Lena P.   view profile 

At my first college year I plunged into searching for sexual pleasures headlong. Everybody must have gone through this. But I had a specific goal. The goal was orgasm.

One of my girlfriends had been dinning about it into my ears. She must have been just masturbating, but the emotions she described impressed me a lot. Not that and my attitude to masturbation was negative. My goal was to feel the same, but 'normal' or 'natural' way - the way determined by nature. So I went into the research.
Naturally, there was no shortage of partners - young and sexually obsessed students all around - batting an eye was all it took. But... the first year passed without mush success. From the height of my present experience, I must say that my search then was based on the wrong criteria.

From talking to my girlfriends, I had an impression that the key factors were the size and 'hardness' of penis. So sometimes I even checked for those parameters before all: after hugging, fondling and squeezing each other with a new guy, I would just get into his pants and try to determine his size by feel. If he seemed not big enough, he would get the sack right there.
But, unfortunately, even with guys endowed with 'big' and 'hard' ones, I was not able to get even a hint of orgasm. Moreover, one guy was so big I was afraid before sex that he would tear me. Good thing I was smart enough to grab the base of his cock in my fist. But even minus the width of my fist his cock was of such a size that I almost burst from the inside, and instead of enjoying it I only prayed I'd survive through it.

So, after a year I was a sort of confused (even disillusioned) and just quit 'following the parameters' of a potential partner. And that was when that guy came along. Judging by the way he behaved one might think he was a virgin - his inexperience and bashfulness were strikingly obvious. There was a reason. When I got him undressed, I noticed his unusual peculiarity. His cock was rather small, but it 'stood' strictly upright, touching his belly with all its length.
Playing, I pulled it slightly and then let go. It returned to the primary position with a fruity smack against his belly. Since my new partner was visible inexperienced, I had to take the initiative. At moments like this I really turn on and play the leading role, so pretty soon I was on top of him.
And here I felt something unusual. Sitting on top of him with my back straight, his cock inside me, I felt his cock pressing strongly against the front side of my vagina. It even hurt a little, but the pain was surprisingly sweet. Having started moving on him, I felt the sweetness flooding my body with each thrust, soothing the pain. It zoomed so unexpectedly fast that I just 'lost myself' not aware of want was going on.

I was so overwhelmed by the wave of energy feeding me from beneath that I set off at a gallop on top of him like crazy (surprising him to the depth of his soul - how come he, a virgin, was capable of arousing such emotions in me : - )). Soon the wave rising from beneath swept over my head completely and exploded with a bright flash.
Like in Basic Instinct movie I fell on his chest (only I had no ice pick in my hand: - )). And - separate from my head - three short, very unusual, painfully and sweet at the same time, spasms in my vagina: 'pyk-pyk-pyk...' After that I grew flabby completely and was not able to move for half an hour.

I 'paid' for my first orgasm with two days of painful feeling in my bladder and frequent urges to pee. But that did not bother me much. From then on I new what I should be looking for in men. Soon I was able to find more guys with similar peculiarity. I checked their abilities by the 'fruitiness' of the belly smack. : - )
One of those guys is my official boyfriend now. Later, in books on sex, I read about the G-spot, that is right on the front wall of the vagina. It must be the shape of his penis plus my position on top that hit the spot right.
But, I must tell you, although all this is just great, it is best to look for a partner basing not on the shape of the genitals, but love.

Marina D.   view profile 

I lived with Sergey for 2 years. To tell you the truth I had never been happy in bed with him. He turned out to be too serious of a person. As far as sex went, he accepted only, what he called, 'natural' contact between a man and a woman. And with that kind of contact he was not able to give me much pleasure, changing positions was all it was about.

I tried talking to him about female masturbation, but his reaction appeared to be negative, just like my mother's. So I never approached that subject again.
Basically the situation was pretty strange - I had sex with a man that did not bring me much joy (why were we living together then?). I satisfied myself occasionally exactly like I did in childhood (what did I need a man for? Could have done without him easily).
The paradox was that out of a partner Sergey gradually became an opponent (like my mother before). Not a friend or a lover, but an object of my sexual experiments. Sometimes, instead of wanting to go to bed with him, I stood behind the door of the room where he worked, and having pulled my panties down masturbated, enjoying the thrill. That gave me more satisfaction than sex with him. I did not think of him personally at moments like those. Basically, any other person could have been in the room instead of him.
Realistically speaking after 2 years of 'family life' I probably subconsciously wanted to change things (although I was not deliberately searching for something different). Remember myself at those days I understand that was how I was. I even behaved that way - pretending to be a little girl, I tried to please every man, smiled at them ingratiatingly, stared at them with my mouth open when they spoke (as if trying not to miss a word). I was well-wishing and sugary sweet.

