DoubleClickHeaven.com: The Female Sexual Experience: Shared Sexual Histories and Experiences Vol. 4

This page has been created to allow women the opportunity to share their sexual experiences with others. They can disclose how they became aware of their sexuality, what they have learned about their sexuality, how they learned to enjoy it, and even hurdles they have had to conquer. Women can present their sexual histories if they so desire. This will allow women to learn from each other's experiences.

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Sarah - Age 16

I'm 16. My first sexual expierence was when I was 15. It was a Friday night, thinking my door was locked, I started masturbating on my bed. Circling my clit and touching my pussy lips with my fingers. I was about to have a great orgasm when my brother's friend Cody, who was 17, came in the door. He had mistaken my room for my brother's. I quickly pulled the covers over me but he could already see what I was doing. My brother was asleep, and Cody just began to laugh at me, and said "Caught you at a bad time?" It was the most embarsssing ten seconds of my life. I was just waiting for him to leave. But he didn't, he walked into my room and went on my computer, as if I wasn't naked in my bed, and as if he knew me. He was in my math class at the time, so I've seen him everyday, and I thought he was the cutest boy ever, which made it even more humiliating. I said "What are you doing in my room..?" In a flirty tone he replied, "trying to make you uncomfortable" with a smirk, he threw me my pants. I started putting them on and he got up. I thought he was FINALLY leaving. But he was coming towards me. We kind of looked at each other, we both knew what was going to happen. He took my hands and stopped me from getting dressed, and removed my pants again. We started kissing and took off each others clothes. He started kissing my neck. I was obviously aroused. He gradually got lower and lower. His soft lips were at my stomach, and he was tickling my thighs. Then he finally began kissing the lips of my pussy, and circling my clit with his toungue. I was amazed that some body could do that with their mouth. It was the best feeling ever. When we were done, he casually walked out. In the morning he kissed me goodbye, which was wierd, because I didn't know him. For the whole following week we avoided eachother. Then two weeks later, he came and sat next to me and just said hey. We've been dating since then and still haven't forgotten that night.=]

Marte's Friend - Age 60

I come from another country and we masturbate over there too. I am a 60 years old now and still enjoy this activity enormously. Before I emigrated I had a relationship with old school mate. We found "afternoon delights" in cunnilingus and masturbating. Our visits with each other usually started with our tea time munchies. I do not recall how we ended up together in this but it have been very good.

Last week my old friend came over to see were I was and by the end of the day we pleasured ourselves and each other. Marte told me that she had found some one else but the fun was not as wonderful with her. I have masturbated now for few weeks every day. It helps when I miss her friendship and naturally her mouth on me.

Marte usually came around my back and started massaging my vulva area until I had my first. Then I would knead hers, she liked the fist and finger method the best. Often before she climaxed I would finger her clit for further pleasure. After relaxing a bit we would "get down to the business of heavy kissing and licking. But that is another subject. Often we such watched one another while doing ourselves

I am presently "dating" a gentleman who says he loves the female private parts. He tells me that he cannot wait to taste me. We masturbate front of each other but he usually loses interest in the further experiences after he comes.

Thank you for letting me share this. It feels like I am back in the saddle, so to speak. I love to talk about these things and enjoy your site enormously. Often I watch nude pictures while I am alone and that usually gets me started.

That should be enough I thing.

Marte's friend

Anonymous

Dating or trusting other people has always been vary difficult for me. I don't have what you would call healthy relationships with other people. When my sister and I were vary young, we were punched and hit in the face if we dared to cry. As we got older, we were adopted by a woman who can, and still is, both emotionally, mentally and verbally abusive. When you've gone through that cycle of abuse, when you've lived with people who "justify" every bad thing that they do and then blame you for it, it hurts your ability to trust others. You learn that people will always do what ever the hell it is they want to do, and to hell with what you think or feel. It's that since of no power or control at all which all those who have gone through abuse know all too well.

You learn, in a way, that the only person you can trust with your own happiness and feelings is yourself. On a certain level this can be a good thing, but than again it can also be a gigantic roadblock in making connections with others...After all, if family treats you like crap, can you really trust anybody else not to? In a way I have become my own best friend, my own "companion." My own version of wall of strength. And, when you become all of this for yourself, how easy do you think it is to open the door to someone else when you are already doing so much of this for yourself? Like all those who have gone though what I have, the struggle is to find a balance between needing others and being strong in self, and not needing others and still being able to show vulnerability in a human type of way. To find a happy medium that allows you to both be happy and alone. Or with others but still being yourself.

Fat Chick

I would label myself as a "sexual eater". I have never been with a man because it has been so hard to get over the way they treated me when I was heavier. Fatter. I have always felt lesser than the other girls, like if a guy had to choose he would choose just about anybody over me...But fat girls have sexual feelings too, you know. Needs. It's so hard to live with all these feelings when you feel like nobody else wants you. Sometimes masturbation only makes the desire for sex worse. And I end up feeling like I have to masturbate because I could never get the kind of guy I would really want...Kind of like the ugly girl who has to give it to herslef because nobody else will.

There are times when the hunger becomes so stromg it's almost like the hunger for for food. And I eat to make the hunger go away. To try to fill myself up. It all just gets so intense. It drives me crazy, ya know? I'm sure a lot of other heavy girls know what I mean.

Michelle - Age 25

Last week when my lover and I got home to my place late in the evening - we had drinks with friends before - he went straight to bed. I wanted to check my e-mails before sleeping and sat in front of my computer, despite him calling and throwing pillows at me. I´ll join you soon, I said, but he didn´t want to wait. He came over and kissed me passionately, fondling my body, saying how sexy I was in that shirt and how horny it made him. He had me wet in seconds. I found myself on my knees sucking his cock before I knew it, and soon afterwards he fucked me from behind, me leaning over my desk having a nice look at our reflection in the window, which was a real turn on.

After a while we decided to have sex in bed was more comfortable, so we had some oral action in the 69 position and then he let me sit on him riding his dick while he put his finger in my ass for the first time ever, calling me a horny little minx. I came hard as he did this. We rested a bit, and then he said he would like to stick my dildo inside me. He had found my collection a few weeks earlier and shown no appall, but this surprised me. The silver-coloured one? I asked. No, the other one. The thick one? I haven´t been using it for quite some time, don´t know wether it still fits me... It fit. He worked it inside my cunt, again in the 69 position so he could massage and lick my clit all the while, and I could suck his cock. I had trouble to do so though, cause my own arousal was so strong that I could hardly concentrate on giving him pleasure as well as he gave it to me. When I was very close to orgasm he got rid of the dildo and moved on top of me, saying how much he liked my sweet little pussy. I told him how much I loved it to have him inside of me and soon had the strongest orgasm. He then flipped me over and finally came doing me doggy style. This was about the most passionate sex we ever had, but I´m sure there will be more!

