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

Anechka D.   view profile 

Words

What to call it? I want something special. Just for the two of us. Cock, dick, rod? It won?t do.

A banana?

Tanya said that was what they call it with her husband. No, I want something of my own.

The matter was solved on its own.

He said: ?Give me your girl?. And everything fell into place. Now he says: ?My boy misses your girl?. And everything is clear.

One more. What to call what we do? ?Making love?? Everybody says so, apparently.

Then what?

?To take? or ?give myself to?. This would be too bookish. ?Would you mind taking me?? ?Give yourself to me?. Very funny.

Another extreme would be ?to fuck?. This is awful, I hate this word. Is ?copulate? much better then?

And again Sasha said once: ?Let?s play?. And I understood. It does not matter what you say, what matters is how. He could have said: ?Let?s jump?. And everything would have been clear anyway.

So, we ? play.

I like it. I like our games.

What would you call the end of the game? They say ?he came?, ?she came?. It probably applies to me well. I came. For himself he said differently. And I liked it better. I felt shamefully-sweet about the word. A little bit vulgar, maybe. He moaned in my ear: ?Anechka, ?ya spuskayu? (I am letting it out)?. And having plunged deep inside me, started moving differently ? in small, spasmodic thrusts, and I understood his word at once. He was letting it out in me. The low sounds he was making doing that, illustrated what he felt pretty well.

What should I call his parents? Supposedly I should call my mother-in-law ?mother? and father in law ?daddy?. But I cannot make myself call them so. I have my mother and daddy already.

I talked to Sasha about it. He seemed to have no problems with it. He was easily able to call my father ?dad?. And my mother even simpler ? ?ma?. Must be ok for a man, but I cannot call his parents so.

I decided to call them by their first name and patronymic. Tried it, mother-in-law seemed not to like it.

It worries me that she does not talk to me much. She must not like me. I swindled her son into loving me. Presumed guilty.

Like in a joke: ?Who spoiled the air??

?Daughter-in-law?

?But she is not here!?

?Well her coat is over there!?

Anechka D.   view profile 

Doubts.

My Sashenka is an Apollo. He is very hot. I am afraid that I am too cold for him. This morning, I felt he took me into his arms while I was still asleep. I opened my eyes, he was looking at me, his eyes shining, started stroking, caressing me.

Pressed his body against mine, I feel his boy, wow, how big we are. Next thing he is inside me, how can I describe his movements, his penetration, strong and tender, daring and deep? And what comes up in me in response to his passion, in response to his shameless caress. How can I describe all that?

I feel I can burst in tears because of my love to him. I love him, I love him, I love him.

And the sweet languor afterwards, when I could hardly catch my breath. We whisper for a while afterwards, then fall asleep. Usually he falls asleep first, then me. Although, sometimes it is the other way around.

When he is already asleep, I raise myself on an elbow and look at him for some time. What our life will be? Will we have children? Probably they will look like Sasha, my husband. As intelligent and persistent as he is. I feel like kissing him. And I kiss him gently.

Sometimes he wakes up, stares at me in surprise and takes me in his arms. ?Enough, enough? - I laugh, but he does not listen.

And we play one more time.

It was funny two days ago. I woke up, because I saw a dream that somebody was having me. Just somebody, do not know who it was. So, I opened my eyes and felt that I was being had indeed, very gently and carefully. I almost screamed out loud, but then, luckily, I figured out that my husband, balancing on the elbows, almost not touching me, entered my girl with his clever boy and was pushing it back and forth. And I felt good, I laughed.

I grabbed his back, pulled him to me, spread my legs wider, allowing his wonderful tool to go deeper inside me. Oh it was so good!

After we had a little rest I asked him why he did so. He laughed, he said he read a Hindu treatise that said: ?On the seventh night take her while she is asleep?.

It is amazing how harmonious human physiology is. Everything is just ideal. The movements we make, our caresses, sounds we make unintentionally.

We came together that time.

To tell the truth, for the first time I came at our wedding night. Or to be precise the very first time I brought myself to orgasm alone. At the ninth year at school. My friend told me she was doing it all the time and I felt good.

She explained everything in details to me.