Once I decided to spend a weekend at my parents' dacha. Serezhka did not go with me, he did not like my parents much, or likely just quailed at my farther (my father is a big-time entrepreneur - short tempered and rough man).
That night my father was entertaining guests (tough guys like himself), they were playing cards. I loved those gatherings. The men were all mature, intelligent, shrewd. It was fun to hear them talking, to listen to their remarks, I especially liked their humor - kind of black humor, but never vulgar and always to the point. I had earned my right to be present at the gatherings long time ago, because I waited on them pouring drinks, and offering light to smokers. And most important just kept my mouth shut, never interfered, just watched the game and listened to conversation.
And, of cause, although I did not say much, I hang around them, smiled at everybody and tried to flirt. There was a man in the company that I found especially interesting, the youngest one, he was 36. He has very handsome - as resolute and confident as all of them. But mostly I was scared and, at the same time attracted by his look - slightly sullen, scanning and shrewd. When he looked at me I felt creepy all over with the thrill - seemed he could see me through.

That night the atmosphere in the cards room was especially elevated. The game was muddled, but funny and excitable. Everybody was lucky in his turn, big money changed hands all the time. Everybody was excited hoping for his luck, I also caught the mood and hovered about sometimes interfering with the game. At one of those moments when I made too much fuss around that guy, Andrey not letting him figure out his cards properly, he smacked my butt slightly to keep me off.
To smack a butt of my father's daughter may be beyond a joke, actually, so Andrey immediately darted a glance at my father and then at me. But everybody understood correctly, I was smiling happily, so he calmed down. But he must have noticed something in my eyes, because his attentive glance lingered at me for a second. And indeed... that smack of his made me feel something. Like a breeze... Short, but very sensuous...

When guests began to disperse to bedrooms for the night, Andrey lingered with me (I stayed in the room to clean up). We talked casually, flirted a bit, I said something sarcastic to him, and got my butt smacked immediately again, this one was pretty deliberate and fruity.
Andrey looked at me searchingly, I looked up at him resigned. Our conversation stopped there, I think our eyes said all to each other.
The next day, on Saturday I suddenly made up my mind to go back to Petersburg. As I expected, the first one who volunteered to give me a lift was Andrey. So, I was not imagining it... That was what I was expecting. We talked on the way back and he suggested we stopped at his place for a cup of coffee. It was more of an order than a suggestion, so I obeyed implicitly. Then his commanding tone became more strict and confident.

I think that he was experienced in relationships with a girl with troubles similar to mine. Or probably he was just very experienced and shrewd person, who was able to guess me right. Or I myself behaved so, that he was able to guess which way he was supposed to go. One way or another, he did not drag me to bed. Instead he talked to me, his talk becoming more and more rough.
A Demanding Master was sitting in an arm chair with his feet on the table. Smoking and sipping cognac he gave humiliating orders to the Bad Girl in a scornful tone. She stood in front of him with her panties down and blushing with shame and embarrassment was showing him how she 'does dirty things'.
Repugnance was on the Master's face when he called the Bad Girl up, put her over his knee and punished her, slapped her buttocks, shamed her and scolded. But that was not enough for him. He humiliated the poor Girl any way he could. Made her sit in front of him with her legs spread wide and pull apart the lips of her vulva so that each of her secret folds was seen. He wanted to see in every detail that very spot that the girl rubbed so vilely.

The scene made the Master even more indignant. The girl had to 'suck cock' in punishment. All the dirty words and humiliation made the poor girl cry, but she had to obey.
She understood the justice of the punishment and had to take that object into her mouth for the first time. But yet the Master is not happy. She is not doing it well enough. 'You will do it with your cunt now, but do it well, or...'
The poor Bad Girl is trying to do her best. She takes the object inside her, caresses it with her body, strokes it with the walls of her vagina. She is so obedient; she wants to be forgiven so much, she is so happy at the chance to win his pardon... that in a few minutes a fiery sphere explodes in her head and her vagina responds with a series of short convulsive grasps caused by the most acute rapture... I came. For the first time in my life. First cheating and first orgasm happened at the same time...

It took me long time to come back to my senses, for long time I was lying on Andrey's chest not able to look him in the eyes, embarrassed of what had happened. But when I finally did I saw a completely different person. Intelligent, kind, dear eyes, understanding and forgiving everything on earth.
Merciless Mister Hide was gone, the kindest Doctor Jekyll took his place. So, not giving a damn about others - good and decent - I live with those two gentlemen now.