A few years ago I was almost unable to cum not being on top, probably because I had done the famous pillow humping thing for the longest time (I´m now 25). But by trying other masturbation methods and with a lot of training on the living object I can now cum just as well or even better when I lie on my back. Maybe it´s also for physical reasons, meaning this particular guy´s dick has the perfect angle when he enters me like this, or maybe it´s just the fact that I finally found someone who always turns me on, who is able to arouse me and to satisfy my sexual desire. Might it be that I´ve fallen in love, even? That this is the perfect combination of emotional and physical attraction plus the trust that allows to abandon all sexual restraints? Now THAT would be some jackpot.

Question to the ladies out there: Can any of you cum being fucked doggy style? I would so love to be able to, cause it´s a position I enjoy very much, but I´m afraid there are still some limits to the woman´s body. I don´t like the finger working thing on my clit, it makes me feel like being forced to cum. Anyway, I´ll keep trying. Some things are matters of patience, aren´t they, and the trying is still fun.

K

I remember when I was 12 ( I highly doubt it was the first time for any sexual desire, but this stands out in my mind ) I had a redheaded friend and we ended up playing "doctor" but with a lot of kissing, groping, etc. This is what led me to believe that orientation is not set in stone, and the strict "hetero" guidelines are 100% impressed on you by society. I am now happily married (6 years) with 2 children and I consider myself bisexual. I have only once had oral sex with another woman, and only for a very short time, but I know that it is something that I enjoy and would love to do again. I am not ashamed to admit it :)

Anonymous - Age 45

I am 45 years old. My sexual experience is the lack of sexual experience. I am not one of the pretty girls and men just don't seem very interested. There is nothing wrong with me. I think I have a nice slim shapely body, but I do not look like anyone on television. I haven't been "saving myself" for anything. I just want to have an intimate physical relationship with someone I feel comfortable with and have some affection towards. I don't think that is too much to ask.

I have gone through the past 30 years hopefully going out and meeting people. I have pursued a successful career and generally gone about living my life, thinking that someday I would meet someone. But now I have begun to lose hope.

I am approaching menopause and my hormone levels are shooting through the roof. I can't stop thinking and fantasizing about sex in every possible form. I am going nuts I am so randy. I have never had much success with the "self love" approach, but upon reading at this site of the various techniques practiced by women, I am going to give it another try. I have bought a shower massager and I can at least hope I get some release there. We are where we are in life and we have to go on from there.

I can't believe that I am alone in this situation. This history is for the others like me that are out there.

Anonymous

When I was around nine years old, I remember taking a walk around the neighborhood. This little rottie mix came up to me as I was passing his house. I had seen him around before. I noticed, when he rolled over, that his small red penis was hanging out. I ignored it and kept petting him. Then, when he was on all fours, I remember "accidentally" letting my hand reach down to touch his penis. If I had to describe the feel of a dog's penis I'd say it feels like if you were to put a pen into a sock and squeeze on it. There is a hard bone in there, making it far different in feel than a man's dong.

Fascinating to touch. He wrapped his little paws around my arms and humped.

After a while the dog backed off and I noticed that his owner was standing in the doorway. I don't think she recognized what I was doing (the dog's fur was long and I was also petting his head) and I don't think she would have believed it if she did. (Funny what girl's can get away with, mmmm?) But, still, I ran on home as if a bolt of lightening had struck my bum. I lay in fear for the rest of the day. Fearing the woman had called the police or had called my mom to tell her what I'd been up to. I felt like suck a sick degenerate. Every car door that closed outside I imagined was the police coming to take me away. I shiver just thinking about it all.

Still I imagine what I felt that day. Wet between the legs as I rushed home.

Anonymous - Age 30

I am a happily married 30 year old woman. I am married to a wonderful husband who focuses on pleasing me whenever we make love. Despite my love and devotion for my husband, there are times that I miss the sexual play I used to have with two friends in college.

These two guys were the best. Jarrell taught me how to touch myself and how to enjoy it. Joe was the one who taught me to think outside the box. I would meet with them once a week or so. We would start our time together talking, watching a movie and laughing. Then we would begin to kiss each other and allow our bodies to mix.

Once we were all undressed, they would take me to the bedroom and lie me down. Joe would start by watching me and Jarrell kiss and stroke each other. It turned me on so much to know that someone was watching me. Jarrell would kiss my thighs and my wet pussy. I could do nothing but love it. He was so very gentle and slow. Before I could cum on his face, Jarrell would slid his large cock inside. It felt so good. I didn't want it to stop. Joe would lie next to me and talk dirty to me. Hearing his sexy voice in my ear as Jarrell was fucking me was the best feeling ever.

These two men taught me that sex is not only about "getting off" but also about feeling sexy and desired. I still get goose bumps thinking about all the times we just sat on the sofa and they watched my masturbate myself. I will never forget what they taught me.

Naomi

For as long as I can remember, I've known what sex was, in theory at least. When I was little, I was curious about what I was made of and how I worked (How does food give you energy? What are fingernails for? etc.). My parents let me look at anatomy books to see all the different things my body did and how they did them, and looking at pictures of males and females lead smoothly into my discovery of sex. I can't remember if my parents explained it or if I read it. Still, the concept of sex was not one I dwelled on. It was something to be thought about (and perhaps done) far into the future. I don't think I masturbated at all until months after I got my period. I had crushes in elementary, but they were not sexual. I thought of hugging and kissing and that sort of thing, but sex was the untouchable domain of grownups. Once puberty hit, however, I became obsessed. I fantasized about my crush all the time, and as this fantasy became old I added new ones, closer to the realm of dreams. Recently, I came to the conclusion that I was bi, and this has led me to experience even stronger desire. I have a bit of a fetish for straight, silky hair. One of my friends has hair like this, and it takes an insane amount of willpower to keep myself from running my fingers through it. Guys are great and their allure has not faded, but there are times when I want a girl so bad the sensation borders on serious physical pain. I didn't experience sexual desire at a young age, but I think I'm making up for lost time. I want and want and want and it doesn't stop. I'm in love, I'm in lust, I'm a teenager and what I want is no longer what is good for me.

Rose

I came across your page as I was exploring tantric sex and thought I would share some of my experiences for readers who might be struggling with sexual orientation. I'm an adult woman who has been married twice (to men). I have struggled with my sexuality through many of my years, beginning as a teen attracted to both males and females. After my second husband, I needed to explore being with a woman. I felt cornered into deciding between men and women when I attended a support group for GBLT individuals. I found just as much pressure to select a gender and identify as gay or straight from the gay community. After three years in a relationship with a woman, it has ended...for nothing more than we just were not right for eachother...or maybe I was not gay enough??? In the last year or two, I have thought about both men and women and the truth is I am bisexual..always have been...and I am finally okay with this. I am forth coming when dating and people have to accept who I am. I am educated, now a graduate student and mingling in numerous professional settings where I have found various types of individuals. I have found that there are no "norms" unless I make them. In conversations I have mentioned my ex-husband, ex girlfriend, as well men that I am currently dating...the assumption is that I am bi--whether I announce it or not...If I am okay with it, usually others are too...and some times People ask questions...that's okay too because more often than not, it is because they are questioning themselves and their own sexuality.

