Eva G.   view profile 

I got married at 17. My husband ?put an eye on me? early (he was a friend of my parents?). He is 15 years older than me, a businessman, and has been very successful financially lately.

He did not make a secret out of his plans concerning my future, but was not trying hard to court me either. All negotiations were done through my parents and they were very happy to get such son-in-law like him.
I myself just did not care much. I had no ?special feelings? to any of the boys of my age and was a kind of flattered that such a ?cool? and respected person has certain plans concerning myself.

We got married immediately after my high school exams, my husband took care of all the formalities as far as my being under age was concerned. The wedding was just splendid, I felt myself like a queen. At that moment I thought I was incredibly lucky, that my future life was going to be all bestrewed with roses. I looked at Sergey with gentle admiration, and he glared with joy too.
But already at the first night I felt that it was not going to be all roses at all. My husband knew I was a virgin and that circumstance was of great importance to him. I seemed to be the first virgin in his life and he said he would like to start his life with me over ?from a new page?.

He said his rich sexual experience would open the real joys of sex for me, and he would make our first night unforgettable for me.
But that was very different from what I expected! When we entered the bedroom, he began pulling out all kinds of different gadgets, which purpose was a mystery to me. I was expecting passionate kisses, caresses, gentle words, confessions of love ? everything I dreamt of, watching movies and reading books.

Instead he began undressing me in a haste. I saw his impatience and excitement and did not understand what was causing it. He took out several jars and started rubbing different lotions into my body. Sprayed something on by nipples and between my legs. Then took his gadgets, turned them on, they started to buzz, and began working on me with all those vibrator, asking me every minute if I felt good.
That was pleasant, but I was expecting different things. That artificial arousal was depressing and embarrassing for me. There was something unnatural in it. Sergey was excited beyond any reason, his eyes were those of an absolute nut? like the cat?s in Tom and Jerry cartoon.

After working on me for about an hour, he finally entered me and made me a woman. There was no pain at all; he sprayed some anesthetics between my legs. But that experience did not leave any emotions either, rather perplexity ? was that what they call the sacrament of love?
Later I understood that my husband was a real maniac. Except work there was a second only interest in his life ? sex. Or, rather, sex the scientific way, to be more exact.
He was buying tons of all kinds of gadgets, vibrators, lubricants and other crap from Moscow sex shops. He was eager to test all that stuff on me with the one and only noble goal ? to please me. For a while I obeyed him dutifully in all those experiments, even began to reach orgasm pretty soon with the help of the gadgets.

But I never felt grateful to him for that. Even orgasms seemed unnatural and mechanic to me. Soon I felt nothing but aversion to sex in general.
I could not help thinking that he did not see me as a human being, nothing more than a rubber doll from a sex joint, only alive. Maybe the thing was that there had been no love from the very beginning between us. Or maybe it was the age difference and totally different life interests.

So, to cut the long story, despite all those orgasms I began dreaming of a lover, or of love, to be exact. And when you want something bad enough, it always happens, does not it? : - ) I met a guy at the University. He is not the most attractive guy as far as appearance is concerned, but he is very sensitive and understanding, someone you can share everything on earth with? Before I used to judge men by their looks and success in life, now the most precious for me are emotional sensitivity and sincere empathy.

We were friends at first, then our friendship developed into love? True love, so strong that I gave myself to him completely, without any second thought. Now I cannot imagine my life without him, although I never had an orgasm with him. He is not a very experienced lover, but that is not important. It is enough for me to just lie by his side, feel the warmth of his body, see his love to me, and love myself ? sincerely and tenderly.
As for compulsory orgasms with my husband? Oh, God, who needs them? I wish I never had them at all? So, I feel no pricks of conscience about my infidelity. Rather ? satisfaction.

Stella S.   view profile 

There was a girl in the neighborhood, everybody kind of looked down at, called her a ?wanker?. Girls said she was telling others how she rubbed herself down there and enjoyed it. That was not considered a nice thing to do.