Christina Sh.   view profile 

I had a rather strange episode not so long ago. I began my sexual life at 18, but I always had problems with orgasm.
Caress and sex do get me very excited. It is a great feeling. I feel a wave of pleasure lifting me, taking possession of me and carrying me away. But when I reach the very edge, I get a painful spasm, probably because of being overexcited.

Continuation of sex gives me nothing but torture after that. It even hurts to touch that spot, a touch becomes torture. And at the same time I feel that I am just a few seconds away from 'coming', just a little bit more and I would 'come'.
I do not know if anybody can imagine how hard it is. Through out all my life to keep reaching the very edge and remain unsatisfied. To look at the husband who falls asleep after sex happy and relaxed, and not being able to fall asleep myself for a long time, feeling the residue of pain and arousal... and something else, I am not sure what... anguish and frustration, maybe...
I got really sick with this situation. You cannot say I have done nothing about it. We tried all kinds of sex with my husband, tried everything possible - always the same result. Tried to have sex drunk to make me relax more, tried watching porn... It became an obsession with me. It does tell on my health and temper, I became nervy, get irritated at a mere nothing. I developed a mixed feeling about sex, one of expectation and aversion.

So, one we were invited with my husband to my friend's birthday. Every year we had been celebrating it in a small company. At that time one of the guests invited, a girl, Nadia, was known to be a lesbian.
Our friends are all tactful people, nobody had ever discussed lesbian issues with her. Neither had she ever volunteered to talk about it. Usually we talked of different things.
That time my husband wished to have sex right when we were about to leave - it all turned out to be same as usual. So when we arrived to the friends' place I was pretty hysterical, being mad at my husband, feeling horny and painful. To relieve the stress I drank a lot.
After the 'official part' everybody dispersed to different rooms. Men sat down to play cards in the living room, wives were discussing mutual friends in the bedroom. Being nervous as I were I did not feel like staying with them and went to the kitchen with Nadia to have a smoke.

She was a slim, cute girl with a pale face, not talking too much, but rather of an 'understanding' type. She had nothing in common with a cartoon image of a lesbian one can see in the movies. Having too much to drink, I got carried away and started talking to her about what hurt me the most, complaining about my poor fate.
Having broken the unspoken taboo, I started badgering her with questions how they (lesbians) did it. Surprisingly, she listened to me with sympathy and answered my questions without much embarrassment. It was obvious that her sympathy was not assumed, he asked me for details, asked if I tried one thing or another. I melted because of such sympathy and accepted her like my best friend.
And after hearing another complaint of mine she suddenly put her hand on my knee and asked half joking: 'Do you think I should try to help you?' There was something that could be hardly defined in that moment, a sort of 'moment of truth'. I could have answered with a joke - and everything would be over. But I... I just did not say anything. I do not know why. The pause lasted for 3-4 seconds and must have been understood as my consent. Nadia's hand slid along my thigh and appeared under my skirt.

I was wearing a mini-skirt and tiny panties only. I stood leaning on the windowsill, my back to the window. Nadia was standing right in front of me, facing me, shutting me from the possible look from the doorway. When she touched my pubis slightly, the agitation that remained after the today's sex and had been almost suppressed flashed inside me against my will. It was already too late to refuse, neither did I feel like refusing. On the contrary, I thought: 'Let it be, cannot be any worse really!'
At first she just stroked my legs, checking if that was ok with me. But I had made up my mind already and even parted my legs slightly giving her the freedom to act. Having sensed that, Nadia pushed my panties aside and... I cannot even describe what happened next. Will just try so that I can remind myself of it once more.

It was all different from what had ever happened to me before. I never imagined it could be so tender. Her swift and light fingers danced down there - stroking, fondling, nibbling slightly. The way she did it made me feel my every little fold, every tiny detail. Her fingers slid and flew pumping up my excitement, then would go down my leg, giving me a break, to come back up with new energy.
Literary in a few minutes I was not thinking of anything, just spread my legs wide, entrusting her with my 'treasure'. I had already been smitten by the huge wave of the strongest desire, I grew weak and put my head on her shoulder. Nadia's movements became faster and my body reacted with counter movement beyond my control. I was catching the movements of her fingers towards my clit, and was trying to move it up to her. She was a kind of controlling my body, it worked on its own - to the rhythm she was setting, like a pick hammer.