Michelle

Hi this is regarding "Raped by a Dream" in section 3 of your sexual histories. I have known several people including an ex-boyfriend who have what is called Night Terrors. It is pretty common, and one of the most common symptoms is the feeling of being pushed into the bed or sinking into the bed. Sufferers often complain that they can't move or that someone is sitting on their chest. A way to make it stop is to sleep with lights on in your room. However, if you enjoy these night romps, don't let me stop you! The people who I've known that have it though usually seem pretty scared. My exes mother had it too, and was able to ease his mind a bit. Many societies have come up with folklore to explain this condition. But it can be helped, I hope this was informative.

Sweet Tart - Age 19

So I just turned 19, and my boyfriend is home from college. One night after dinner, I felt aroused by his cologne, so I told him I'd be back. I went into my bathroom, locked the door, and started slipping my fingers inside my pussy. Slowly, then fast, I was lying on my back, breathing heavier and heavier. Just as I was getting off, the door popped open, and he stared blankly with a smile on his face. I got even more turned on, and pulled him down to the floor, pulled his pants down, and playfully kissed his chest, going down below to his dick. He pulled me up, and we went into my room. He said we should do it right. So he threw me onto the bed, climbed on top and pulled the covers on top of us. It was summer, so it was extremely hot, making our bodies sweat furiously. His tongue went down to my pussy, and his fingers went in at the same time. Deeper, and faster, slower and slower, moaning and squirming around. It was mine and his first time, so I was nervous as hell. He caressed my hair, kissed my neck, and I was in heaven. When he put it in, I screamed and shuttered, and he lowered his head into my chest, and the heat was amazing. Slip and slide! Once he came, I came, and we screamed in pleasure. After we made love, we fell asleep in each others arms. We still have crazy good sex everywhere, including in the rain outside in the backyard facing onto the highway.

Bombalurina - Age 16

This website has helped me SO much during the past 2 months or so.

I'm 16 and a virgin. I got abused by a boyfriend 2 years ago (needless to say he is now my EX boyfriend) and I managed to escape with my virginity still intact. Since then I've seen things much differently. I continued to masturbate, but I saw my vulva as being ugly, deformed and discolored. I wouldn't let anybody close to me-sexually or emotionally. When I did let someone near me I wouldn't let him see anything and I felt like such a fool-even though this guy was very loving, patient and understanding. It didn't work out between us and my confidence has blossomed as time went on. Why even this morning I took part in some webcam masturbation between myself and the man I Love. Most of it has been down to this website. A guy-friend recommended it I haven't looked back. Seeing pictures of many different vulvas has made me realize I'm not deformed or anything of the sort. I've always been known to be a shocking person due to my blunt honesty, now I have shocked many friends-mainly females-with pussy shaving and masturbation tips and generally spreading your messages across about all these things being healthy and normal-things that should be talked about openly.

Well. I think that's about it.

Thank you SO much for everything.

Lots of Love
Bombalurina
xxxxxx

Writer-man

I'm a male, so you may not be interested in what I have to say, but as an author I find your site very educational about woman generally, and I enjoy reading the personal accounts - most of which are obviously from the heart, and all are extremely interesting. Keep up the good work!

So what can a male contribute? Hopefully an illuminating insight into an age most of you would have forgotten - that of girl just three years old. This concerns my little granddaughter, who in this incident was piqued by some event and had decided to strip off - a state she loves and often indulges, both in and out of the house! From the kitchen I could see her in the bathroom through the open door, and she was leaning against the washbasin counter, and she could see me. Then, steadying against the counter she went onto tip toes and tautened her body by thrusting her belly outward which slightly opened her legs. Almost dramatically, she spread and tightened the fingers of her free hand, and with the stretched middle finger commenced to delicately stroke her partly opened and obviously receptive crease. Each pass was completed by a well-practiced flick by her fingertip to the clitoris.

Obviously she was well versed in doing this, and at that age the technique must have been intuitively acquired, so I'd be interested to know if women use this method in later life?

But it was the look on her face that caught my eye. The whole episode took only about 30 seconds, but all the time she not only held my gaze but showed an obviously contented gratification. I didn't want to be voyeuristic, but was too fascinated to be embarrassed because it was obviously her intention for me to watch. To a writer, I sensed she was making some statement of the power of her femininity - yes, at three years old! Whatever, I'll never forget the ecstatic look in her deep blue eyes and the sense she was in complete command of her emotions.

Obviously satisfied, she then pushed a booster up to the basin and climbed up to wash her hands, dressed, and nonchalantly went outside to rejoin the group, leaving me totally amazed at this powerful demonstration of embryonic femininity. Girls . . . how old do you start - and stop?

Anonymous - Age 23

Most women will probably find this surprising, but I have never had sex until I turned 22. I was almost raped when I was a little girl and it had a large impact on my self confidence and my sexual development. I think it also defined my character in a way. So I've always been this very pretty and quiet girl until I met a very pleasant young man that just went out with me everywhere for about 3 months without even trying to hold my hand. I found it awkward in a way, because most jerks out there will never do that...so after another month I told myself it was time to start "dating him"....so anyway my first sexual experience was veeeery ugly and I started crying very hard when I felt him inside me..so he just stopped, because I scared him a lot, too... I regretted having done that for a week, when my sister comforted me and told me it was ok, and that I was not a virgin any more and that it was ok to have sex, you know...right now I am 23 and I am still dating the same man. My sex life is not great, because I never come during sex, unless he plays with me afterwards...and that's not even working every time.

I am happy I am making love to such a nice man though. Maybe for me this is more important than sexual fulfillment~

Anonymous - Age 14

My sexual interest came up first when I was 5 years old. We were in kindergarten and a boy and I pulled down our pants for a brief moment to show each other what our "private parts" looked like. After that, I've always been curious about that sort of stuff. I started to masturbate when I was 10 (I'm 14 now) but only humping a pillow. Just recently I have discovered more about sex and am still masturbating. I'm fingering myself everyday, and still feel no sexual pleasure from anything I try. Also, it's extremely difficult to get myself wet. I've tried fingering, humping, rubbing, pouring water on myself in the tub and so on, yet I still feeling nothing much at all. I've never been able to cum or get my nipples to harden. My breasts never feel anything from rubbing, caressing, or playing with my nipples and I don't know what I can do to help myself feel anything. Even right now, as I write this, I am masturbating without any luck.

