtub someone was trying to throw up on stage. It was the size of... a pork chop?! It really hurt. But Prince was so magical, it was all ok.
 
Orgasm: No idea. Whenever I started masturbating. I have no memory of it.

Kiss: Age 23, walking a girl home after our first date.

Sex: Age 23, 4 days after my first kiss, after our third date.

Dominance / submission: I'm not really into power exchange.

Sadism: Age 28, took a taxi to a munch, found out about a party, got a ride there, got to spank someone for the first time. A more experienced Top drew the safe zones on the bottom.

Love: Age 28, 3 months after my first scene as a Sadist, I met my wife at a party. Was sticking needles in her boobs about 15 minutes after meeting. We started dating a few weeks later and I fell in love with her. That was also my first bloodplay scene. (I took two different courses on it before then.)

Food: I don't like food.

Drunk: I can't stand the taste of alcohol, so I've never had enough to get drunk. (Caffeine is my only drug.)
 
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The first time I went to a drive thru anything was about a month ago.

It was a McDonald's and it confirmed everything that has puzzled me about the existance of drive thrus. What are you supposed to do with the food? Eat it in the car? Why would you want to eat in the car, especially something messy like that? If you take it home with you, then it's already cold when you get there and the food has turned from bad to worse. If you're supposed to take it home with you, why don't they pack it better so that it retains the heat at least a bit better?

I just don't understand the point of it. :confused:


The first time I had sea urchin was a few weeks ago when I was in Paris (which was also my first time there, do double first). It was an absolute delight, served with a foam or mousse of something I wasn't able to understand with my super limited French. It was all really good though, so it doesn't matter.
 
Drive thrus are primarily for people too busy to stop to eat. I've eaten McDonald's food in the car without a problem, but it takes learning how... Like how to hold the wrapper so it acts as a mess guard for your hand while allowing your mouth access to the burger. It's easier for a passenger to eat in the car than the driver. I've also had drive thru food fed to me while I was driving.

They're also good for when your destination is super close to the restaurant.

I almost always just eat inside though. Stop, relax for a few minutes, get a soda refill when I'm done... Plus McDonald's uses a wifi that's compatible with the 3DS streetpass stuff, so I get 4-10 streetpasses per inside visit, but 0 per drive thru.
 
You can eat sea urchin?? :eek:

Yeah! Poor little urchins. I imagine a 1930s Fleischer brothers cartoon, or Sponge Bob.

Prince? Cool! I never saw him in concert, but I know someone who did. Did you get to keep the bathtub?
 
The first time I shot a shotgun I was probably 8 or 9. My dad drove me out to the pipeline because he wanted to site in his rifles before deer season. He handed me the 12 gauge shotgun and went through basic safety and function. Now, he warned me that it had a kick, and at the time I weighed 80lbs dripping wet. I was all knobby knees and elbows as a kid. I had seen him shoot before but wasn't quite sure on placement, like that the butt should be against my shoulder in the soft meat of my pectoral, not in towards my collar bone. My arms were short and I was having a hard time holding it steady and keeping my non trigger hand where it should be. He watched me and never said a word. When I pulled the trigger the impact knocked the air out of me. I lowered the barrel and steadied myself. It almost knocked me off my feet. He took the gun from me and I immediately inspected my already bruising chest and shoulder. He THEN showed me the right place to seat the butt. I asked him why he didn't just show me in the first place. His answer : "You won't ever hold it like that again will you?"

Dad, you're an asshole.
 
Yeah! Poor little urchins. I imagine a 1930s Fleischer brothers cartoon, or Sponge Bob.

Prince? Cool! I never saw him in concert, but I know someone who did. Did you get to keep the bathtub?

No to the tub! It got lost in the sea of screaming Prince fans.
 
The first time I shot a shotgun I was probably 8 or 9. My dad drove me out to the pipeline because he wanted to site in his rifles before deer season. He handed me the 12 gauge shotgun and went through basic safety and function. Now, he warned me that it had a kick, and at the time I weighed 80lbs dripping wet. I was all knobby knees and elbows as a kid. I had seen him shoot before but wasn't quite sure on placement, like that the butt should be against my shoulder in the soft meat of my pectoral, not in towards my collar bone. My arms were short and I was having a hard time holding it steady and keeping my non trigger hand where it should be. He watched me and never said a word. When I pulled the trigger the impact knocked the air out of me. I lowered the barrel and steadied myself. It almost knocked me off my feet. He took the gun from me and I immediately inspected my already bruising chest and shoulder. He THEN showed me the right place to seat the butt. I asked him why he didn't just show me in the first place. His answer : "You won't ever hold it like that again will you?"

Dad, you're an asshole.

