trembling moisture

i had been a rather “prudent” young man all my life for different
reasons, and would not ever even manifest my thoughts of sexual
fancy because i had been taught that it was improper outside
the context of marriage

whatever the case may be, for reasons at this time undisclo-
sable, i decided to relinquish my past obstruction from the
greatest of human physical experiences and decided to have
sex with someone

i am disconcerted to say that i was not in love with the woman
who had the distinction of being the companion on my first sexual
experience, especially since it was not her first

still, though, for the absolute physical enjoyment i derived
from that day, i think it worth the telling

both she and i were completely conscious of our intentions of
having sex before we actually consummated our fancy

neither of us had actually had sex for an entire “session,” that is,
for a long enough period of time to actually feel fulfilled
in any way (independent of orgasms)

foreplay was short because of both of our relative impatience
for actually getting into the act of genital interface

but when we finally did do so, it was almost indescribable

my penis caressed her inner thighs, searching for an inlet to
her vagina for some time before actually finding where the
appropriate place to insert would be

and when i found it, i realized that it was rather dry and not as conducive to sexual
intercourse as i would have thought it to be, especially considering all the “smooth
operations” i had seen on TV and heard about from people who had–supposedly–engaged
in the act themselves

what i failed to realize, though, was the secret of the female
mechanism, that it operates in a stark parallel to that of the
male (or vice-versa, of course)

in the same way that men’s genitalia exude seminal fluids
before orgasm/ejaculation in order to provide a more lucid
flow of semen, the vagina secretes lubrication in order to
promote the penis’s entry, exit, and subsequent re-entry

i discovered this in a jarring experience which shook me in
the height of its pleasure

i had masturbated regularly for about or 8 or 9 years, and
the feeling i had of this woman’s moist vaginal lips enclosing
around my glans, and, thereafter, the shaft and end of my
penis was nothing like it–so beyond the seemingly meager
substitutions of self-stimulation, rather

i could only ask for more, especially since the woman bearing
the female pudenda herself was enjoying the event so much

we moved a bit out of rhythm at first, but soon understood
the large vibrations of our bodies, striking and thrusting (the
most common verb here) to experience and evince the greatest
amount of pleasure we thought possible

since she had never masturbated in her life, our hour-long,
sweaty ordeal ended in a massive and unbelievably satisfying
fruition for me (not having ever ejaculated inside a warm place
of trembling moisture before), though for her, it was simply
the end of sixty minutes of unbelievable pleasure–irreplaceable,
yet, leaving her unsated

i wished that i could have done something to make her shake
as i did in my moments of absolute submission to my body’s
demand to simply let the seminal fluids flow from me, but, alas,
through her own lack of knowledge and experience with her vagina
(though she had had sex with someone once before and ruptured
her hymen), she never climaxed

that is how it was then, and how it was subsequently there-
after

a lot of people say that good things diminish after “the first
time”

i see where this idea is derived, but i disagree with it because
i think that once one is able to savor each pleasure in its
temporal and spatial and overall phenomenal context, there is
no question of its becoming “boring after a while”

it then becomes different each time, and, since we all crave
variety, therefore, better

even with the same person, over and over and over, sex is a
fount of shared Joy, something that can be repeated endlessly
without a feeling of discontent (especially when one is really
in Love, as i am now, with my partner…though that is an
entirely different story)

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