I lost my virginity pretty late actually, 20 years old, to a guy I wasn't exclusive with. We had fooled around for a bit before that, and...gravity said I lose it, so I did (when I say I fell on him...and it happened...its' what I mean. I slipped.) I was more alright with it than he was. He knew I was a virgin and wanted my first time to be special (as...2 in the afternoon with a guy you only met 2 months prior, is not that special.) I had to talk him into letting us continue...and I enjoyed myself heaps! I don't regret a thing! I was old enough to deal with the consequences and the risks, and in a place where I was OK with it happening. Also, I got a fantastic story out of the deal, which makes people laugh...and I love making people smile, even if it's at my own expense (read: this isn't my expense, but I will engage in self depreciating humor as a rule.)
But, My rules and thoughts on sex have never been profound. Sex can be a huge intimate experience, or it can...not. Losing my virginity was a trust thing more than a love thing, and I accept that. In fact, a few days before I actually did it, I had a conversation with my friend asking why the first time having sex had to be so profound. WHY did it have to involve candles and love, and all of it? Society amps up "firsts" a lot, first baby, first birthday, first time driving, first time with anything. We make it special, but usually it's special for other people. Iv'e never been comfortable with any of my 'firsts', they're usually done with people I don't like, don't trust, and often, terrifying. Why did first time have to be any different? I laughed before, during, and after my first time, it was perfect in the fact that it was imperfect, and probably flawed by most people's assessments. But it's important to me that it was done so simply, no one made a big deal about it. It just happened, and frankly, I can't think about it without smirking to myself.
I imagined a 1 year boyfriend who I was gonna spend a lot of time with, who I loved immensely an
d trusted. I imagined flowers, music, candles, the fantasy that girls make up. Soft sensual, powerful. And cuddling.
The reality was nothing more than bad balance, two kids who think they're cool (but not.), laughter, and fun. I think I won out on that deal.
I have never had sex, but I enjoy the little things in being physically intimate with someone (desperate grabbing, hair pulling, etc.) and I feel like it would be okay as long as I cared about the person. I'm in no rush to lose it, and feel like I would regret it if I lost it too soon, but also feel like I don't have a real standard. Sometimes I want to wait for marriage and other times I would have no problem losing my virginity. I think it's a personal choice, really.
And I never really thought about how it would happen. But I would want it to be somewhere comfortable.
...timid bamp? This is one of my favorite ning threads ever and I don't want to see it die.
Needs more awkward sharing of personal information!
Lost it Saturday night.
Just so I could post on this thread. You're welcome.
>Met a guy on 4chan
>He picks me up at about 3:30 AM
>Fingers me on the highway
>Get a room at Motel 6
>Stuff happens, there is pain
>Chat a while in bed
>He drives me home
>I may or may not see him again
And I have pics of him, but they're NSFW.