Kira R.   view profile 

Sounds silly, maybe not worth talking about. But that is the way it was. I fell in love with my physics professor at school, soon after I had first sex ? a man 20 years older than myself. He was married and I became his mistress soon.

It was not easy for us to find a place to be together, so we did not have sex very often. We loved each other a lot, to the point that we did not care of anybody or anything else, and if we had a slightest chance to have sex, we had it, no matter what!.

My friend often compared us to Bill Clinton and Monica Lewinsky. Same age difference, same obstacles we had to overcome to have sex, and there was something similar in our appearance too, I think. Sometimes, just for fun, we would play a scene or two ?from Bill and Monica?s life? ? oral sex, you know what I mean.
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Once he invited me to the staff room after classes ? there was nobody there already. We locked ourselves in the room, but still it was a very risky thing to do ? somebody could come back anytime!

There were hot hugs, kisses, he began to undress me, but would not take any of his clothes off! When he undressed me, he made me sit on a chair in a lotus position and began kissing my breasts, massaging my clit with his fingers at the same time. He then stepped aside so that I was sitting in a lotus position right opposite the entrance door. Anybody who walked in would see me in this position!

But the thought that any second I could hear somebody?s key clicking in the lock, whipped up my excitement even more! In the meanwhile my friend set on a chair nearby and asked with a playful smile on his face: ?So, let?s play Bill and Monica, shell we?? Having said that, he took out a real big cigar. With its smoother end he began caressing me between my lips, touching my clit and penetrating vagina at times. Doing that he was kissing my breasts and all that was happening right opposite the entrance door! I closed my eyes and clutched at the seat, overwhelmed with avalanche of emotions!

Probably the unusualness of the situation caused it (it was hardly the cigar itself), but in a few minutes I had an orgasm. My friend was surprised and excited himself, he did not expect such an effect on me! He kissed me tenderly while I was resting after the orgasm. Then, when I came back to my senses, my lover made passionate love to me in the same position and on the same chair! I began having orgasms since, but I will surely never forget my first one.
I can say now that I know the secret of Bill Clinton!

Dianna L.   view profile 

First real orgasm? Depends on what you mean exactly. Banal shiver above knees is pretty standard stuff, I get it after a second kiss on the neck. But sky in diamonds? Took me a while, do not want to specify how many men? I met that guy about half a year ago, Ares. Strange name, maybe a nickname, who cares...

It was in Nostalgia bar getting drunk on cheap cognac, people seemed to float by in a bluish cigarette smoke. Cold and objective observer each of us has inside had already reminded me more than once that it was time to hit the road, I was going to get myself into trouble. Having told my second ego to get lost I ordered another shot.
- I love this pussy! ? said a voice above my ear, - Come dance with me, baby.
A strong hand pulled me up. I raised my head to see a big guy with muddy eyes. I was not really that drunk to give myself to such an ape.
- Lay off, asshole, - my standard response in such a case. Maybe not the best one.
- You slut! ? he pulled at my sleeve. I could not keep my balance and fell on the floor.
- Let go of her, - all I was able to see from below was a pair of good shoes of pretty big size.
To my surprise, there was not much of a response from the drunk asshole. He somehow lost his courage and just mumbled:
- I?well? sort of?
- Get lost, - the voice was calm and imperturbable. Then its owner bent over and gave me a hand, - get up, beauty, let?s get out of here.
My savior turned out to be a young man in his 30s, wearing a long coat and a hat.
?A cross of a cowboy and musketeer? ? I said to myself. I am not sure, but I thought I noticed a gun in his other hand as he slipped it into his pocket. You cannot beat such an argument, can you?
Outside in the cold air I began to sober up quickly. We walked half a kilometer to my house, the brandy I drank gave me a nasty taste in my mouth. We stopped at the tobacconist?s, I got me a pack of Marlboro lights.
- So, what was a girl like you doing in that joint? ? he asked me pensively, - there are plenty of decent places around. I myself was looking for a friend there. But you?
- Getting pissed, - I growled out, wrapping myself up in a jacket: it was freezing, - broke up with my boyfriend, a rare asshole? Sorry, I do not think I should be imposing that on you.
- Go on, - he shrugged his shoulder, - I do not really care, but you might need to share.
I was carried away. I told a complete stranger about every piece of crap I had to deal with in the last two months.
It happened naturally that I let him in. In an hour and a half, when my word flow went dry, I sobbed quietly and dried my eyes.
- Well, I grew weak and limp? Sorry, that is embarrassing.
He lifted himself from the armchair, noiselessly.
- Do you have coffee? I?ll make some.
I nodded my head towards the kitchen door.
- On the table there. Coffee and the machine.