I have not heard those stories from her myself, but heard many other. She lived in a single room with her mother and father-in-law and witnessed some real sex scenes. Besides, she had access to a VCR and a few ?interesting? cassettes. That is why I listened to her stories all ears and holding my breath.
Actually I treated her better than others because we lived in the same block of flats and our mothers were friends. She was a frequent guest at my place and we played together. I stopped by at hers not too often ? there was not much room for two girls in a single-room flat with her mother and father-in-law around. You could say we were friends.
We were not discussing her habits, she did not share, I thought it indecent to ask. However I asked her a lot of questions about the intimate sides of life. Her answers excited me, I wanted to see everything with my own eyes. She promised to show me one of the ?forbidden? tapes. So one day we settled down by the TV. Larissa lay on the sofa, I set in the armchair.
I do not remember what the film was called, but it was not hardcore porn, just a soft erotic film with a few quite candid scenes (like Emmanuelle). The plot developed fast enough, so that in about 15 minutes my face was burning and I was puffing slightly short of breath. The film impressed me a lot. For the first time I saw it in detail.
I remember I behaved like an idiot because of excitement and confusion: laughed out loud, made stupid remarks. Form time to time I would throw a glance at Larissa, but she was calm. Just lay back screwing her eyes, watching the film attentively. I could tell she was excited too, but differently, more seriously maybe. If my reaction was a kind of hysterical, she seemed deep in herself. There was an aloof expression on her face, as if she was living everything that took place on the screen inside herself. The only signs of her excitement were her biting on her lip from time to time and stroking her own leg nervously.
But pretty soon I shut up too overwhelmed with excitement that became nearly physical pressure. I felt sweet and embarrassing heaviness in the low belly, I became uncomfortable in my seat, felt a restless urge to move. Scene after scene turned me on more and more. Larisa, on the contrary, became more animated, only her animation was not very natural. She was inching on her leg with her fingers and clenching her fists.
From time to time she would comment what was going on the screen in a nervous and jerky voice. ?Now watch this? she said at the beginning of another scene. It was a beautiful, long and very detailed copulation episode where partners changed positions a lot. There was a certain rhythm in it that was backed up with a fiery, exciting music.
In a few minutes I became aware that I was also sitting like Larissa, holding my breath and biting on my lip. My friend?s eyes were glued to the screen, her face petrified. When the scene was over, she shook her head and muttered through clenched teeth decisively: ?Let me do something.? Put the VCR on pause and went to the bathroom.

She was back in a minute, started the video and rewound it to the beginning of the episode. When she settled on the sofa, I noticed she had no tights on anymore. The scene was running second time and I was looking at Larisa stealthily. I was not surprised when I saw her hand slipped under her skirt.
First, I was aware of her reputation and was expecting something like this. Secondly, I understood her perfectly ? I was burning myself down there and felt my own hand reaching out for the same spot on its own. Now I was not really following the action on the screen, rather looked sideways on my friend. To be more exact, at the bulge under her skirt where her hand was.
That was the only place where something was going on. Larisa lay motionless in a tense position, not taking her screwed up eyes from the screen, only the fabric of her skirt was moving briskly in one spot, reflecting the intense action of her hand.
I could not hold any longer and my hand crawled under my skirt too, squeezing hard what was burning and itching between my legs. At that time a new episode started on the screen, it was woman masturbation scene. All her secret places were widely exposed. I was shifting my gaze from the screen to Larisa. She seemed to be repeating everything after the girl on the screen. I had an impression that they were working in a single rhythm and feeling the same.
Larisa?s body was shaking and twitching at the same moments as the girl?s, moans on the screen were accompanied by Larisa?s strange whistling sighs. She was already paying no attention to me, her skirt was pulled up, I saw her naked legs, the flashing of her fingers in her most intimate place, through which I saw the dark hairs of her pubis and her pulled out, resilient pussy lip.
Now I am trying to recall everything and arrange in the order of events, but I cannot describe the emotions that overwhelmed me then. That ?twin scene? turned me on to the level beyond myself. I did not feel any embarrassment either because of my own caressing myself, or of what I saw on the screen and on the sofa. Compulsively, I plucked at what was in my hand inside my panties, but mostly just pressed there, squeezing in the bonfire that was breaking out from inside me.
In the meanwhile the scene reached the climax. Larisa?s skirt was not covering anything anymore. Her left hand was under her butt, and was working from beneath so strongly, that her entire body arched upwards, fingers dancing between her widely spread legs. Her eyes were closed, mouth half-open. Suddenly something threw her upwards several times and then she became soft. Then, without opening her eyes and not saying a word, she turned to face the back of the sofa and squirmed on her side to fetus position, pulling her knees to her chin and straightening her skirt with her hand.
About ten minutes passed, she would not move. I felt awkward and left for home. Wildly excited and absolutely staggered and shocked. What I saw haunted me all day and at night ?I let myself go? for the first time, recalling and trying everything I saw earlier.
That was how I became ?a wanker? too, and have never felt sorry about it by the way. We had something else with Larisa later. And not only with her. You can call me bisexual now, moreover, I think I like girls better. No doubt, that these preferences are a result of my first sexual experience.