I remember... Oh God... At somebody else's kitchen I shamelessly had sex with a lesbian!!!
She responded to my reactions very sensitively. It was enough to respond with a slightest movement or sigh to her touch in a certain spot, she understood it immediately and continued her caress there.
I was at my usual edge already, but there was no spasm - I felt I was on the brink of something. Nadia took off her fingers from the sensitive spot of a few seconds, then got back to my clit and suddenly did several strong and powerful circular movements. And that was it... Fireworks exploded in my head, I collapsed to the floor in convulsions.

The many years of frustration poured out of me with tears and heavy sobbing. I hardly made it from the floor to the chair and sobbed violently shaking all over. Nadia went to the sink, washed her hands and had a cigarette calmly. Men rushed in from the living room to my sobbing, Nadia explained that we were having some 'girls' talk'. Only in about 20 minutes I got back to my senses and spent the rest of the night with a bottle of vodka. Just not to think of what had happened.
On one hand I felt incredibly happy and relieved. On the other I felt ashamed in Nadia's eyes. The whole thing just took a few minutes and was so easy, as if I had been doing nothing but 'coming' all my life. And what were all my complaints worth? Could she be thinking that being a wanton slut I was just looking for sex, desperate to try it with a lesbian?

But the hardest question of all for me was then and is now - how could it happen at all? Am I a lesbian? I never thought I was. But I am not able to make it with my husband still!
Of course we tried to masturbate and did it many times. But my own caress does not really turn me on, I do not feel my own touch as somebody else's. My husband does it better, but still he has no idea, he does not feel how it should be done. He is told to rub the clit, so that is what he does, just rub it monotonously until it sores.
I cannot explain how, it has to be felt, you cannot explain these things. Is same sex my only option really? Poor me...

Daria S.   view profile 

I have had my first orgasm only with my husband. I got married rather young. After a couple of year of most reckless sexual adventures during my first two college years, I eventually found a man who was able to get me seriously interested and get me attached to him.

Although I had a lot of sex before marriage, all my affairs were very short term ones. Casual sex, no strings, as they would say now. That was fun, interesting, exiting, but I the excitement came mostly from the atmosphere of adventure. Only with my husband I was able to really get into sex, there was enough time and room and desire. Besides my husband is 8 years older than I am, pretty experienced. He became my teacher.
To tell you the truth, I had no idea what orgasm was at the time, was not sure it existed at all and obviously did not know how to reach it. My husband was aware of the fact and urged me to experiment, to try different techniques to find my way to it. It took us quite a while to get there. It turned out that regular approaches did not work with me. I had never been too exited about masturbation, long sex had been no more than a pleasant pastime to me.

But my husband was pretty persistent in his research. Once he started caressing me when I was fully dressed, as soon as I entered the flat. He was unusually passionate and persistent, got his hand under my skirt right in the doorway and started caressing me through my panties. Then he literary grabbed me by the pussy and dragged into the room.
I got very horny fast because of his attack, his desire passed over to me and possibly because the situation reminded me of my childhood experiences. He kept me in a state of becoming more and more horny for almost about an hour, caressing me in all possible ways, without entering me.

Finally he got to the state of almost total frenzy, when all I could do was tossing and moaning, having lost the touch with reality. He then made me sit on the floor, spread my legs wide, took a mirror and put it right between my legs, so that I could see all. And for some reason, the sight really got me going. I was literary erect down there, almost like a man, I could not imagine anything like that before. My pussy lips seemed sticking out for about 5 centimeters and were open wide.
He took my hand, made me touch and feel myself. THIS was almost too big for my palm, and as soon as I touched myself, my eyes closed, head fell sideways, and the first convulsion crept through my body. Having caught the moment, he entered me immediately and after his first powerful and confident movements inside me I began quiver in orgasm beneath him like a fish caught on the hook.
From then on, orgasm ceased being a problem to me, each following time I reached it easier and faster. The only thing that is necessary to me is to feel myself down there and make sure that my pussy is shamelessly and aggressively 'erect'.

Svetlana Kh.   view profile 

I have experienced my first orgasm under similar circumstances as well... I was going to marry one guy at that time, but met a mature family couple in a restaurant where we were celebrating my girlfriend's birthday. The man was around 45, a woman 36 - 38.