I started doing it too after that, but I was worried that I was doing something shameful and embarrassing. But I must admit that saved me from falling. Now I need not worry about it anymore.

I love my husband. I love my husband.

At the highest point my heart beats so fast, that I am afraid it is going to break out of my chest. Our hearts beat in unison. What can be dearer?

Anechka D.   view profile 

New experience.

New sensations. We lay down after lunch, just to have some rest and my Sasha began to take interest in me. We kissed and caressed each other, I lay on my back and my legs spread, giving way to him.

Then he said: ?Get on top? I think I even blushed a little at his words. Of course I had seen it in the movies, but felt a little bit embarrassed anyway. A little confused. He lay on his back and pulled me over. I mounted him like a horse. He began stroking my breasts. I bent forward a bit; he raised his head and began kissing my nipples. Then he started to move wanting to enter me. Then he said; ?Put it in yourself? My face must have blushed, because he said: ?Come on, put it in, do not be shy?. I reached my hand down, between our hot bodies and came upon his little boy. What a boy it was. How come there is enough room in me for him! Cannot understand. It is so long and thick. And very hard. I pointed him inside me; Sasha was lying still, not moving. I thought he would thrust his boy inside me. But no. He was waiting for me. And I began putting myself down on him.

I did not expect that! It appeared that in this position his boy can reach much deeper inside me, than when Sasha is on top. And Sasha felt it too. He moaned in a constrained voice, when I set on him fully.

?What?? ? I asked quietly.

?I have touched your bottom.? ? he whispered and bit my lips with a kiss.

That was very true what he said. I felt the same. Exactly ? my bottom. Then he took my buttocks in his hands and started moving me up and down. That was a very unusual sensation. I was on the giving side. I began moving myself, he only holding me.

?Come on, play, play, my darling? ? he moaned.

What a miracle it is to be with the one you love!

I did not expect that. One night when we were already caressing each other and I was ready to take his boy inside me, he said?

At first I thought I misheard. He said: ?Kiss me down here.? At first I did not understand, but he took my hand and put it on his boy and repeated: ?Kiss him?. I withdrew my hand. Kiss there?

?No? ? I said.

?Why?? ? he asked.

?I can?t?

We lay in silence. I did not know what to do. My hand was resting on his big, hot and hard organ. My thoughts were all confused. No, I could not kiss him there. Is not it enough to kiss on the lips, on his chest? Why would I want to kiss him down there?

?Then let me kiss your girl? ? he whispered suddenly.

?No, why?? ? I pressed my legs together.

?You?re strange? ? said Sasha.

Then he got off the bed and walked to the window. I set down. He drew the curtains back. Dim evening city light filled the room. I saw his silhouette against the window. He looked out into the street. I stood up quietly and came up to him.

?Don?t be mad at me? ? I whispered and pressed my body against his bare back.

?No, not at all? ? he answered.

?You know, I am just not ready yet?.

?I understand. But I want to kiss you. Everywhere.?

?Well, give me time. Please. I am not used to it?.

?Ok, ok. I understand.?

Periods.

My periods came.

Sasha took me into his arms, I felt his desire, and whispered to him, that we could not. He looked at me attentively. I felt a bit embarrassed.

Anechka D.   view profile 

Intimate.

Probably it does not look very pretty from the esthetic point. I was having a bath and he came in to rub my back. He indeed rubbed it at first, then began to stroke me. Then his hand reached down and he started touching me like he did when we were not married yet. Then he took off his clothes and got into the tub with me. His boy was sticking out upwards.

Then he stood up behind me and said: ?Get up, please.? I got up. He said: ?Bend over my love.? And helped me to bend over. And he was behind me.

I bent over, he took me by the sides, below my waist and started pointing his boy inside me. Then he entered me with a moan. Then started to move.

It was especially sweet that time. I came yelling at the top of my voice and he came right after me. He was ?letting out? longer than usual this time for some reason. Literary filled me up. Those whitish little streams kept running down my thighs. I was hardly able to stand on my feet. My whole body was shaking.