If anyone has anything they tell me that may help, I'd be delighted.

Kristen - Age 16

I'm sixteen years old and I can't say when I first started to be interested in boys, because I've always been interested more with girls. I consider myself bicurious. Since about six or seven I've been fascinated with masturbating... I love touching myself. I used to think I was sick because I would think of girls, I thought it was wrong, mainly because my father is so against homosexuality. But more and more I realized I like girls the same way I like boys, and it's not a bad thing.

While swimming just recently, a couple of my girl friends and I were messing around, and I was holding onto my friend. I wrapped my legs around her hips and she kind of brought her legs up so our bodies were touching, and I felt myself get excited. I haven't told anyone, even her, and she's my best friend, that I like girls. But the way we were touching was driving me crazy, and I like to think she felt the same way. I just wanted to kiss her and make her feel good, and I realized I have a crush on my best friend. I've felt this way about her since we first began talking, and I wish I was only brave enough to tell her how I feel.

Solene - Age 25

I just discovered your website, and I highly appreciate what you're doing. The way I thought I could contribute is to answer the surveys so that, as you said, the more answers the more accurate...

So I just answered the "Female Masturbation and Orgasm" one, and wanted to make some comments. I guess it'll be a one time visit, so I didn't feel like registering on your forums or on Mister Poll. I hope writing to you is fine as well?

So... I appreciate that you offer so many different possible answers to the questions, so that female/women diversity is better pictured. There are just a few questions where I didn't know what to answer and would have wanted other choices, so I thought it may be the case for other women as well and that would be useful to let you know. Among others...

- I sometimes use written erotic material as a "starter" for masturbation (most often not on purpose, I just happen to read the "erotic" part of the fiction I'm reading, then masturbate. I then sometimes feel like reading it again as I feel like masturbating). It doesn't "enhance" my orgasms. It just depends on the context etc. so, "for me to experience orgasm, written erotica...": my answer is not "necessary", "unnecessary" or " enhances my orgasms but is not required", but more like "is sometimes part of it"; same thing for the g-spot stimulation for e.g.

- the second main point I wanted to make is about the "time it takes me to orgasm".

1/ There is a significant amount of time between the moment I start the desire/arousal/fantasizing process, and the moment I actually touch my genitals, which I guess you call masturbating. thus, when you ask me about the time it takes me to come, well, I'd say something around 5 minutes from the moment when I stimulate my genitals with my hand(s), but it could be like half an hour if you count from like, the moment when I start being aroused, or know this will end up in an orgasm, or start being wet, etc., which is for me part of the process of masturbating.

2/ You ask the average time it takes, then the minimum, but instead of asking for the maximum I'd choose (you talked about delaying orgasms on purpose earlier), your question is "What is the longest you have masturbated for without experiencing orgasm, but were trying to", and, well, I do orgasm when I decide to, but sometimes try and delay it, so...(or maybe i just didn't get the question...)

Well I guess these are the main points where I didn't find an answer that was accurate for me.

As for the rest, I would like to thank you again for what you're doing, you seem to have a pretty [healthy?] approach to sexuality, very respectful of people, non-heteronormative, and I, as a feminist, highly appreciate that.

(Oh, talking about heteronormativity : I took the first surveys yesterday, and can't remember if you've thought about/included anal intercourse on a man, for example with a dildo or strap-on ? You should!)

That was my small, small contribution to your work ! Feel free to contact me, I'd be glad to help you more if I can!

Solene, 25, from france.

Annie - Age 18

My first real sexual experience happened while I was away at boarding school aged 16- a good Irish Catholic mixed boarding school. I remember distinctly sitting next to my best friend since we were kids, John, during a sex ed talk (he was the most popular guy in my year, the rugby star, the 'hotti',).. I hadn't really thought about sex before then, but this new teacher got so into it, she was talking about positions, lubricant, masturbation, I remember being very aware of John's body next to me, and sneaking a peek at his crotch, as his black uniform trousers were getting tighter and tighter. God I just couldn't take it, the sensation between my legs was mind boggling...I gathered my books and legged it out of there- the teacher must of thought I was upset and left me alone- I had different ideas.

I lay on my bed when I reached my dorm. I was breathing heavily and had this sensation down there that was increasing a mile per minute, I hiked up knee length kilt and slowly inched my fingers under my white cotton panties. I started to feel the coarse curls, then opened up my lips and felt myself, exploring, taking it all in. I found my clit quickly and started to rub it gently and first then harder. I could fell myself getting wet and the thought that I was exposed in a communal dorm and the fact I was ditching class made it all so much more exciting.

I was almost reaching climax wen I heard a noise, I pulled my hands away, legs still open when I looked up and saw John casually leaning on the wall by the open door hands in his pockets openly staring at me a grin on his handsome face. Without saying a word he got on the bed, kneeling, he pushed my skirt up even higher, and then with one hand he pulled down my knickers and with the other hand gently opened my legs even wider. He began to kiss me down there, and then lick and then, oh god, gave me the best lick out I will ever receive. I was screaming and convulsing with pleasure when I orgasmed!! Then I heard a gasp, looking up I saw two of my roommates open mouthed staring at us. John grinned wickedly at me then he gently pulled up my underwear, and my kilt down. He leant over me, kissed me, then said 'c u in geography girlfriend'. I lost my virginity soon after to John (but that's another story!!) And I'm delighted to say two years after I'm still the girlfriend of my rugby star and still having the most erotic moments ever!!

Emily - Age 86

I am a lover of oral sex. The first time it happen I went on vacation with a friend older than I, we had been swimming and went to our room to shower and change (You have to remember I am a lady of 86) she ask me had I ever showered with anyone, I told her I did with my sister, so she said why don't we shower together, my friend was a red head and her pubic hair was also very red in those days; what did we know of shaving. She made a comment about mine as it was very black and full, she ask me if she could run her hands through it for some reason I said go ahead. While she ran her hand through My Lady got excited she noticed it and said nothing and went down on it, I said no, no we shouldn't do this if anyone found out we would really be in trouble, but it felt so good. We were both wet with the shower, she said let me do it to you on the bed. There was no way that I could stop this so we went on the bed, she on her knees, my legs wrapped around her. She was licking all of my ladie, my cuming over and over. All she kept saying how good it tasted. I wanted to find out what she tasted like so I got up enough nerve to try her, Oh was it good, I never tasted anything like that. That was my first experience and I had many after that. I got married years later. I tried my husband and he did me many times. I never enjoyed a mans cum. I did enjoy watching him do himself. He passed away years ago so I found a young girl she is 30 yrs old and just loves women, so she likes to have a woman do her so I don't get enough but its better than nothing.