Janna R.   view profile 

I had my first orgasm about a year ago. I have been through several romantic relationships already. It happened so that all the relationships I had were serious relationships in full sense of the word ? long courting, goodbyes on the porch, confessions of love, long way before the bed?

Men have always treated me with care and respect, maybe because I am so slim and fragile. Maybe because it has been them seeking my favor, and once they gained it, they were afraid of loosing it.
When we ended up in bed eventually, they were very tender and gentle with me, as if afraid to break a crystal vase. Probably, because our relationships had developed in exalted way, they were afraid to seem ?vulgar? or ?animal-like? in bed. I enjoyed sex, but never showed much initiative myself. Although, I tried a lot out of curiosity, like different positions and oral sex.
Once there appeared a new young man among my acquaintances. I did not like him from the very beginning. He was handsome, but too self-centered. What irritated me in him most was his condescending attitude towards other people, as if he was the one who knew the absolute truth, while everyone else was not aware of the simplest things.

However, he was not deprived of intelligence, and quite often I had to admit that his cynical and caustic remarks were in fact pretty much to the point. As for women, he treated them as if they all had been lying at his feet, and he just did not bother to move a finger?
We fought from the very beginning, often our arguments turned out pretty bitter. I tried not to give in and often got involved in a squabble with him, no matter what the subject was. Gradually, I grew to liking our arguments. He was interesting to be with. His thoughts were always rather original, and he was an interesting company. I learned a lot from him.
Having stayed late at some friends? place, we often continued our conversations on the way home. And ? damn it! ? it always happened to be me who saw him home, trying to prove my point hotly on the way. For the first time in my life I was seeing somebody home myself!
Nevertheless (strange as it may seem) I was becoming more interested in him as in a man. Once I literally invited myself to a cup of coffee at his place so that we could continue our argument. We had coffee, talked? I was getting ready to leave, on my way out.

Jenia L.   view profile 

I had my really first really outstanding sex a couple of weeks ago. That cold day we were having a party in a small caf? in a semi-cellar, where there was hardly enough room for all of us. Those who could not find a place inside, went for a smoke outside and stayed there for long time talking. Obviously they talked about computers, what else could programmers talk about having access to plenty of beer and eager to show their intelligence and rudimentary brains to girls?

- To the beautiful sex! ? clicking of glasses, noise and cheers. Third drink to love, as usual, the weaker ones began seeking girls? acquaintance.
Having no inclination to make some new drunk friends I flew upstairs and had a cigarette by the entrance. Long Sashka from my class was French kissing a girl I did not know. Seemed they had just met. Three guys wearing ties were pouring vodka into glasses on the stairway ? I had seen them before, but had not had the privilege of their acquaintance.
There were about 20 people all together, shouting discussing something computer-related, telling jokes, dirty ones, of course. Life was in full swing, vodka was catching up with it.
I puffed at my cig for the last time, and was about to go back down, planning to dance some more, when guys began greeting somebody in a chorus:
- Mishka, hi, Mishka, how you?re doing?
A big guy, about 25, was crossing the street in a rapid confident gait wearing a coat that was unbuttoned, revealing a bright orange tie on his broad chest.
The guy shook hands with some of the guys at the entrance, kissed a few girls on the cheek and passed by me. A wave of strong cologne smell hit me on the nose, ticking my nostrils tartly.
The guy gave me a look as we were going down simultaneously. His eyes dwelled on me a bit longer than they were supposed to. I gave him my coldest aloof look ? he seemed too cock-sure to me. He left me behind then offered me a hand, as if automatically.
The stairs were rather steep indeed, I leaned on his hand that felt horny, rough and cold. Ok, now he is going to attempt to start a conversation, playing his biceps and exhibiting total absence of any abilities to put a couple of coherent words together.
But, spitting into the depth of my pride, the guy, having reached the bottom of the stairs, let go of my hand, open the door for me, let me go first and flew inside the café like a heavy fireball, making his way through the dancing crowd to the bar.
I was anticipating him to start conversation so much that just stood there with my mouth open and my head turned at the most interesting angle to him. When I realized that nothing was going to happen, he was already away from me, shaking hands and tapping shoulders.
Then friends span me in wild shaman-like dance and I almost forgot him, he was out of my sight absorbed by a company of other guys at the far table. By their unshaved look and glasses one could easily tell that all of them were programmers. I saw him laughing, jerking up his head, and telling something, explaining to the guys.
Party went on, the dance floor was packed, no place at the tables either, new people were coming.
Somebody collected money, went to get more vodka for the tenth time, there were beer puddles on the tables, and no room left for empty bottles, they were just being pushed aside.
Music drowned in shouts, a company was singing in the corner, tables were pushed together gradually. Sashka, the guy from my class came back from outside, invited me to dance. His girl danced with another guy, leaning against him indecently.
Then I danced with some attractive looking guy wearing spectacles, then a blond guy of basketball height. I was new to that kind of gatherings and saw most people for the first time.