They seemed a very interesting company to me, we exchanged phone numbers, and I came to visit them once. The atmosphere of their home struck me as what I would call sensuous or erotic if you like. Cannot explain... Obviously, there were no porn photos on the walls, just as I said - atmosphere... The color of the wall paper, decoration of the place, some fine statuettes around the place, the smell... For some reason all that tuned me in to the 'erotic wave'.
Slow and interesting conversation accompanied by a glass of liqueur, their genuine interest in me... The conversation slowly turned (or was it skillfully directed?) towards erotic things...
To cut a long story short, in about an hour I was already boasting about my rich experience as usual... and felt that talking alone would not do here... but that did not scare me a bit... It was a thrill of balancing on the edge, and heating up the situation by talking risque. They were happy indeed to develop the situation further and soon we got down to business...
Those two turned out to be skillful lovers, especially the woman. But the man was really sophisticated too. I had never felt anything like this before! They both concentrated their efforts on me, to bring me to ecstasy. I did not try to do anything myself, I just relaxed completely, luxuriating in nirvana, allowed them to take me where only they knew the way to...

There must have been at least an hour of various foreplay and caresses, and then we merged into a live triangle - the woman was caressing me with her mouth, I was giving a blowjob to the man, he was licking the woman... The triangle pulsated, quiver, the rhythm of one participant was picked up by another, and further, going around in waves...
When the woman started to moan loudly, her excitement passed over to me and I started moaning out loud too... I felt something was about to happen to me... something scary... if that was the word to be used, because at the same time I did not want it to stop, neither I was able to. The man was the first one to give up, I felt his penis pulsating as a hot jet shot in my mouth, the woman began to briskly pluck at my clit at the same time... and I just came down into an abyss...
I am not sure what effect this episode is going to have on my sexuality (it happened not long ago). But I am afraid it will. I have not given up thoughts of marriage completely, but sex with one man only for the rest of my life does seem insipid to me - do not feel like signing up to it at all.
I have not met my new friends either since - need some time to think it all over and let it settle down. So, I do not really know which way to go now...

Karina D.   view profile 

I have always considered myself an interesting and sexy girl. Never felt any shortage in admirers, and have always turned on easily myself, when I saw somebody taking interest in me. I think I became ripe for love and sex very early.
The only thing that clouded my life when it got to the intimate side of it was a peculiarity of my body. I always become very wet when I get sexually excited. I literary squirt.

Of course everyday pads take care of it normally. But when you are with a guy alone and have to undress... Those moments were always embarrassing for me, although sex has always been one of the most desirable pleasures of my live since I discovered if for myself.
There is nothing to hide, I have always loved having sex with men, and I know they go crazy about me. If it has not been for that little peculiarity I would have been the happiest person on earth. But those inhibitions poisoned my life.
In the most 'interesting' situations instead of relaxing and giving way to emotions I had only one worry - how to contrive and wipe myself down there with something. Either with a towel or (if not available) with an edge of a bed sheet, or something. A thought 'What does he think of me now?' nagged me. I thought men would feel kind of disgusted if they had seen it.

It did not get any better when I began living with a guy. I had to be more open with him obviously, but the fact that he had to see it, only made me develop new inhibitions...
Being very sexual and active in bed, I could not overcome that threshold separating pleasure from orgasm I long strived for, I knew it was very near... I knew I had to get rid of those inhibitions, but did not know how.
I tried to talk to him about it carefully, but was not satisfied with his answers. He just did not care: 'So what... that is nothing... What nonsense...' I thought he was saying that not offend me, but in reality he is not very happy with a girl like me. As a result I became unhappy with our relationships in general.

We entertain guests pretty often at home. His buddies and my girlfriend. Often they come when he is not around, and I am home alone (I am between jobs now). So, lately one of his friends took to visiting when us when I was home alone. His goals were very obvious to me from the very beginning.
Honestly speaking I liked his attention. I am a hot girl, he was pushing and horny too... so pretty soon I was allowing him something... But only to a certain point. Below my waist there was a forbidden zone, no matter how hard he tried, besides, my inhibitions guarded me well too.

I was very much excited with our sexual games, that started with heart-to-heart talk and ended up with me half naked with my nipples smothered with kisses, gasping for breath with passion on the verge of orgasm and with his convulsing and throwing out semen cock squeezed in my hand. But that was it, nothing more...
But one day my new friend came as I just got out of the shower with nothing but a robe on my naked body. He must have got very excited by the fact, so he jumped at me without further ado.
He attacked me so passionately, that no matter how I defended myself, soon I was stark naked, pressing my legs tight desperately, so that all my crazy passion and excitement juices that gathered there would not squirt out like a little stream...
But the desire got me weaker and weaker with every minute. So no matter how hard I resisted, he dipped his hand where he wanted to dip it so badly, and having done so, withdrew it straight away soaking wet, looking perplexed...