Emily

Anonymous - Age 17

I'm 17 years old, and my boyfriend and I were virgins until this year. Earlier in our relationship, we'd be in his bed and have oral and "dry sex," which is with clothes on so that he wouldn't penetrate me, since I was trying to preserve my virginity. Later on, he managed to convince me to get naked and basically rub our privates together without the penetration. Then he begged me to let him slip it in. I was scared because he has a huge penis. I was crying from the pain, but he was very considerate and was trying to be gentle, but at the same time he kept thrusting hard because he felt like asserting his dominance. He was kissing me and being affectionate so I felt safe and that I could trust him. When we were through and turned on the lights, we found that I had bled on his sheets and our bodies. It didn't seem to bother him.

Megan

I wanted to write to thank you for making this site. I've seen a lot of women writing in with their fantasies and experiences and it honestly makes me feel so good to see all of this.

I've been reading through the site for the past few weeks and I have to say it's really helped me. I am a survivor, I guess that's the best way to put it, of incest and your articles on abuse have helped me so much. For so long there was no answer as to how I should feel, I was made to feel like a victim- when all I felt was guilt and disgust. This happened when I was 8-10 years old with a brother who was 3 years older than me. I now am beginning to understand that it is normal for people to experiment and that the feelings of enjoyment that I had are not weird. I've found it hard to completely open myself up to my partners. For a long time I've struggled with having an impossible time orgasming during sex, it's usually always from oral sex because I can lay back and concentrate on fantasizing. During sex, my mind drifts and disconnects and I feel like I'm playing a role of an entertainer or just there to please my partner. Is this normal for people with a history of abuse? It's very confusing for me, because I didn't feel any pain, it did not hurt and it wasn't forced, but I was made to feel that this should really affect me, and I think at this point after over 10 years (I'm 24 now) it is still an issue for me. I do thank you though, because through reading your site I'm trying to make a conscious effort to improve the way I communicate with my boyfriend during sex. I really want to open up and trust him and completely let go, in hopes that we become closer to finding ways to make me orgasm and stay more in the moment during sex. He knows about my past and is completely supportive of me trying to work past my issues and let go of the past. I find it so helpful to know that so many women have fantasies that are strange and techniques for getting to orgasm that you just don't read in articles or magazines. I usually find myself thinking back to my youth when sexual exploration was fun and I didn't know it was wrong, before the adults in my life told me that what had happened was wrong and bad and it shouldn't have happened. I agree, because it was a lot to deal with, full penetration at age 8 or 9, but from then on sexual experimentation was something I did because it was bad and I used it to rebel. I never had the naive first time, and so taking time to please myself was never factored in.

I'm going to continue reading this website because it's really helping me understand my sexuality and rediscover how I can make it mine again without feeling ashamed or guilty of my past.

Thank you.
Megan

You can read my reply to Megan by clicking here.

Anonymous - Age 14

My sexual interest came up first when I was 5 years old. We were in kindergarten and a boy and I pulled down our pants for a brief moment to show each other what our "private parts" looked like. After that, I've always been curious about that sort of stuff. I started to masturbate when I was 10 (I'm 14 now) but only humping a pillow. Just recently I have discovered more about sex and am still masturbating. I'm fingering myself everyday, and still feel no sexual pleasure from anything I try. Also, it's extremely difficult to get myself wet. I've tried fingering, humping, rubbing, pouring water on myself in the tub and so on, yet I still feeling nothing much at all. I've never been able to cum or get my nipples to harden. My breasts never feel anything from rubbing, caressing, or playing with my nipples and I don't know what I can do to help myself feel anything. Even right now, as I write this, I am masturbating without any luck.

Janet

First I want to thank you for the lovely site. It has answered a lot of my questions and reading the personal experiences has been interesting at the same time as getting me very horny. I wonder if that happens to a lot of your readers.

I was very interested in what Tarryn wrote in the masturbation section about how she likes to sit on a guy and control him by sliding on him. I have always wanted to try that because I am also a virgin and have only really kissed and cuddled with a guy.

I wanted to tell you what happened while I was on holiday with my parents last week because it was really nice and it really worked for me.

I met a really nice guy and while we were sitting sunbathing by the pool he lit up a cigarette. I asked him if we could go somewhere to smoke because my parents don't know I smoke. He said we should go to his chalet because he also had a mini bar fridge there and we could have a drink too.

After we had had a smoke and a drink we got up to go and he came over and kissed me. He is 18 by the way. We hugged and kissed for a while then he moved back and sat on his bed. I decided it was time to try Tarryn's method and so got up and I kneeled over him. He was wearing a Speedo and a tee shirt and I was in a bikini and sarong. As I leaned forward to kiss him some more I pressed myself down on him and could feel his penis hardening against my crotch. I moved slowly back and forth and loved the feel of him warming and hardening more. My bikini bottoms were the kind that tied at the sides so I was able to to untie them and slip them off. When I pressed down again and moved on him again the feeling of his Speedo rubbing on my lips was fantastic. It was sort of rough and smooth at the same time! I could feel I was really wet now.

We were still kissing and our hearts were beating so fast! I moved my hips back a bit more and felt that now his penis was straight and very hard. I moved back more and my pussy moved off his Speedo and on to his cock. That really felt nice as it was really hot and smooth. I moved around a bit and was able to get his head to press on my clit. He was breathing so hard by now and I felt him lift his hips and slide his costume down. I was really swollen and could now slide myself all the way up and down his penis. I sat up and kept moving my hips and I was able to watch the head of his penis peeping out from between my lips as I moved. He had his eyes shut and had his hands on my sides. It felt weird because I couldn't stop myself moving on him and I wanted more every time I could see his cock! The head was so wet and shiny from me! I put one hand down and started to rub the side of my clit with my finger. God it was amazing, the feeling of his hot cock between my lips and the feeling of my finger on my clit and the sight of his cock popping out as I moved! I know he wanted to be inside me because he was thrusting too but I didn't let him.

I suddenly felt him tense up and thrust hard and looked down to watch him come. The sight and the sound of him and the feel of everything was too much for me and I came too! God it was the best come I have ever had! My thighs tightened and I felt my whole pussy pulsing and tightening and squeezing. I can now see what Tarryn was talking about when she said how powerful you feel doing that and making a guy come!

I know that I want to lose my virginity next time and will write about that too. I want to be on top for sure!

Thanks again for the site!