Stella S.   view profile 

Loss of virginity? Well it was not an impressive event at all. Rather, I did it out of curiosity. I already had a lot of experience with girls, wanted to try a guy, just to compare.

And basically, the issue just ?came to a head?, only it ?burst? rather unexpectedly. We were seeing our friend off to the army. At the end of the party it was only him, me and my new girlfriend. The guy knew about my relationships with the girl, and, to give him credit, was not prejudiced against it.
Moreover, maudlin with the vodka drunk, he started complaining about his life to us, as if we were some sexless creatures. He said, we were lucky, we loved each other, but he was leaving for the army being a virgin. And he was now sure to stay that way for two more years. We were pretty drunk too. And were also virgins, in the medical sense of the word? And the guy was leaving for two years ? disappearing into nowhere. No strings, relations or troubles?
Same thoughts must have come to our heads simultaneously. We exchanged a few glances with my girlfriend and went to the kitchen for a smoke. ?So, what do you think?? she asked giggling. I shrugged my shoulders: ?Why not?? So when we were back to the room, we set on both sides of our friend and began to ?console? him actively.
We led in that game; he was no more than a toy in our hands. Soon he was kissed all over, stark naked and we were picking at and exploring his intimate parts with all our hands with great interest. He appreciated the chance he got, and did not resist, just begged jokingly: ?Oh, girls, please, don?t? But was really enjoying it to the fullest himself.
Soon we undressed too. Not allowing him to touch us, threw out a little lesbian show for him, that made him jump to the ceiling with joy. Well, and then we took turns sitting down on his stuck out pecker.
Basically, the experiment was more fun than erotic (it did not leave any negative memories either, we were pretty much excited too, nevertheless). It was more like a rite of defloration with a phallus of a god of fertility, like the ancient tribes had. Only that ?little god? was a good friend of ours.

Suzie K.   view profile 

My first desire of sex was mostly caused by the peer pressure, desire to be as my friends were. I remained practically the only virgin, leaving aside a few ugly classmates.

That was at my last year at school and knew a lot already. I took great interest in computer and Internet, hung out in sex chats, read a lot of stories. I had even seen a real sexual act live, just in two meters from me, performed by two of my friends and their boyfriends.
That was everything they talked about, my friends did not even want to think of anything else, despite the coming entrance exams to colleges. My best friend had been sleeping with her boyfriend for two years already, and we started drifting apart ? different interests we had were beginning to tell. That was when I started wishing I had a boyfriend too to have sex with.
I did everything that was in fashion: I smoked, drank, used filthy words, laughed at dirty jokes and told them myself (by the way, I still like spicy jokes best). And at last I found myself a boyfriend (an old friend of mine, we had met some time before). I returned to his old company then.
He invited me to his place once (he was living at his brother?s). I eagerly accepted his invitation and went to his place for a weekend. Nothing happened at that time; we just lay together, watched TV and kissed. I understood then that even a rough guy can be tender and caring.