Margarita F.   view profile 

I had my first orgasm even before I lost my virginity, playing sexual games with my boyfriend. We lived in a two room flat then already. My room was adjacent to parents?, you could only enter mine having passed through theirs.

My boyfriend would come to see me and do home task together. That was an excuse to be honest. Mother and Andrei did not bother us or interfere in any way. But there was no lock on the door to my room and mother would pop in once in a while to offer us some tea. Those were the circumstances we had to love each other in.:) But that did not stop us.

Doing sums was naturally combined with most intimate games. Hands roamed, interweaved, crawled under the blouse, under the skirt, inside pants. We were obsessed with each other and I felt ready to do anything for my beloved one. So, in time, we got as far as oral sex.
And I got my first orgasm the first time I went down on him. It all must have clicked together. The fact that I saw my lover?s naked cock for the first time, before I knew it only to the touch, (and second time I saw a man?s cock in my life, after Andrei?s). The fact that I could really do something good to my lover (I saw how sensitively he reacted to my touch).

But most exciting thing was having parents behind the door, and hearing their voices. I just cannot imagine mother?s reaction if she?d seen me with cock in mouth. I knew that I got past the stage of childish pranks. And that feeling of ?point of no return? made me feel even closer to my boyfriend ? because all that was for him only!
Besides, working my lips and hands on him, I got in such a sweet sexual pace that ?came? even before my partner did. That was a kind of purely psychological orgasm ? without even touching my genitals. And that was how it stayed in my memory, not just because it was my first one. Never in my life have I had such an orgasm again.

Later I learned the big difference between physical and psychological orgasms. The physical one I would describe as ?powerful? or ?shattering?. But that one, my first one, was different ? rather ?sweet?, ?gentle? and ?piercingly sensuous?. I wish I could experience that again.

Olga Kh.   view profile 

I have not been lucky in love. First sex did not impress me the way I was hoping it would. Sexual games with Sasha made me experience much more acute sensations. Or, maybe, I just have not really fallen in love yet? The man I thought I loved left me?

At the age of 23 I thought my intimate life was pretty much a mess, and I did not expect anything special of it any more. And suddenly I experienced an orgasm? absolutely unexpectedly?
It was one of the ?active search and turbulence? periods in my life, I was trying to find a steady partner? but was not really happy with any of the guys I was seeing then, so I was about to quit looking and take it easy. I had one of those: ?Screw it ? I will stay alone, live a life of a free bird, just take things as they come, and enjoy my freedom? feeling.
And it gave me a certain feeling of emancipation, I felt like experimenting in sex (just for my own sake). So one summer day an idea came to my mind to go out in the street wearing no panties (but, obviously, a skirt).