A Tragic Love Story

I'm from India so I got married in the traditional way {arranged}. I met my husband just two weeks before our wedding and I developed an instant crush on him. My husband was always very secretive so I thought that it was his nature. But two years after our wedding he eloped with another women. I was so much in love with him I never suspected him. He was also very kind to me. We used to have sex but he never really penetrated me. Whenever I used to say "I Love You," He would hesitate before replying. When he left I was devastated. I spent ten months in a rehabilitation. Eight years have passed after he left but I still remember him before falling asleep. Then a few weeks ago I met him in a mall. He approached me and asked how many kids I've got, and that the women died in a car crash two months after leaving. And then I lost control and kissed him. I didn't marry anyone else so I invited him to my home. There too I lost myself and we had sex. He said he was too ashamed to return to me. But two days after this incident he too died, just when I thought I had him.

Anonymous - Age 15

I have a heartbeat fetish. I'm not sure why, but there's just something I absolutely love about the feel and sound of the human heartbeat. So I like to masturbate (humping a pillow is my favorite method) to the sound or feel of a heartbeat. Ideally, I'd love to be able to masturbate whilst lying on a hot guy's chest and hearing and feeling his heartbeat, but as of yet I have not been able to!! So I find myself using my own heartbeat to arouse myself. My favorite ways of doing this are feeling my pulse point and flicking/circling/stimulating my clit in time to my heartbeat, which is amazing because naturally it just gets faster and faster. Another great method is best used whilst lying face down, humping a pillow: I cup my hands around my chest and breasts, feeling for my heartbeat. As I hump the pillow I tighten the grip, feeling as if my palpitating excited heart is beating in my bare hands. This really turns me on, and sometimes I imagine a heartbeat in my head as if it's someone else's. I find it quite hard as well to hide my excitement whenever I hear a guy's heartbeat as he hugs me and my head lies against his chest! I always orgasm AMAZINGLY when there's a heartbeat sound or feeling involved with my masturbating. A stethoscope would be the ultimate wank tool for me ;) Wow, my heart is racing now as I write this!!! Maybe I should go give myself some "me time".....

Dee - Age 23

Hi! I am a 23 year old lady from Nigeria. One day while browsing I found your site, and since then I've been hooked - every single time I'm online I open this page and read, and read, and read!

This site is SOOO important to women and young girls because I remember always thinking "I wish I had this growing up." So many things would have changed. My mother never even told me about my period, talkless of having a clitoris. Somehow, talking about sex and sexuality is unconsciously looked upon as taboo here, yet everyone either engages in it or has questions bothering them about it...but they can't ask them. A very restrictive society that makes you feel that exploring your body is wrong and looking at your own genitals is unacceptable behavior. Yet sex is probably the most popular extra-curricular activity among adolescents, young men and women! It's sick...and it's sad because the amount of guilt that first assails you when you first masturbate is overwhelming. No-one must ever know; if they know you must not talk about it!! You wonder, "What's happening to me?", "Am I a bad person?", "Is this wrong?", "Does anyone else feel like me?".

Everything a young person learns about sex and sexuality comes from books and close friends. Sometimes, these friends misinformed others and some books, because they are usually religiously inclined or set in traditional values, they say masturbation is wrong and "unclean". This usually forces young girls to go into partnered sex a little too early because they have no over way of getting off. Funny enough, sex is more acceptable than masturbation! Even with HIV/AIDS most rampant among people aged 15 to 24, and STDs circulating faster among these set, masturbation is still frowned upon. They preach abstinence but not masturbation. And even when one has an STD you don't tell anyone because it's shameful so you pretend it's not there and keep spreading it. Being openly HIV positive has become something of a celebrity status, if you're rich of course, but saying you have an STD can get you exiled from your family, at least emotionally. What a world I live in.

I have my own world now, where I can be who I am without fear or shame. Where my rules rule and no one but myself can make me feel guilty about something. I know better now and I'm harming myself with information that hopefully one day I can pass on to my daughter(s).

I remember also trying to think up young girls I could forward this site's name to but...every time, I could see their parents caution me and label me unfit to hang around their children! So I didn't bother. I'm not ready to start activism. Not yet at least.

Thank you so much. Many things I've inwardly worried about and questions I didn't realize I had have been put to rest here. You have helped me to love myself more and I hope more young girls and woman will find this site. It is very, very important.

Yours sincerely,
Dee.

Anonymous

The first boy I consciously remember wanting to have sex with was a classmate of mine, one J. Thomas. He had long hair and a sweet smile, he got excellent grades, and he was musical. I wanted him so bad it hurt. The only time I had any interaction that even vaguely indicated how much I wanted him was when I asked him to dance with me at a school dance. He politely refused, and broke my heart. I'm a year or so older now, still underage, and still want to jump him, but we're at different schools and he'll most likely just be a dream for the rest of my life. Desire has now spread, and I am very attracted to one of my friends (my age, female) and one of my cousin's friends (several years older, male). I've never had the nerve to say anything about it to either of them, but I desperately want a relationship. I don't know what I'm doing.

Anonymous - Age 30

Just found this site through a friend of mine and so far I am loving it. I just read your page about female ejaculation and just wanted to share my experience with that.

When I was about 11, 12 or so, I was at my great aunts house with my mom for the weekend. I masturbated by "humping" a Teddy Bear while fingering myself at like 2 or 3 in the morning. When I finally came to that climax I ejaculated. But, at the time, I thought I had urinated on the bear (I had NEVER heard that women could ejaculate like that). I was SO embarrassed. I tried to wipe the bear off, and hide it until it dried. Well, what I didn't know is that we were leaving the next morning. My mom went to pack up my stuff, and found the bear. She asked me about it being wet. I did not have the courage to tell my mother I had used the bear to help me orgasm, and then accidentally peed on it.... we just did not talk about sex in our household. I learned what sex was from friends and whatnot. So, I lied and told her that I was dreaming, thought I had gotten up to go to the bathroom and hadn't actually. My mom started yelling at me, freaking out. Basically, it was a REALLY bad experience for me.

Fast forward to like tenish years later. My husband and I are having sex. It is going amazing! (That man could give me better orgasms than I gave myself, he just understood my body, and me that good) He is giving me oral, while fingering me. As I orgasmed, I ejaculated. I IMMEDIATELY jumped up, apologized profusely to him. I thought that I had again urinated during the intensity of the orgasm. All of these horrible flashbacks of my mother calling me "retarded" for not getting up and going to the bathroom started flashing through my mind. He just looked at me and kind of grinned. Asked me if that had ever happened before, I did tell him the truth, but without the horrible details. THAT was when he told me that I did NOT urinate. I ejaculated. I didn't believe him at first, thought he was just trying to make me feel less embarrassed. We sat there and talked about it for like 30 minutes, and then he even looked it up online for me, just to show me that he was not BSing me. He even convinced me to smell and or taste it if it ever happened again.