And... I will never forget the moment... Taking his hand to his face, he slowly and with great pleasure ran it from his forehead to his chin, over his cheeks, his nose, his lips... His face became wet and in his eyes I could see genuine admiration!... Besides he made such a sincere and lustful sound, like 'Aaah' or 'Uuuh' that I ... believed. : - ))
So that gesture and the sound he made all my years-long inhibitions disappear! Suddenly I realized that there was a man who was not disgusted by it, but who really, genuinely enjoyed it.

Maybe there is no need to describe what happened next. : - ))) It defeats any description anyway... I will be short and rough: I fucked him like a shameless and most lascivious slut, and the whole block of flats must be enjoying the sounds of my yells... But I was enjoying it more. : - )). I let go for all my previous life...
What else can I say? That is the way it is now. Although I hoped that I would be able to experience orgasm with my official boyfriend as well. Nothing like that. I still feel myself fully liberated only with HIM...

Masha V.   view profile 

After my first 'love affair' with Uzbek, I thought I was done with sex forever. Luckily it was not so. But my second attempt happened months after. No matter how banal, but my first real lover was my boss at work. 'Boss and secretary' - is there something more of a common place?

I took liking in my new boss immediately. An interesting man of about 40, most girls of my age would think him too old. But I liked him. I liked the way he treated me, almost as his equal, with great sense of humor. I have practically never felt any age difference with him.
I know a lot of girls look at the younger guys only, preferably with big muscles, fashionably dressed and with money. Does not matter what they have in their heads (nothing, most likely), does not matter what they can do in bed (most likely nothing either). They are attracted by a younger body. But one young Uzbek was enough for me.
We took liking in each other with my new boss right from the start. At first it did not go beyond the frameworks of decency, we were just comfortable working together. At first I helped him to get the hang of things. I helped him to prepare a few documents that were appreciated by the top management.
We worked together and enjoyed our success together. He kissed me on the chick several times out of the fullness of the heart, gave me a hug. I liked it! He pleasantly smelled of good cologne. The smell was just great. Sometimes I would deliberately come closer to him, bend over some papers and inhale the smell.
And doing that I enjoy pressing my shoulder or thigh to his side. He would not step aside; sometimes it seemed he even moved closer to me. That made me happy. Seemed we understood each other outside business too.
In general 'office affair' gives a lot of inspiration. Work becomes more interesting, not so boring and tiresome. So, one day when I was standing inclined by his side, I felt his hand gently touched my knee. I pretended I did not notice. Then his hand crawled upward, caressing my inner thigh and stopped when reached my pussy.
I continued mumbling something mechanically, but my body was already weak, like long time ago. Only this hand was much more experienced. With one adroit movement, my panties were pulled aside and his fingers, having opened 'the shell' were studying my entire secret inside anatomy.
Probably, I was supposed to feel embarrassed, but I felt no embarrassment at all. Only pleasure and weakness that made me lean on the desk with both hands. And the growing desire to open myself more and offer myself to those magical hands.
Literary in a few minutes after he started caressing my clit, he brought me to the state of sheer ecstasy. I also remember that I could not get a silly happy smile off my face. I had a feeling that my pussy had been pining for sex and was opening now, keenly absorbing lover's caress. It did not end in orgasm, but was the beginning of my first real love affair.
At the end of the day, we, without arranging it, stayed at work and repeated the procedure, but went further. That time we were facing each other. I was wearing a skirt only, but no panties, and gave myself to his caress completely, when I felt his hand touching my head and pushing it down. Not a word was said, but I understood what he wanted exactly. Did not have a slightest doubt. I gave him an excellent blowjob, although had never done that before in my life.
There was no prejudice or aversion whatsoever. On the contrary, the smell of his sperm, good tobacco and expensive perfume merged in an awfully exciting mix. My smell mixed with it too - because of the wild excitement, I became wet for the first time in my life.
But that was not orgasm yet. I understand now how lucky I was that my lover-boss did not precipitate things. For several days we had nothing but petting and oral sex. That emancipated me, because after the Uzbek story I was really afraid of penetration. But since I was not facing that threat, I was able to fully relax.
As a result, I had my first orgasm when I was sitting in front of my boss at the edge of the desk, and he skillfully masturbated me. And later came penetration. It only added strength to the sensations. But that is a different story.
So, the conclusion is as follows. One mature experienced man, who knows how to please a woma

Polina U.   view profile 

I lost my virginity after we finished school. It was a very natural thing for us, because we had already known each other very well then.

