I've decided to designate Fridays as the day I will post about sex. I considered Wednesdays (hump day), which would be the obvious day to choose. But since I was in the mood to write about sex today (and I hate being obvious)...well...now you know how my mind works.
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Today's sexual topic is: The First Time You Made Love
I'm sure everyone has fond (or not so fond) memories of that special time and place in your life when you lost your virginity. My husband still gets angry eyes when I mention my high school sweetheart's name (Brent). I suppose I should feel bad about not saving myself for my wedding night, but I don't. (Even now I would hate to think anyone gets married so they can fulfill their sexual urges.)
It was a very special time in my youth and I cherish those memories. Yes, we were young...17. But it was after the advent of the Pill (and I had enough sense to be on it) and before AIDS, so you can see what a magical time in history it was. And your chance of avoiding those other pesky sexually transmitted diseases from another 17 year old virgin was very good.
When I think about it now, I'm surprised we knew what to do. But I guess because we'd been dating since the 9th grade (this had to be the longest foreplay in history) we'd climbed every mountain except one...or would that be a valley? So it was a natural progression. Anyway, I remember it being very nice, well as nice as it can be in your twin bed, hurrying before your Mom gets home from work. But, you know, after a while, the whole "where and when will we do it next and will we get caught" adrenaline rush becomes just as addictive as the sex itself. And once you start...well...there is NO turning back. Not that we ever even considered it.
I guess the most "daring" place we "did it" was in the practice room in the High School band room. Second was out in a field at my grandparents ranch. Of course there were the standard car back seats and my room...(only child, both parents worked.)
There was one thing I hadn't counted on. You see, we were in love...had been for a long time. And we had expressed that love in every way possible. So when I went away to college and he stayed home, and found someone else, well, it was almost like getting a divorce...only my support system didn't understand that. There was no hand-holding and help to get back on my feet like you would get during a real divorce.
It really, really hurt.
But anyway, I digress. Anyone brave enough to tell about their first time? Come on...you can post anonymous if you want.
10 comments:
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Let me think... WAS there a first time? Had to have been, right? Hmmm. Don't know. Not sure I can remember that far back.
(Truth? Those are private memories. But I WILL say this: as a guy I'm still embarrassed about how much I was focused on ME as opposed to HER. It's much better when the focus is on HER.)
CHICKEN! (I like it better when the focus is on her too.)
Karyn - I've got to think about that some... us guys tend to remember *everything* as 'sex'.. Maybe I'll write something about it on my blog... Dunno.. but I will think about it!
Thanks for the link, I hope others enjoy my views.
Well, you know, that's what we called it back in the early 70s..."making love" whether there was any love involved or not. Actually we spelled it differently, "LUV". Yeah, everybody "luv"ed everybody back then. What do they call it now?
Reminds me of a line from a rap song I heard recently, something to the effect of:
"You wanna back that up
Or should I come up on it?"
Very nostalgic. I covered that one briefly in my HDQ from last week. (Hump Day Question). Brought back a lot of memories. Not in a good way, but not in a bad way. Sort of in the way of the omnipotent observer going "Yup, you shouldn't have done that. It'll come back to haunt you in a few years...Dumb Ass, what were you thinking?...Oh, wow. I remember that just sucking wind...". LOL.
Oh wow. Umm....mine's probably a bit disturbing (as are most things in my life). Mine was this guy from church (not kidding). He was way older than me, and was always flirting and stuff. When I was around 16, he'd say things like "Be sure to let me know when you turn 18" and I'd laugh it off. He was a tennis pro, so he was gone a LOT. About 3 months before I turned *19*, he finally showed back up. I said, "I've been 18 for MONTHS now, where were you?"
He totally romanced me. Appetizer at one restaurant, entree at another, dessert at another. It was so neat. Then we went to his apartment and after we were done, I was like, "That's IT?!" Very disappointing, and I had no idea what the big deal was.
And he should have known better. I may have only been 18, but he was 30 and should have had a clue. Selfish bastard.
I got my first french kiss at church. We had an old house next door we'd converted into the youth building and one Halloween party we got a game of spin the bottle going in a back room. I was young...probably 7th grade. It was really slobbery...lol.
The 30 year old knew what he was doing...he waited till you were legal. I agree with you...bastard!
Hope you don't mind that I copied most of your post in my "Sampler" blog.
Sure...no problema...why do I suddenly feel naked and don't know my locker combination?
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