I felt so many emotions all at once. I felt foolish for freaking out, and I also felt kind of sad about the fact that my husband knew more about the subject I did, after all I was 22 years old, had a daughter and had been having sex for 6 years, masturbating for god knows how many years. But he was SO great about it.... from that day forward, I was NEVER embarrassed about "squirting" during orgasm. Now, I really like it when it happens. I mean, all orgasms are GREAT, but those ones are just a bit... more. At least for me they were.

BTW, thank you very much for creating a site like this. It's wonderful!

Anonymous

I just wanted to say that I LOVE the fact that you have mentioned fisting on here. It is something that when I first heard about... it was something that only "loose sluts" did. Then, a couple of years later, my husband and I were talking about it, and decided to try it. It HURT at first. Hadn't been stretched like that since giving birth. But once I was able to relax.... omg, it was so wonderful. It ended up being something that we both enjoyed doing. Not something that we could do very often though, was usually pretty sore afterwards.

So, thanx again!

I Was That Child (For the Parents, From the Child) - Age 21

I know there are a lot of concerns about young children being sexual in anyway, and I would like to tell you that I AM that child. Some of my earliest memories are of being in my crib, rolling up my blankets, and using them to masturbate with by humping them. My parents were at first, unconcerned, and didn't seem to mind at all, I didn't know what I was doing, or what that feeling was I got afterwards. I just enjoyed it, it was relaxing, and it felt good. As I got a little older, around 4 and 5, I realized that if I did that when I had to pee, it would make the need to pee go away. So for a long time, I associated it with the need to urinate. As a child, some of you may remember, toilets are scary. They make a loud sound when you flush them, and monsters could be hiding in there. I HATED using the toilet, I hated flushing even more. So I would avoid using the bathroom as much as possible. I would do this all the time, during the day, before bed, on the couch, in front of everyone. Why? Because I didn't know anything about what I was doing. It was perfectly normal for me for a long time.

One day, when I was about 9 years old, I was humping on the couch when my mom walked in and yelled at me. "ERIN! DONT DO THAT OUT HERE!" She scared me, I felt like I was doing something wrong. They had never said anything before, so I had no idea why she was mad. I would still do it in the living room, and whenever she caught me she would get really mad at me. So I started doing it in my room only, or when no one was home. I was ashamed, I thought I was doing something bad. My mom called it humping, HUMP was a bad word. I still do not like saying it today, it feels wrong.

When I was about 13, I still didn't know what I was doing was masturbating. I still felt ashamed by it, and told myself I had to stop. I would TRY to stop, but alas, every night it happened again. I LIKED it. I didn't WANT to stop. I thought it was a bad habit, something only little kids do, and that when you are older, its something that will go away. I thought, well, by the time I am 14 I probably wont do it anymore anyway. So I didn't let it bother me. I thought this because I related it to other things that you grow out of... like sucking your thumb or picking your nose. Eventually, as you get older, often the habit just drops off.

However, my 14th birthday rolled around, and I found myself still doing it. Even though we had had sex talks in school since I was in 5th grade, even though I had my period in 6th grade, and even though I had begun high school, and KNEW what masturbation was... I STILL did not relate what I did to masturbation. I still associated it with the need to urinate, and I though masturbation was only internal, I did not yet know what the clitoris was. And I thought to myself again, well, I KNOW that by the time I'm 16, there is NO WAY I would still be doing this.

But 16 rolled around, and by then, I knew what I was doing. I thought back to when I was 13 and 14, and remembered what I had thought. I knew I was masturbating now, and now, I was mad. I was mad at my parents for making me feel so bad about doing something that, as it turns out, wasn't wrong at all. It was perfectly normal. But it wasn't until I was 18 that I found out just HOW normal it was.

My best friend and I were at the library, doing what silly teenagers do, and looking at Kama Sutra books, and laughing at the pictures, but mostly at the fact they had those kinds of books in the library. She came across one that talked about childhood masturbation, and as she read the paragraph out loud, I suddenly felt a sort of relief. I wasn't the only one. I had been SO embarrassed about it, I had never told anyone. And as she read this page of a book, I realized that I was not the only child who did it. I was not abnormally horny or sexual. I was perfectly normal, just like the 51% of children (a statistic in that book) that it said had signs of sexual behavior from very early ages. My friend was astounded when reading this. She couldn't believe that young kids did that. I finally got up my courage, and told her. I DID IT. and that was the first time in my life I had been able to tell someone. I was SO embarrassed that I hid it from everyone. My parents thought I stopped even. And as embarrassed as I was, my friend only said "Really? Well it's apparently pretty normal." I felt so relieved. I wasn't bad. I wasn't wrong. I wasn't weird. I wasn't strange. I wasn't a nympho, I wasn't even different. I was normal.

I am now 21, and open about my sexuality. I talk to people about it, when I know they are uncomfortable, because I felt that embarrassment once too. I am happy, healthy, and I still masturbate. I am confident with my sexuality, and I am content with it. I am no longer embarrassed about anything sexual, and am more open about it than most people. However, I will never forget that feeling of thinking I was BAD.

And to all the parents out there who are worried about your children, I have this message for you; they don't know what they are doing. All they know is that it feels good. They don't know its inappropriate to do in public, or in the living room. They are NORMAL, just like I am. And its OK. And please, never make them feel like its not ok. Never make them feel bad. When they are old enough to understand, calmly explain to them why they shouldn't do it in public, or in the living room. Tell them what it is, and that it is ok to do it in private. Tell them WHY... because there is nothing worse than feeling like you are bad, and that you are doing something wrong, and not knowing why, and being too embarrassed to ask. Don't get mad at them... they don't know. So teach them. Don't yell or tell them no. Because for me, it made growing up very hard. For 6 years I thought I was bad for doing it. It made me very confused about sexuality, it made me very self-conscious It made me afraid to be myself, and I was too embarrassed to tell anyone how I felt.

I am a normal, happy healthy young adult. I was not sexually active until I was 19. I am now 21, and I am still with that same man. We plan on getting married. It didn't turn me into a nympho, or make me super perverted, or anything like that that might scare you.

You have voiced many concerns as parents... so as the child, now you can hear my story, and see it from our point of view. I hope this helps.

Anonymous

I have been recently dating a guy, after seven weeks of being way from each, because I was on holiday, we met up and went to the park. He found a spot in between the trees, he grabbed me by the waist and passionately kissed me. I eventually slid my hands down his trousers and brought out his hard cock, he was so aroused, he couldn't say much, he quiverly said 'put it between your tits' so I did, I was so aroused I would do anything he asked me. Then I put his cock in my mouth and sucked gently, then I went faster, he screamed 'Suck it, you dirty bitch' we were lucky enough that nobody heard us and I love when he calls that, eventually he had a orgasm. We laid down on the grass, he looked at me and I knew we weren't finished, so we continued. He smelt my perfume and kissed my neck, I could feel him breathing heavily on my neck, he then pulled down my top, kissed and sucked my nipples, I wanted him in every possible way, he whispered in my ear 'I want you so much, tell what you want and I'll give it to you' he removed my wet panties, then put his fingers inside my wet pussy, I moaned with great pleasure. 'Let me make it up to you' he said, then he slid down and started to lick my clit, within moments, I was screaming, all the sudden my head was spinning, I knew I had the best orgasm ever. He said 'I love you' then we French kissed continuously and stared into each other's eyes.

