This is the day I lost my virginity many years ago. Since
that year, I have not had sex on this date ever again. This is not on purpose, Is it like when a ball
player gets their number retired? This date is now hanging in the rafters in my
bedroom? Or vagina?
We had been toying around with the notion and building up to
this. Second base, third base, heavy petting, dry humping, even some real life
connections between his you-know-what in my you-know-where. But on this day, it
was like the heavens opened up (my vagina) and it actually went in. Since it
wasn’t really planned, there was no condom involved. And since there was no
condom involved, it did not last to completion. Or very long at all. It could
have happened prior if we would have “forced” it, but thankfully he did not
press the issue I was never one for pain. So when it finally happened,
naturally, organically, I was pleased. People asked if it hurt. No. Simply
because we had worked up to it. My body was prepared for it.
Unlike that time we tried anal. Son of a bitch.
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