On my way home I was already thinking of how to make him invite me again. When he called me the next day, I did not recognize myself. I, a timid and bashful girl with a lot of inhibitions, began seducing him, asking to be invited, speaking of Champaign and pineapples?
I was probably too pushy because he also invited my friend with her boyfriend (must have been scared of me or something, I do not know). We bought vodka, lemonade, something to chew and went. I was doing awful things there. When we were sitting at the table, he was sitting opposite me, I stuck my leg between his? He got drunk (no wonder ? mixing vodka and Champaign that was originally bought for me) ? and we went to separate rooms.
Judging by the sound coming from the adjacent room, my friend and her boyfriend got down to business. I also began pushing the guy ? hugged him, stroked, kissed, but he was passing out anyway, and none of his organs worked.
I was upset because I decided to loose my virginity that day and had been silly enough to warn him that I was a virgin and needed to be handled with care and tenderness. What tenderness? He just could not make it, no matter how hard I tried. We just lay watching TV. Then his friends showed up, brought more wine with them, we got at the table again?

We got really drunk, I do not remember how we ended up on a sofa in a dark room. I was on top of him, kissing him in frenzy, then got under his shirt, took it off completely and continued kissing his body. Then got into his pants, took out his ?friend? and began caressing and kissing it. I have read a lot about blowjob, and tried to apply all my knowledge into practice. I tried, but he would not come, no matter how hard I tried?
He would not talk to me that night, would not even kiss me until the next day?
I tried to sleep with him several times after that, but he did not believe I was a virgin and would not sleep with me? Or, maybe, the way I acted made him think I was a whore? Sometimes I think he was just afraid of being my first guy. Soon he went to the army and came back from there already married (to a daughter of the head of the garrison) with a baby.
While he was in the army, the word spread out, that I slept with him many times and sucked his cock. That rumor poisoned my life at the time pretty much.
Those unsuccessful adventures made me throw silly thoughts about boys out of my head and get ready to join the University.
One more thing ? regardless of all, I do love giving blowjob very much.

Suzie K.   view profile 

I met a guy at the school prom. He and 3 of his friends, older guys went to see me and other girls home. I was drunk and happy. I even did not know his name, we were just sitting close to each other, kissing, he was hugging me and stroking my breasts.

I was excited beyond reason, he was telling me wonderful words and, comparing me to his ex-girlfriend, admired my breasts (which I am not really fond of myself ? consider them too small). When I and other girls eventually got home in the morning, I did not even think of leaving my phone number, only said to myself: ?how I wish my future boyfriend was like him?. But the next day he called me, having found my phone number some unthinkable way.
We started seeing each other and in a few days were already caressing and stroking each other everywhere. He was very educated as far as sex went, and we liked talking about it. I confessed upfront that I was a virgin, and we were discussing the best way to get rid of that drawback in the easiest and least painful way. He wanted to kiss my pussy very much and I allowed him to, and was very happy about it.
Then he left the city for a short while and when he was back I was already a University student and had practical work before the studies began.
I had always wanted to kiss his cock, and once, being a bit tipsy, I did it. He liked it a lot. Strange, but regardless of my little experience I managed very well. In a couple of weeks we decided it was time we had had real sex.

We both worried a lot. We bought a pack of condoms, but they turned out to be of little use (as soon as he tried to put a condom on, it did not work). I began stroking him, he pulled me towards him. I settled on top of him and began to rub my pussy against his cock, and them lost control for a second and set on it accidentally. I shrieked in surprise, jumped off him quickly and lay by his side. That was what my ?first time? was like. He kissed me for a long time after and spoke gentle words to me. There was no blood, we joked about it later.
Despite the fact that I was hesitating for so long, I was very happy I did it. We repeated our experiment in a couple of days, it was much cooler already.
I have the best memories about it. We still see each other often and do care for each other. We have tried all possible kinds of sex together and try to diversify all the time to relieve the monotony of life.
The funniest thing was, as it turned out later, that I was his first girl too; he had not had anybody before. So all the discoveries we were making together.

Kira R.   view profile 

A real storm of emotions in my soul was caused by a condom when I got one for the first time. Just one of them, wrapped in thin plastic.