The next day we went to see Tanya, when we got back, I hardly managed to take my shoes off, when Sasha started pressing his body against mine, just like yesterday in the bathroom, right in the hallway. We even did not undress. He just lifted my dress over my back, pulled my panties down, and asked me to bend over in a coarse voice. He was in a little hurry, so he ?let out? sooner than I came. But he understood it and in a little while when I was sitting by the TV, came up to me, set on the rug by my side, took hold of my knees and pulled me down to the floor. I set on top of him. It was so good!

We have lived together for a month. What words we said to each other most often. Probably ?I love you?. In all kind of variations.

We are inventing names.

He started calling me ?Kisa? (Pussycat). ?Kiska?. Sounds ok, but I like my real name better. Anya, Anechka, Anyuta, does it sound bad? Told him about that. He hemmed. Said ?ok?, but I felt he wanted to call me his way.

Well, basically, I do call him ?Kotik? (Little tomcat) myself. It is ok with him.

On October, 1 we are moving to his parents. How I wish we had our own place to live!

Anechka D.   view profile 

Sensations.

Of all the new sensations I experienced in the last month one of the strongest is that more and more often I can feel now how he discharges in me. I feel the very climax of our love. That very moment when his sperm shoots inside me. The semen of my beloved man. My husband. This will make me pregnant some day.

What is it like, this feeling? It is not true what they write about in love stories. There are no ?tight and hot jets?. What is there? I thought a lot about it. The moment when my lover ?let it out? in me. The thing is, the moment itself can easily be determined by apparent signs. How he, my Sasha, shudders, moans. But I am talking of different things. Of what I feel in my pussy. So, what I feel? I think I found the right word.

I feel a gentle push of his semen. One, another one, and one more. The first one is the strongest. But, when I say ?strong? ? it is all relative. It is barely felt, others are even weaker. And no ?stormy streams?.

Other thing is that the sacred liquid somehow does not stay in me and pours out on my thighs. On the bed sheet. There is a lot of it ? sperm. More than I can take inside.

Another incredibly acute sensation is a feeling of the naked body. Totally naked. When it, the body of my beloved, a little bit cool at first, the very first moments of our embrace, I swear ? the rapture gives me creeps.

Me, to tell the truth, a little shy of my naked body, though I know, my body is not worth than any other woman?s of my age. Yet, I am shy. Sasha laughs at me, he always has to overcome my resistance to undress me. I resist rather playfully, though.

The first days at his parents? most of all I feared that they heard the noise when we played. I compressed my lips not to moan. Also, it turned out that our bad creaks awfully. The very first night Sasha took my hand and pulled me down to the floor. On the rug. At first I was under him. And in half an hour ? he was under me.

The next day we did it sitting on a chair. Sasha was sitting and I was on his lap. But he did not ?let it out? for some reason. Then he made me lean against the table and pressed himself against my body from behind. And finished it with just a few thrusts.

Anechka D.   view profile 

Jealousy.

I am jealous. Why was he late from work?

I saw some of his colleagues from work at our wedding, they came to congratulate us. There were a couple of young girls, they looked pretty enough. I tried to find out unobtrusively how he got alone with the opposite sex at work, he turned it into a joke. I do not like it.

I hate it when he is late from work.

I am jealous to his past.

He confessed he had been close with two women. First time in high school. Who was she, his first love? He would not tell. He says they only had it twice with her. Not sure I believe it.

Second time at the college. And they also parted soon.

Trying to convince myself that I am not jealous. As a result ? I become even more jealous.

I recall how he wanted me to kiss him? well? down there. Does it mean somebody had done so to him before and he must have liked it?

I am even jealous even of Tanya a little bit. I feel he finds talking to her interesting. They do not leave me out of their conversations of course, but I feel I am not up to their level. I am short of something. No, not the intelligence, but something inborn, maybe just sense of humor.

I would like Sasha be attracted to me not just sexually. Told him that, he laughed, said I was exaggerating, that I interest him in every respect. ?You, sweetheart, are just great in every respect!? But I burst into tears, I thought he was mocking at me.

We made up soon. In bed.

Two days ago we did it outdoors. Sasha said: ?Let?s go for a walk in the woods?, and whispered ?Bring the plaid along?. My heard missed a bit as if he was inviting me out to a secret date. As if we were not husband and wife. As if it was for the first time.

