Who did you lose your virginity to?
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A horrible mistake that lasted ten years.
My first sexual experience was a striptease.
That's all that I have to say about that.
That's all that I have to say about that.
Sounds like "Friends".
She does pop back into my life from time to time, which is kind of like reruns...
Forgot to mention that I married him.
Nobody, and I'm not terribly interested in changing that. If it happens, more than likely it will be with my current girlfriend, I guess. But I seem to have a way lower sex drive than most people and I don't really like physical contact all that much. So... *shrugs*
My first sexual experience was a striptease.
That's all that I have to say about that.
Technically, I think that makes it no longer a tease.
Yer mom.
Still waiting for that special someone.
Liar liar, pants on fire!
Don't worry, you'll find someone special someday too.
I don't know, is there anyone special enough for him?
To a trekkie.
What?
What?
24. my ex and only girlfriend. the relationship lasted 3 weeks and we did it in week 2. she only wanted me for my body...
she was 18. and i REALLY wish i hadn't a)dated her, b) screwed her and c)met her.
stilll, at least i'm not going to wind up a 40-year-old virgin.
hopefully #2 will be better.
she was 18. and i REALLY wish i hadn't a)dated her, b) screwed her and c)met her.
stilll, at least i'm not going to wind up a 40-year-old virgin.
hopefully #2 will be better.
Freshman year of college. I was 18, she was 25.
The way I see it, sex is sex when it's right there in the phraseology.
Oral sex = sex.
Hand job = close, but not sex.
It was October, 1988. I was fifteen years old and camping in Yosemite. I didn't go there looking to find love, and nature was my only passion, but love found me nonetheless.
When we first met I didn't know what to think; I mean, that hair, those strange clothes, and the fact that my companion was so much older than I was. We went climbing, built a campfire, and sang songs. It was a magical experience even before we shared each other's bodies.
Finally that night, my lover came to be with me in my tent. I was so young, so nervous, that I asked my lover to be gentle. It was as if the two of us became one, and we shared a level of intimacy that was unheard of to me before and even to this day.
After that my first love instructor left the tent. It was getting late, and he had to get back to filming before the crew returned to Los Angeles in the evening. As he walked away I begged "Bill, please, you can't leave me like this after taking me to the Final Frontier!" Alas, our love was fleeting, like a toupée in the wind.
When we first met I didn't know what to think; I mean, that hair, those strange clothes, and the fact that my companion was so much older than I was. We went climbing, built a campfire, and sang songs. It was a magical experience even before we shared each other's bodies.
Finally that night, my lover came to be with me in my tent. I was so young, so nervous, that I asked my lover to be gentle. It was as if the two of us became one, and we shared a level of intimacy that was unheard of to me before and even to this day.
After that my first love instructor left the tent. It was getting late, and he had to get back to filming before the crew returned to Los Angeles in the evening. As he walked away I begged "Bill, please, you can't leave me like this after taking me to the Final Frontier!" Alas, our love was fleeting, like a toupée in the wind.
Slightly more serious answer...
She was working through college on my grandpa's farm; I was thirsting for knowledge and she had a car. I was caught somewhere between a man and a child, and one restless summer we found love growing wild. On the banks of a river on a well beaten path, it's funny how those memories last. Like strawberry wine when you're seventeen.
She was working through college on my grandpa's farm; I was thirsting for knowledge and she had a car. I was caught somewhere between a man and a child, and one restless summer we found love growing wild. On the banks of a river on a well beaten path, it's funny how those memories last. Like strawberry wine when you're seventeen.
Well, to be honest the only boy who could ever reach me... was the son of a preacher man.
