It was my freshman year of college. I was pretty inexperienced, had never done anything but a little kissing and some under the clothes action. I met a man who was years older than me and was married. I always said I would wait until my wedding night but I had never been so attracted to anyone like I was to him. The first night we had a “date” nothing happened except a little hand holding, the night we held hands again and he stroked my hand and arm with his fingertips. I have very sensitive hands and I was turned on. The night we started kissing and touching. With our clothes on he mimicked the act of intercourse, rubbing and thrusting against me through my jean. It felt so good and I wanted to have sex, but I was frightend and when I refused he got mad and started to leave. I guess that should have been my first clue…
The night I knew him, I had decided to have sex with him. In the darknes of my room with candles burning we began. Kissing and touching, he slowly took off all my clothing. He went down on me. I was not prepared for this and I was a little scared. It felt good, but I was nervous and after a while it felt numb. He looked up at me and asked if I was ready. I nodded, but I really wasn’t ready. He had not prepared me for actual intercourse by slipping his fingers in me. He stood up stripped down and put the condom on. I didn’t actually see his penis, just the faint white of the latex in the candlelight. He showed me how to lay back and had me spread my legs and draw them up to my chest. He placed the head of his penis against me and just rubbed the opening for awhile. This felt really good to me and I started moaning. Suddenly he started pushing really hard against me, and then he thrust into me. It hurt so much I bit my lip to keep from crying out. He began moving back forth and it kept on hurting. This went on for an hour. It never stopped hurting. My legs grew tired and toward the end I just lay there limp. Finally I asked him to stop, since he was not close to cumming. He did and I asked him to leave and went to work sore the next day.
After that, he went psycho and started calling me constantly and telling me he was falling in love with me. He would demand to know where I was and who I was with. I couldn’t handle it anymore, I was so confused and scared. I had just given my innocence to someone I had known less than a week. I told him I couldn’t be with him and after month of driving by my house and calling me he finally left me alone.
Whoever is reading this, I wish I had not been so rash in making the decision to sleep with him. I know a lot of these stories are erotic and make it seem like a good porno, but in reality its not. Since then I have fallen in love and experienced making love, which is infinitly better. Please, if you are a virgin who is reading this, wait until you fall in love.
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