And again, like many years ago I felt the warm breeze touching my body in the tenderest way, the acute sensation of being naked and defenseless? Something unusual woke up in me, it seemed to me as if everyone around knew that I was naked under the skirt? And it was so exciting?
That sensation made me press my thighs tighter together as I walk ? and that gave me a surprisingly pleasant rubbing sensation down there? My gait must have been rather strange, because the men I met on my way stared at me with all eyes and that boosted my sensations even further.
Suddenly the feeling intensified sharply and overwhelmed me, like a huge wave. It was something so unusual and strong, that I could hardly walk, had to slow down and stop soon, because? bolts of lightning exploded in my brains, and the lower belly was seized by a sweet cramps? Clutching at the corner of some brick building I just stood doubled up with rapture?
A babushka came up to help: ?What?s the matter, girl? Are you alright?? All I could utter through clenched teeth was: ? Yeh? I? am fine?? :)

Natalie R.   view profile 

I would like to tell you about one episode. Could be useful for somebody. First months after we got married we indulged in love games with my husband big time. We practiced a lot of different sex ? Kama Sutra was put to rest, but I did not have any orgasms. Instead I had a feeling that there must have been something more to it, more than just the pleasant sensations I felt.

So one day I was sitting there, waiting for my husband ? ruminating and fantasizing what else could I invent to try in bed. And decided to surprise my husband ? to shave. I shaved my pubis and all perineum very clean.
I liked it myself. I set, stroking absolutely smooth skin with my fingers and it felt surprisingly sweet. Without hair the skin turned out to be extraordinary sensitive. Something similar to what I had in childhood, only then I tried to suppress that feeling, because they were ?improper?. But then I set and enjoyed it.

Even more was I surprised with my husband?s reaction. When he saw me like that he began to quiver with excitement. And his ?fever? passed over to me. When we got down to business, I felt everything ten times more acutely than before. A lions share of that sensation was not coming from the inside, but from outside, coming from smooth and very sensitive skin being rubbed by my husband?s pubis. Plus, the crazy activity of my husband, unusual even for such a stud as he is. And ? orgasm. And not even one ? several of them.
After that I prefer to be cleanly shaved. The only inconvenience is when you let the hair grow a bit it becomes prickly and the sensation becomes no good at all. But having to shave often does not bother me. No big deal. Men shave everyday, don?t they? Everyone has his own hygiene to take care of. :-)

Mary D.   view profile 

I cannot say that my first orgasm happened under some special circumstances. It just came naturally as I began to have regular sex life.
I happened with my first man. We lived together and have sex regularly, every night at first, later, maybe not every night, but often enough.

At first sex for me was just one of the necessary elements of living with a guy. I did not have any special craving for sex at first, it was my boyfriend who needed it more. There were even times when I was not aroused enough, and it all happened in ?dry mode? ? and that was not very pleasant either.
But gradually things changed. We developed some kind of erotic hints, games, touches ? and I really began to feel myself more liberated sexually, and more sensuous.
One day I realized that I began to actively seek sex with him myself, I really got the hang of it. We tried a lot of things in bed and each time I liked it better and better.

Quite often my boyfriend made love to me more than once during one night ? two or even three times a night was not a very rare occasion. And I noticed that I got a very special sensation during the first time, when I felt that he was so hot with desire for me.
It even looked differently: his cock was hard, very tight and resilient, with its head swollen with tension and pressure. The scrotum was tense too, all ?pulled up?. In a word ? a predator, aggressor, wolf ? you name it. :)
I was always looking forward to the night to come, because the first wild seconds of sex I liked much better than the subsequent sex we had after the damping pause.
I wanted that first sex to last as long as possible, I felt something growing inside me, but, unfortunately, it all ended too soon.
Good thing, I was not shy and told my boyfriend about my feelings and asked him to prolong the sweetest first time. At first he did not understand what was wrong with the second of third times that lasted for 30-40 minutes sometime. But then he gave in to my persuasions and began to endure, even gritting his teeth, poor guy. :)

But that became a real revelation for me, because almost immediately, as soon as I was able stay in that state for a little bit longer, I got an orgasm. And my boyfriend understood and appreciated it. Probably he was even happier than me. It seemed he missed my orgasm to feel himself a real man.
After that we had a clear division: the first time was mine (no matter what, give it to me :) The rest was all his, do whatever you want to me ? I am all at your power). We were both happy with that.