With orgasm it was not that easy. I liked sex, I enjoyed it, but nothing more. I heard of orgasm, but thought it to be an exaggeration - the way it was described in books and depicted in the movies. I cannot even say that our sex was anywhere close to what I experienced on 'the bath day'. My friend wanted me (and still does) all the time, tries to use every opportunity, of which we do not have too many. Last summer we went for a walk in a suburban park. It was very warm, it was the very end of May, to be exact, there were people walking in the park. Not too many, but we passed by somebody now and then. And there he wanted me. I like it when he wants me, I played a bit, teasing him, and that got me excited too. Of course I did not mind secluding ourselves in some cozy corner of the park. Although we had never had sex outdoors before, but for him I was ready for anything!

We found such a corner with a reclined birch tree, and he wanted to undress me completely and remained in his clothes himself, only unzipped his pants. As soon as he undressed me, and made me lie on that tree, I suddenly got that feeling back, intoxicating feeling from my youth. I was naked and helpless, dozens men's eyes could have been watching me from behind the bushes!!! He was dressed (safe) and watched me naked (defenseless)! Again I had that ambiguous feeling - I could be seen, but not necessarily was, that feeling liberated and excited me, frightened and seduced.
I became gasping for breath same as years ago, relaxing sweet languor swept over me, and when He entered me and I felt his powerful thrusts inside me, hot avalanche picked me up and carried away! I started to yell irresistibly at the top of my voice and wriggle, which had never happened to me when we had sex before. Hearing my own scream and understanding that dozens of people would now come running for sure, I fell into a complete frenzy and was out of this world...

My friend got scared shitless. He tried to cover my mouth, afraid that screams would make people gather. He even did not come himself, was trying to save the situation. Picked up my clothes, tried to hide me, naked, in the bushes, tried to take me further away from the place where I started screaming. I could not care less, I was hanging in his hands like a rug doll, and while he dragged me around, I came three more times, at least, but not that strongly.

In general, we were lucky. Nobody caught us, I was eventually able to get dressed and go home. My friend did not understand what had happened, tried asking me questions. He even did not understand that I had an orgasm, he thought I just got crazy because of wine (we had drank a bit before). I did not tell him about the baths in Pioneers' camp.
I think I should. Because I did not have any orgasms since, and this is all I dream about... I understand that I need 'special' conditions. It is true when they say that everything is determined in childhood...
But how can explain it to him?... Will he be able to guess himself?..

Natasha B.   view profile 

My first orgasm. In fact, about 80% of my friends when hearing the word 'orgasm' make big eyes and say something like: 'Well it takes a lot of efforts' or something like: 'You know, I just enjoy the caress and get real pleasure when the man comes'. I want everybody to know that a woman can reach orgasm and there is no need to play games and yell 'I am coming!' in bed when you do not really feel anything special.

I must tell you that I had my first orgasm only about half a year ago. Before, I had been living with a guy for two years. Sex with him lasted 15 minutes, no more, and was always in a missionary position.
I liked it when he fell on top of me with all his weight and started moving his cock inside me. The feeling was nice and cool, most of all I probably enjoyed the weight of his body on me, and that something was opening me up, entering me and moving inside. After 5 minutes of frictions my partner would come successfully and inquire: 'Have you come?' I would sincerely answer yes.
I was able to compare the sensations and finally realize that I had never had orgasm in 2 years of having sex with my ex, only with my new partner - the one we are in love with each other now. I would like to hope that we will stay together and have a long and happy life. I understood there were no 'one size fits all' advice.
Each woman should study her body - many can get only a clitoral orgasm, but with some (like myself) clitoris is not much of a deal, but I can experience incredibly strong vaginal orgasm.
What is it like? Each time it is different. The strongest one is when you hear that very BOOM-MMMMM in your head, that pours all over your body, and that 'boom' is usually preceded with 2-3 waves that sometimes slowly, sometimes faster come to your head from vagina. First time I had orgasm in that very missionary position. My Beloved Man did his best: movements of his cock inside me were fast and powerful, and that very warmth reached my head, and then there was BOOM (do not know if there is a proper scientific term for that 'boom'), do not know what to call it. But, I think many will understand me.
My face was all burning with spasmodic smile on it. I did not even realize what had happened. After we finished, my partner said to me: 'That was orgasm, Natashenka...' I stared at him as if confronted with a new phenomenon in my life. After that I had different orgasms, in different positions, with different intensity of the 'boom'.
One I will never forget: it happened on 14th of February. St. Valentine, having seen our love decided to grant us with that orgasm on his day. I had already had two orgasms, different in strength and decided to try a new position: when I am on top, but with my back to him, not facing him. I assumed that position to please him, since I had come twice that evening already.
Just started moving on top of him, but forward and back, not up and down, and doing that I felt with my each and every cell how his cock was rubbing against the walls of my vagina. After three minutes of that friction, orgasm started to rise from beneath throughout my whole body, and it was so-o-o-o strong, my arms started to fly around on their own!!! That was a staggering orgasm, it lasted for about 4 minutes, no more, but you cannot imagine how I felt! It was definitely like touching something divine!
My partner saw everything in my eyes, I could not say a word, the shock was so strong. This is incredible what a woman and a man can do in bed! I will never forget that day.
After that I was not able to reach an orgasm of that intensity, there have been others, less strong, but I understand that we have to continue working on it, loving each other more, so that God allows us to feel this more often. Think I should write a book someday on the nature of female orgasm. But in the meanwhile I would like to share some ideas:
1. To reach orgasm, you have to love your man very much, and wish to give yourself to him completely, without fearing of getting pregnant. If there is a slightest fear - you brain will be distracted by it.
2. You have to forget all your worries completely. If you think that somebody may enter the room, or of something else, those thoughts will block your brain.
3. I understand the importance of contraception, but there are safe days and pharmatex - I am positive that orgasm can be easier reached without a condom. But that depends. My man for example does