Did you get a bruise? Do you still hunt. Wait. You have 3 kids. But you hunted after that, right?

The first time I went hunting was with someone I was dating. I'm not quite the hunting kind of a girl but you know... the things we do for the guy we love. Like rimming. :rolleyes:

Segue to the the first time I saw someone get bit by a rattle snake... it was the hunting boyfriend. He walked right in to the snake. The snake and I were on the same wave length with the boyfriend. He'd been kind of shitty the whole weekend. I can say that now because it turned out ok. It was weird for a while - his leg swelled up and he was knocked out for a few days.

Whenever my friends talk about him, he's referenced as the snakebite boyfriend.
 
The first time I shot a shotgun I was probably 8 or 9. My dad drove me out to the pipeline because he wanted to site in his rifles before deer season. He handed me the 12 gauge shotgun and went through basic safety and function. Now, he warned me that it had a kick, and at the time I weighed 80lbs dripping wet. I was all knobby knees and elbows as a kid. I had seen him shoot before but wasn't quite sure on placement, like that the butt should be against my shoulder in the soft meat of my pectoral, not in towards my collar bone. My arms were short and I was having a hard time holding it steady and keeping my non trigger hand where it should be. He watched me and never said a word. When I pulled the trigger the impact knocked the air out of me. I lowered the barrel and steadied myself. It almost knocked me off my feet. He took the gun from me and I immediately inspected my already bruising chest and shoulder. He THEN showed me the right place to seat the butt. I asked him why he didn't just show me in the first place. His answer : "You won't ever hold it like that again will you?"

Dad, you're an asshole.

Ouch! I still hate shotguns due to an experience similiar to yours...give me a rifle any day.
 
Did you get a bruise? Do you still hunt. Wait. You have 3 kids. But you hunted after that, right?

The first time I went hunting was with someone I was dating. I'm not quite the hunting kind of a girl but you know... the things we do for the guy we love. Like rimming. :rolleyes:

Segue to the the first time I saw someone get bit by a rattle snake... it was the hunting boyfriend. He walked right in to the snake. The snake and I were on the same wave length with the boyfriend. He'd been kind of shitty the whole weekend. I can say that now because it turned out ok. It was weird for a while - his leg swelled up and he was knocked out for a few days.

Whenever my friends talk about him, he's referenced as the snakebite boyfriend.


Yeah, I had a bruise for about a week. I haven't hunted in a long time. I went because I had to, that's just what you did on my dads side. Usually I got tags for myself but dad ended up using them in his deer. I didn't like the waking up at 2am to dive them walk out to a freezing cold deer stand to sit in the cold for 8 hours. After I turned 20 I was working retail and worked most weekends so I want able to go to the lake house so I stopped having to hunt. I liked being out in nature and watching the wildlife around me, just not the cold and getting up so early. But an upside, my family always processed their own deer. So in the event of an apocalypse I know how to hunt and clean just about anything. And I know what plants, mushrooms, and berries are ok to eat too.
 
I remember the first time I got out of the car naked and stood next to a stop sign for a picture.

I remember the first time I stood in the middle of the road and masturbated.

Yes, I remember my first kiss as well.
 
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We took one out into the woods to look at it in peace. We were both in awe of what we saw. It made us both look at girls differently. In those days they didn't show any pussy so we were still curious about that. Oh and nothing gay happened. We are both straight. lol
 
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Drive thrus are primarily for people too busy to stop to eat. I've eaten McDonald's food in the car without a problem, but it takes learning how... Like how to hold the wrapper so it acts as a mess guard for your hand while allowing your mouth access to the burger. It's easier for a passenger to eat in the car than the driver. I've also had drive thru food fed to me while I was driving.

They're also good for when your destination is super close to the restaurant.

I almost always just eat inside though. Stop, relax for a few minutes, get a soda refill when I'm done... Plus McDonald's uses a wifi that's compatible with the 3DS streetpass stuff, so I get 4-10 streetpasses per inside visit, but 0 per drive thru.

I guess it is a learned skill. Not one I'm likely to develop, though, considering I only go to McDonald's and the like maybe once or twice a year, some years not at all. :)

The whole drive thru thing is not popular here at all. When I was a teen some friends of mine would sometimes go to a drive thru at night with their bikes (non-motorized), because it was the only McDonald's type option available in the entire city after 9pm. Population about 85.000.

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If you experience discharge after sex, you should see a doctor.

*boom tish*

lol......



My first car was a 1970 Oldsmobile Cutlass. Her name was Lucy because she would conk out at the weirdest times when i bought her, like the song by Kenny Rogers.
 
My first holiday not being married is now.

I'll let you know how it turns out. :cool:
 
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