I’ve been on this site so often, i’ve come to feel obligated to tell my story! I like reading the erotic details that people leave, but some of these stories are so far fetched & badly written that they’re impossible to believe. I’ve contemplated how I would write my own story here a million times; wondering how I would describe the encounter & the emotions that came with it. Through these musings, I have come to this conclusion: I won’t leave the horny details, I won’t lie about the way I felt, & I won’t trivialize the encounter by turning it into some odd orgiastic fuckfest with both of us launching ejaculate into the stratosphere. So, with that in mind…
My first was a girl I had known in school, & had dated off & on for a year. At the time, it was special only in the sense that we’d finally built up the courage to do it; I wasn’t in love with her, I hadn’t been faithful to her, & at times I wonder what made her love me at all. I had been a miserable partner for the most part. We enjoyed each others bodies, though – neither of us were of noteworthy attractiveness, but naked in each others sight, we were unstoppable. We spent most of our year together in one another’s homes, with me groping her to no end, never going too far, but getting enough contact to finish what we’d started. I graduated at the end of our year, & moved away. I returned 3 months later for a visit, & after an evening out together, we returned to my house, found we’d mustered the courage over my absence, & quietly took each others virginity. We had sex a few more times in the following months, finally arriving at the conclusion it wasn’t worth the effort any longer, and closed the sexual aspect of our relationship. We maintain a decent friendship now, six years later, if not a distant one; our affairs memorable only in an annoying biblical sense, that we were naughty enough to put our privates together. She came to my wedding, with her family, & came to my fathers wedding also; I enjoy our conversations now, strengthened by years of knowing quite a bit about one another. We share a mutual respect now that I value much more than those few nights we spent in bed. But she was my first – & that’s what’s wanted here, what makes a treasured memory for most, what we’re supposed to remember forever. Despite its lack of passion, & the overall outcome, I do still remember that night, & that girl.
I came to value the firsts that followed, with girls that I loved, truly caught up in romantic passion, sex without bounds or reservations. That’s something I wonder as I read through these stories – what really dictates a “first”? Isn’t every new partner a first in one sense or another? If you write a story of pain & guilt, is there no later story of sex in a positive light? My less than perfect first was followed by a number of amazing encounters, culminating into my marriage, to my favorite first of all. Do I have a point? Not really. Only that first is a matter of perspective, & that encounters that follow can carry much more weight than your “first time”. Thanks for reading.
CJ¦M
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