Beautiful autumn forest. We did not go deep into it. Endless sand shore. Pine trees and the noise of the wind blowing in their tops. We found a good spot quickly, so that we could not be seen from anywhere. Spread out our rug. I was a little afraid that somebody could pass by, when we were?

Then I noticed that the feeling of danger, the possibility of being caught gives a totally new acute sensation. Usual words. ?Do you love me?? ?I do?. He looks around to make sure there is nobody around. I am so tense that it is even hard for him to penetrate. ?Come on girl, come on, now, now? ? he whispers in a fervent voice.

I spread my legs thinking what if somebody watches us and sees me in such a position? Sasha kisses me continuously, and caresses me with his fingers down there, I close my eyes trying to forget about my worries and feel how he finally made his way inside me, he moans, I take him in, he is mine, mine, mine.

Amazing, but I take off unexpectedly soon, convulsions strike me, I scream, I feel so good, I want him, my husband, my man, my male to know that I on the top of my climax, I want him to reach me there, I want his semen inside me, I am just a female, an animal, come inside me, let it out inside me, my lover, I am dying for your semen, I am short of breath, I love you, see what you have done to me, I am yelling with passion, give it to me, give it, give it, give it, I am dying of love to you, shoot inside me? I love you!

And what a rapture when I hear his animal roar, his movements become different, I know what it means, my body quivers and unexpectedly for myself I bit him on the shoulder, I feel the sacrament inside me, I take his semen in, he is letting it our inside me, yes, more, more, yes my love, give it to me, give it to me. Oh! Oh! Oh God! Oh God! O-o-o-o-h!

And that is it?

I do not exist no more.

There is no Anechka.

?Anya, are you crying? Anechka!?

Where am I? I have no strength to open my eyes. He asked something? Well, yes, it seems to be true, tears are running down from my eyes. I recall reading somewhere that orgasm can be so strong that it makes a woman sob. Have I reached that stage?

Trying to open my eyes. Cannot. Feel he dries my face with a handkerchief. ?Are you alright, Anechka?? ? he sounds worried.

?I came so strongly? ? I whisper back. He kisses me.

Something falls on my arm. I open my eyes. First thing I see is a squirrel just a meter above us on a tree brunch, watching us with interest, trying to figure out what we have been doing. Probably dropped a little piece of a cone on my arm.

?I know what we will call our daughter? ? I whisper with dry lips.

?What?? ? Sasha asks.

?Bella? (sounds similar to Russian ?squirrel?) ? I say

?Why??

?Lie down beside me and you will see?.

?What if we have a boy?? ? he askes

?No, we will have a girl.? ? I say confidently. ? Bella. Belochka. (Squirrel)

Anechka D.   view profile 

Sincerity.

I had strength in me to tell him I do not feel like doing it today. I was tired. He understood. But seemed to be upset. That awful city transport wore me out.

Routine.

The everyday routine became obvious. When we lived at Sasha?s brother, my young husband helped me in any way. But after we moved to his parents he stopped doing so. I think he does it, because he does not want his mother to see that he is doing so called ?women?s work? Like washing dishes, floors. Even to give me a hand doing it. After the meal, everybody would just stand up and go, and I stay in the kitchen like a Cinderella. I want to talk to him about it.

But he was the first to talk to me, and it was about different thing. Do not know how to say?

The thing is that there have been several times already when I come before he does, and if before he was able to come immediately after, on those last occasions it took him a while. He understood that and said to me:

?Anechka, you can help me to catch up with you.?

I help him? How?

?When you feel that you are about to come yourself, touch my balls. Only gently. Just stroke them. Let me show you how?.

He took my hand, pulled it downward, and showed me where I was supposed to touch. I did not say anything, not knowing what to say. Because I understood, that was what those ex-girlfriends of his did. Otherwise, how would he know? Second thing, I though I should go to the library and read something on the subject. I am so ignorant.

That very night when I was coming I heard him moaning plaintively ?touch me, touch me? I did and were amazed by the result. Swear to God, it was like pulling out a cork from a Champaign bottle. He began to come immediately, moaning and crying out loud.