I found it on the stairs in the apartment building where I lived. On the wrapper it said ?Preservative? [Russian for ?condom?]. I knew pretty well about its purpose from my friends. And how to use it as well.

But it was different from stories. In my hands I had the first thing in my life that had something to do with sex. The real thing ? that was the difference. Looking at it I was able to picture another ?thing? clearly, the one that was supposed to go inside according to the doctor Condom?s plot.

It was easy to figure out its length and diameter. Considering the flexibility of rubber, the size was pretty impressive? Having locked myself in the bathroom, I studied the thing scrupulously. Unfolded it, filled it up with water. It looked like a soft sausage with a little stick-out thing on its tip (it was only later that I became aware of the purpose of that tip thing, at that time I just attributed it to peculiarities of male anatomy: )) ).

Honestly, I could not help fitting this sausage to myself? And I did? Put it against the proper spot and held it in place with my thighs. And immediately, some kind of he emerged in my imagination. Then something ?stroke me through? all of a sudden? Filled with warm water, that thing fluttered between my legs as if alive and tickled gently something?

When I pressed my legs together, the tip of it would hardened and stick out more, trying to get deeper inside me between my lips? My imagination was running wild, images flashing in my head? It was a pity that I had to flush it down the toilet afterwards ? it would be impossible to keep such a thing (I realized that perfectly well).
Cannot say if it influenced my sexuality or not. Most likely I just remembered the occasion because it was my first truly sexual experience. But I do not like using condoms in accordance with their primary purpose at all. : ).

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!

Katia D.   view profile 

It began at the dance classes I attended. We wore swimsuits with nothing underneath, and had classes in a big hall, in the evenings. There were no dressing room there at all, we had to change either right there in the hall, or in a little closet adjacent to the girls? room. I was new and hanged around with one group of girls then with another.

One day the head of the class asked me to stay after class for a few minutes to show me the step I could not do properly, so I went to change to the rest room afterwards, did not want to stay alone in the hall. I was surprised to see four girls were still there and stark naked. I mean they were a kind of changing clothes, but were doing it very slowly, as if reluctant. They would put something on, then take it off (as if they had put it inside out), walked to the restroom and back into the closet. They seemed to be unhappy to see me there, looked at me coldly. I felt the situation was kind of tense. I took the swimsuit off and was naked too. I feel impolite to put my clothes on and leave at once, so I began a polite conversation about the class, our teacher. The girls had to respond, so I felt a bit more relaxed.

Suddenly I noticed some kind of movement in the opposite wall. I was surprised and came close to see. I saw something I had never noticed before ? there were holes in the wooden wall, drilled with a penknife! There was same kind of closet behind that wall, only it was in a men?s room, and somebody was watching us from there! I grew all cold immediately, went back to the bench and began to dress up. And all the time I was dressing up I kind of felt greedy inquisitive eyes on me. Other girls were looking at me derisively. They were in no hurry.

I was not able to sleep for long time that night. Against my will I felt something very exciting in that situation, something scary and alluring at the same time. At the next class, I came up to one of the girls after the class and confided what I had seen to her. Her reaction was a kind of calm, something like ?You do not have to, if you do not want to?. Do not know why (maybe to prove something) I went with them that time again. At first I thought it was a kind of a contest ? who can stay naked under the gaze of the strangers longer. I was willing to do a lot to prove to those girls that I (a newcomer) was not inferior to them.

But the situation itself began to excite me more and more. Especially when I heard sighs and whispering behind the wall, sometimes something like a quiet ?Oh?, saw eyes gleaming in the holes. I myself became short of breath, felt that ?twisting? feeling in my low belly I never felt before. I decided to go all the way and see what it would come to.
In about 15 more minutes, the most ?competent? girl Ira, stood up and began putting her clothes on, we followed. But having dressed, girls did not go out, but went to that very wall and stuck to it. I had a hole for me too. I saw three guys from ship model hobby group. They stood with their pants down, showing their ?tools?. Not just showing, they ?played? with them, for us to see. They showed us everything. I looked, turning away in shame then clinging back to the hole greedily.