Paula F.   view profile 

I never had orgasms with my first man. As I understand now he was far from ?a giant? in bed, but managed to bring me to a certain degree of sexual arousal, no more than that. Quite often after a single time he fell asleep, leaving me alone with my horniness.

So sometimes in those situations I had to help myself finish the job.
Once we went to Duny resort place, not far from the city. We were alone, just the two of us and of course we had sex every night.
Although he failed to satisfy me entirely I began to enjoy it more and more every night. My arousal somehow accumulated and I became more and more ?sexually anxious? each day, but could not discharge myself. Pretty soon, sex was all I was thinking of, haunted by fantasies day and night. That story with the artist came to my mind a lot.
One of those nights, my boyfriend fell asleep as usual and left me all hot and horny after sex, suffering from sleeplessness along with erotic fantasies.
I got up and having put a robe on my naked body, went onto the balcony ? to cool down. It was a warm July night that got me even hornier. Despite the late hour a lot of neighbors appeared to be not asleep. Men and women smoked, talked softly, laughed. I smelled the cigarette smell and heard their voices that seemed to be coming literary from a distance of a starched out hand.

I stood deep at the balcony, close to the wall of the building, the forest blackened in front of me. Quiet men?s voices nearby beckoned and excited me. And I felt like trying it? I untied the belt and opened my robe and just stood there feeling the excitement grow. Then I shrugged my shoulders and the silk fabric slid to my feet.
Incredible sensation! I stood naked, open to the sight of an invisible observer in the forest, just like the woman in the picture. The men neighbors could not see me, but their voices nearby created the illusion of their presence.
Suddenly, I was overcome by sweet heat, which grew every second. I was short of breath. All of a sudden multicolor lights began dancing in front of my eyes, like in a kaleidoscope, and I must have past out for a moment. I was able to breathe out only in about a minute or two.
That was basically it. It was not a smashing orgasm, I do not think it was obvious from outside. I did not yell, or cry out, or moan. But it gave me the longed for satisfaction and discharge.
Later I repeated it at home (we have a balcony at home too) to the same effect. Then I learned to achieve really strong sensations combining it with masturbation. But with my then boyfriend ? nothing :((. We parted very soon anyway.

Oxana T.   view profile 

My first orgasm I had at a body art session. I was at the third year of the university and led a rather frivolous life.

By that time there had been several men in my life - once I dated four at a time - but, honestly speaking, with none of them sex gave me real pleasure ? enough to want to stay with him only. Most often I just accepted guys courting, without promising anybody anything.
At that time I had two admirers whom I had not slept with yet, they accompanied me everywhere, competing for my attention. At times I liked that, at times it pissed me off (do not know why).
Probably because I knew that I did not really need any of them, but the one I might need just did not happen to be around. I was not really happy with my life at that period. Probably that was why I did wild things at times, got in extreme situations all the time, I did not care about guys? feelings at all. If they wanted to be with me, they were to accept me the way I was. I had to have my way regardless.
At one party I met a guy who introduced himself as body art artist. We started talking about the subject, and the conversation evoked everybody?s interest. I was interested too, very curious, asked him all kind of questions. He suggested we go to his studio and see some of his works (on photo, of course:)).

In spite of my friends protesting, (they were clearly jealous :)), I stated firmly that I was going to see works and those who did not want to go might as well stay. Of course they went.
The artist had a full portfolio of his works ? of color printouts. All girls were naked, but it was not nudity that stroke me the most, but their fantastic, unearthly beauty. An ordinary female body looked like a work of art indeed!
I was so much impressed and got really excited, that I demanded the artist demonstrated his art right there and then ? on me! Both of my companions protested vehemently and tried to talk me out of it, but I was inflexible. The painter only smirked.
Eventually I insisted on having it my way, went to the bathroom, took off my clothes and walked out stark naked. I understood very well how that made my admirers feel. Each of them dreamt of seeing me naked, but under different circumstances. :) On one hand they could not take their eyes off me, on the other must have felt humiliated, because I was not doing that for any of them ? they had nothing to do with it.
The artist took his time examining me, as if thinking something over, asked me to take different positions, some were very seductive (the guys were going crazy in silence). But he behaved as if they were non-existent, as if we were alone with him. Then he mixed paints and proceeded with his work.