How come I did not know anything about it? Tanya did not tell me anything, did not she have that weapon in her arsenal?

Parents must have been disturbed by our yells. Mother-in-law gave me that look of hers the morning after. I felt like saying: ?Mummy, I have learned how to really please your son?.

How I wish we had a place of our own.

Zhenia M.   view profile 

It all started with an immense interest, I guess, it was just eating me alive, from head to toes. To tell the truth, I have always dreamt of being a grownup and tried to look older than my age, my schoolmates. I must say, I succeeded in most cases, if not in the way I looked then in the way I acted.

Virginity ? the notion is still a mystery to me. I must have lost mine masturbating when I tried to insert a deodorant into my vagina. There was a drop of blood then. Then, that very summer I fell in love with a guy who was 4 years older than myself and he began talking me into sex. I was afraid, kept saying the mother might learn about it, but I wanted him badly at the same time, lust almost giving me cramps in my jaws. Yes, even then I felt my flesh pulsating and pouring out moisture.

So, what is there to say ? I gave up myself to him eventually, and he kind of deflowered me (or I deflowered myself to be more precise). Funny? You may ask how? Just like this ? he wanted me to sit on him. As soon as he entered me with his monster just a tiny bit (his was big and thick one), I just threw myself on him, just jumped on top with all my weight and stupid strength? Saying ?he rubbed my tonsils? certainly would not be out of place here. So that was how the whole thing happened?
And yes, I must add a little about that first time of mine ? it, the so called ?sex? did not give me any pleasure, not a tiny bit (I would have been better off working with my hand, or paying a visit to the shower). But he asked me to give him head for the road ? and that was where I discovered a gift in me. And later on, things just scudded along? Men ?flew like water? as I was gathering experience.

Oxana Yu.   view profile 

It was autumn. Mother was at work, I stayed in to meet a guest. That day my uncle, mother?s brother, was coming to see us. I even was allowed to stay off school to meet him. At last I hear a door bell. I see a huge, handsome, full of life man in the doorway ? my uncle. We have not seen each other for about eight years.

He does not have an easy life ? he divorced his wife and has not found anybody yet. Mostly because of his job ? he is always at the sea, sailing around the world. I am a little shy at first, although he is my uncle, he is basically a stranger to me. We have no men at home, for many years we have lived alone with my mother.
Uncle smiles and gives me a hug casually. ?Wow, look at you ? he speaks in a deep voice ? let us?? ? his strongest arms turn me around and he grabs my breasts. I have no time to say a word and both of my breasts are already in his huge hands. He squeezes them tightly, but gently and says ?I?ll be damned!..? I blush and break away. Uncle laughs happily.
I am not offended, rather flattered (although I pretend to be mad). I like this man, he is not a stranger, he is my uncle? We open his bags. They are full of gifts and souvenirs. So many interesting things!
He needs to take a shower. I hear water pouring for long time, as my uncle splashes in the tub noisily. In a while I hear him calling me. I come up to the door. It is ajar. Hear his voice: ?Rub my back, please, would you?? It is said so confidently, that I cannot refuse. Maybe that is the way it is supposed to be between relatives? I step in. Huge naked man is sitting with his back towards me. Awful? I am so embarrassed? My face is all red. But why am I so excited? I soap a wisp of bast, rub his back. My hands touch his naked body. I am touching a naked man! Awful, awful?

In the evening mother comes home. We have dinner together, listen to the uncles stories. How much has he seen! Go to bed at night. I am with my mother in her room, uncle in mine. Falling asleep I think of him. Nobody can see how I smile in the dark?
Back from school the next day. Uncle is at home. Lunch is ready we sit at the table together. He is telling his stories again. Especially interesting ones this time. ?You are a big girl, you can hear to this?.
About different peoples? customs. That in Thailand girls massage men with their breasts. About some African tribes where men go around naked only wearing special covers on their penises. About India where they prepare girls for future sexual life very young.
Or there is another custom at some places: when a girl reaches curtain age she undergoes a defloration rite, and is taught all the secrets of sex for several weeks afterwards. So that once she gets married, she can please her husband right away and their family life is harmonic from the very start. And so that her husband is not associated with pain and blood of defloration.