It also lasted about 15 minutes, but in those 15 minutes I felt so much! I understood the meaning of what was going on. There must have been a kind of an unspoken treaty between the girls and those guys. Barter, as they would call it. I show you mine, you show me yours. That got me so excited that I became a regular participant.
Fantasies were spinning round in my head all the time, I learned to masturbate, fantasizing, imagining what I would do with the guys, if we?d lay naked together. It all lasted for about 4 months, until summer vacations. That wall sex became the purport of my life. When we were back from vacation, the toilet was fixed, there was a brick wall. That was how it all ended. But that influenced me a lot. I found out what sex was, and realized that I want it.

Nadya U.   view profile 

It happened next summer, after we left school and went camping. We adore role plays based on old legends. When we came to the place, we split in groups. It all depended on the plot we had chosen. We agreed with one guy to stay together and to be a Knight and his Faithful Sword-Bearer. He was older than me and I liked him a lot. Apparently I was the Sword-Bearer. :)

So we took off on a journey to the certain place where we were supposed to meet with others. The road took us several days, we shared a tent at night and ate what we had and what we managed to get. The journey was tough, but courageous and stern Knight steadily led us to our destination, overcoming all obstacles. My admiration with the Knight grow every hour.:)) Eventually on the last day of the journey we stopped on the bank of the most beautiful lake in the woods. We decided to bathe and wash our things there before meeting with others.
Apparently, knights are not prone to inhibitions, so we went swimming naked. That was the first time I saw a naked man. And he was gorgeous. When he came out of the water, beautiful as a young god, I was dumbfounded with joy and happiness ? to the point of tears. I needed to express my admiration so much! I ran over to him, fell to my knees in front of him, wrapped my arms around and started covering his body with kisses. Doing that I hit his ? you know what several times, because this thing was right at my face level.:)

But I was not embarrassed at all. He aroused immediately, and although my eyes were half-closed, I felt his hot penis touching my face aiming to rub against my lips, and the Knight himself was panting heavily and shaking all over. I did not have a moment of hesitation, I knew for sure what I must do and was willing to do it.
I had heard from my friends a lot about oral sex, and had a good picture of the techniques. That was considered a pretty normal thing among my friends ? the best way for a girl to please her boyfriend. And was to do it for the first time. I was very proud of my debut and did everything right. :) Moreover, I can say I enjoyed it. I enjoyed the sensation of my power over him at those moments, feeling his desire and quiver, the spasm of his orgasm.

Alena S.   view profile 

I still cannot figure out how could that possibly had happened. I just started dating a guy for real. True love and all, first declarations of love? Hugs, kisses and romance every day? Things were inevitably heading towards first sex. Although I was afraid of it big time, but it all had already been decided ? we were just looking for a place, looking forward to the big occasion?

And then I fucked my step father, neither more or less. Just out of the blue. And, actually, it was me who initiated it. Well, I kind of liked him generally speaking ? he was a handsome guy, interesting, treated me well. I was attracted to him, but it was an innocent attraction, I never imagined having sex with him.
So here I came after a date with by boyfriend, all exited, bursting with happiness. I was just overwhelmed with happiness, needed to spill it all out?well, I came up to my step father from behind, he was sitting in an armchair; I hugged him, my breasts pressed hard against the back of his head? And suddenly felt so horny!

Something possessed me, I moved over to his lap, started pulling at him, fondling, then kissed him on his lips. Worth mentioning I was wearing only bra and panties from the very beginning, he had only his shorts on too ? it was very hot. To cut the long story short, in half an hour we found each other in each other?s arms on the rug on the floor. It all happed so easy and simple. I almost did not feel any pain ? my partner turned out to be really good at it ? I can appreciate it now.
It was much worse later when we finally managed to seclude ourselves with my boyfriend. It had been an hour of torture for both of us before he was finally able to find his way inside me. I am scared at a thought how much worse it would have been if had been a virgin above all?
Now when I think of it, it seems like at that time I had some kind of a powerful basic female instinct taking control of me ? to find an experienced male for the first mating. That was probably the reason I did not feel sorry much of what had happened ? as if I could not believe it happened. But as for shame or repugnance ? I did not feel any.