Tanya S   view profile 

First orgasm... It had an unexpected effect on me - I became faithful. Faithful to one man only. Despite the fact I started sex life at an early age, I never had orgasm - just pleasure.

Maybe because it was sex without love, purely physiological way to get that pleasure. I 'fell' with everybody I liked, but I did not love them. Or maybe because sex in our village always meant just copulation, without any big city pretentious novelties like blowjob, cunnilingus, masturbation. All that came together when I came to Moscow and joined the college.
Basically immediately, at my first year, I fell in love - recklessly and unconditionally. With a post-graduate student who conducted our group seminars. I was so much in love that I was alone for the whole year, had not even thought of 'falling down' with somebody - just so that he would not think bad about me. And that despite the fact that there was nothing between us then and could not be anything possibly - he was so inaccessible for me (besides he was married). Even when I came home for vacations, I did not go out with my ex countryside boyfriends - I wanted to stay 'clean' for him .
After the first year I went to the students constructing camp, where he went as a team-leader too... I made sure I was in his team. I was not counting on anything, I just wanted to be near him. And all of a sudden he began to notice me himself. I still have no idea what he saw in me - a regular 'countryside girl'. He says he cannot explain either - just fell in love. One way or another, but soon his place in the canteen was right by my side, he did not go with the guys for a cigarette break, but would come to see me... At night he would come to me, to the girls' room to invite me for a walk...
To say I was happy - would be to say nothing. I just prayed for the days to go slower, so that that camp never ended. I did not even think of sex with him - I thought to offer him to 'fall down' would mean to fall down in his eyes (sorry for the pun).
Everything developed like in a beautiful love novel and I did not feel like spoiling it. Night walks, conversations, first kisses, his hands on my breasts, touching them like a sacred place for the first time... And that was different, probably more sexual and exciting than whole of my vast previous experience.
I gave him all the initiative completely, allowing him to approach the finale step by step at the pace he chose himself. But my feelings became stronger and more acute every day, like never before in my life. I wanted sex badly, but sex only with him, and something different from I had known before. I was anticipating something special. A love like that could not possibly end up with a banal 'falling down'.
And so, once, walking in the outskirts of the village we came across a little shack (now I know that we did not actually come across, but I was deliberately led there). The light was on inside, but it did not look inhabited, looked more like a bathhouse. That what it turned out to be - a bathhouse. So, why would not two people, slightly chilled at a cool August night, just get inside the bathhouse? And we went in.
Inside it was light, dry, clean, and well heated (later I learned that it all cost him a bottle of vodka to the owner). My friend suggested we took a steam bath. Of course it looked pretty wild - to take a bath into somebody's bathhouse. But I agreed without thinking - I trusted him completely. Had he suggested we fly to the moon, I would have only asked when the spaceship was ready. Besides... I had long since waited for it. Just did not know when and how it was going to happen.
We took our clothes off and for the first time my own nakedness, and the nakedness of my partner made me dizzy with excitement. We went to the steam closet first, I saw that he was very excited, it was difficult for him to control himself, his penis would swell, then go down again. We went back to the dressing room then; I sat on the bench exhausted, all covered with drops of water.
He came close to me, kneeled in front of me and began to kiss my lips, breasts, whole of me, licking off the drops of water. He was on his knees in front of me, my knees were in the way. His movem