Melissa - Age 23

I'm 23 years old and I've had only two sexual partners in my life.

My first one was my boyfriend, who was kind, reliable, patient, understanding, and we were truly in love. I cannot recall a specific day we had sex for the first time, we tried it so many times before he actually penetrated me, that eventually when he did it, I didn't feel much pain. It was done. Soon after I discovered what a great fun thing sex is, so we did it everywhere, in the kitchen (with my parents in the living room), in the elevator, in the car, in the front yard, at the beach, everywhere. I realized the most the dangerous the place, the more I enjoyed it. I had my first vaginal orgasms when we were kissing goodnight, (with my family inside) and we got so aroused that he quickly entered me from behind and I felt like I was in heaven.

But when we were in private, safe places, I could only come with direct stimulation to my clitoris. Except for one time, that we were alone in his apartment but we were high on pot.

We used to make love, tender, softly, romantically, kind of like in the movies. Those sex scenes in films, just like that. I always had an orgasm, but very rarely these would be from penetration alone. After a couple of years, our relationship turned sour, we started fighting a lot, and with time, I didn't feel as sexually attracted to him as I did before. Around that time, I met my second partner. He was the total opposite to my boyfriend. A free spirit, mysterious, sharp funny, not interested in commitment, playing to be just my friend, but at the same time flirting with me constantly, and we had this strong powerful chemistry together; it's like the rest of the world disappeared when we were together. But I never cheated on my boyfriend. I held my self back; despite how much I desired him, and how much he tempted me. I continued with my boyfriend, having this lame relationship with lame sex, once in while sparkled with sexual pleasure and desire. I thought of the other guy all the time. And my boyfriend could tell, he was dying in jealousy. I dreamed about him almost every night, wet dreams. I daydreamed about him constantly, what it would be him touching me inappropriately? How would it feel his kiss on my lips? How would I feel with him inside of me? But even though we emailed each other flirtatiously from time to time, things remained platonic. About 9 months later, I broke up with my boyfriend. I called my second partner, he was there. I wasn't completely sure of what I wanted. When he leaned towards me and tried to kiss me, I left. I freaked out, and then I thought, this is IT, this is what I've been waiting for so long. And I came back to him, and then we kissed, softly, very smooth, and I could feel every inch of my body squirm, I was shaking with pleasure, I haven't felt like that before. I remember my first kiss with my boyfriend, as a kiss of happiness, emotional pleasure, satisfaction, as a kiss of I finally found "the one". But this kiss was different; it was a kiss of pure passion, of physical pleasure, and of course, it led to him touching me everywhere and me touching him too.

We didn't have sex that night though. We got together again, the day after, in the park, and it was funny because as soon as I saw him, my body "recognized him"; as he walked towards me I felt everything was getting wet down there, my nipples erected, everything was as left the night before. Then we went to his place and we did it. I vividly remember those seconds in which he actually entered me for the first time. After a long physical foreplay (about an hour), and even a longer emotional foreplay (9 months!!!), I remember the moment in which he entered me the first time, as the greatest pleasure I never knew I could experience, it was the release of sexual energy I never imagined I had, I had an orgasm right away. And I screamed, I moaned, I twirled, I had to contained myself to not to cry. While he was penetrating me, he never touched my clitoris, neither did I. We made positions I never tried before. He was aggressive (opposite to his soft kissing). Very aggressive, rough, animalistic. I enjoyed it every second, even though at times the pleasure became pain. It was that rough. But I had like 5 vaginal orgasms. So different from the others. When I come from the clitoris, is usually like electricity, right there, in the spot and spreads to the rest of the body. It's feeling your alive, oh yeah, so alive. Is often so intense, I cannot embrace it fully, and I cannot stay there, I have to go. But vaginal orgasms to me are smoother, yet extremely pleasurable feelings. It's like your entire body is having an orgasm, you don't want to go anywhere, to be more precise, in my own words, it is like dying a little bit. Well we had sex for about two hours, he only came once, I came I don't even know how many times. To this day, I treasured it like the best sexual experience I've ever had. And this proves the theory that the main sexual organ is the brain, the mind. Because I can tell you, I don't think he is a better lover than my boyfriend (my boyfriend was the most generous, hard worker, selfless lover I can imagine) but we had wanted this for so long, that when we actually did it, it just exploded. I also think the fact that I had just broken up with my boyfriend, the feeling of the forbidden, the emotional infidelity, the betrayal made it hotter for my kinky dangerous sex perversion. Now, months later, when I think about it, I still have a one-second orgasm, and I wonder if this happens to other people as well. I feel an orgasm, a quick tiny yet vibrantly intense orgasm as if it were happening again.

Roxanne - Age 18

My first sexual experience with a boy was when I was babysitting a neighbor. I was 14 at the time and had been masturbating for several years but never let anyone know what I was doing in the bathroom for so long.

Tommy was 6 or 7 years old at the time and like all boys, never ran out of energy. One time it got real quiet and so I went to find him and there he was in his bedroom with his pants around his feet and he had a very stiff penis.

Without being embarrassed Tommy said "Look it's hard". Well I did look and although surprised and embarrassed I could not look away.

I felt my pussy twitching after a few moments and so I asked him if he knew what the difference was between girls and boys, when he could not answer I took my clothes off.

At first he was scared and his penis got soft and very small but after we were both naked I asked him to touch me and we touched each others bodies all over, it took little caressing to make him hard again and I showed him that it felt good to rub his penis between my fingers, he knew this already and showed me how he did it with his fist wrapped around it. I must have turned bright red.

I showed him what my pussy looked like when I spread my lips, then I pointed out that I could put my finger inside the hole I had down there. It took little convincing that he should try to put his penis into the hole and when he did I had my first real orgasm before he began pumping me. This went on for about 4 or 5 minutes I think and then he just stopped and said he was tired.

I made sure he got dressed and then I got dressed and went downstairs. I was trembling with fear and excitement, what if he told his parents or what if I had got pregnant, I know now that it was impossible but at 14 I was not so sure.

Well Tommy never told his parents, I told him that we could do it again sometime if he could keep it a secret and he did. and we did, about a hundred times that year and the next. But just before my 16th birthday we moved to another state, that was two years ago and I never saw him again but I have a boyfriend now and we are going to get married but my fantasy is to see Tommy again and relive the first time we got naked together.

Rox

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