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Cherry-Popping Regrets

9:46 am Tuesday, 7th July, 2015

Maybe the first time you had sex, it was with your long-term significant other; maybe it was with someone you’d just met. Maybe you were 16 and it was…alright; maybe you were 23 and it was totally incredible. Maybe you lost it to a girl; maybe you lost it to a guy. However you did it—on a bed, in a car, upside-down, sideways, fast, slow—your first time was likely a brew of mild discomfort, heightened self-consciousness, and relative pleasure. According to surveys, about 70% of us regret our choice in partner the first time we have sex.
So, what was your first time like? And do you regret it?



Comments
4:51 am Wednesday, 8th July, 2015

I was 16,had just finished my exams, had a batting average of 40+,was blown away by " Sergeant Pepper " album .The sun shone seemingly every day, the lady in question was a 28 year old beauty who took charge of a crass teenager...I hadn't got much of a clue about what I was doing. Do I regret the best summer of my life ? I guess you may know the answer to that one,Maria !

1:43 pm Wednesday, 8th July, 2015

My first time was during a family vacation trip when I was 17 with my parents. We were on vacation by the beach and our neighbor and older british guy in his 30s was nice to me take me to the more party place versus family places. Nice beach or clubbing and bars...one day when I was tanning topless in the beach he put some tanning oil on my body and started massaging me all over if u know what I mean. He took extra time time on my privates which turned me on as he knew what he was doing. Back at my place my parents weren't there and asked him to shower and he offered to go to his place as mine was closed then I got naked and went to the shower. He acted like he wasn't looking and I asked him to join me and we did it after the shower needless to say I worked out a lot with him that summer and was blown away as he was gentle and knew what he was doing. I learned from him but the first few days I had a discomfort but after was an amazing summer for us.

2:05 pm Thursday, 9th July, 2015

The setting couldn't have been more romantic - or improbable: a four-poster bed in a crumbling Gormenghast-like stately home in the Orkneys, where I'd been a student laborer looking after someone's garden for the summer hols. The owner held a big boozy party and some local "talent" arrived on a boat from Kirkwall. Unaccustomed as I was to swilling Polish vodka, I soon became an incoherent wreck on the sofa, at which point something very large, pink, warm and voluminous started licking my ear and uttering the magic words: "Tae hell wi' ma prunshuples....letsh find a bed somewhere......." And indeed there were plenty to choose from......

When I woke up in the morning, I had the worst hangover my tender years had yet experienced, and lying next to me was something that I thought had been a less than erotic dream the night before, but was clearly very much part of reality. It was all rather sad and regrettable, and I wished it had happened with someone more befitting of the setting. Clearly I'd had my beer (or rather, vodka) goggles on. In all likelihood, she must have thought the same about this Gollum-like geeky weed trying to shut out the morning under a pillow.....

The great thing about becoming "mature" is that eventually you can look back on such events with humour. It would have been fantastic to have made love to a beautiful girl of roughly the same age, who would have gone on to become a "significant other", but I suspect that for most people, "first sex" is an embarrassing fumble that is often embellished and elaborated later as a "wonderful romantic experience of youth".......

3:20 pm Thursday, 9th July, 2015

My first was wonderful. I was 20 (yes, late starter), he was a year younger, we'd been dating 10 months, and while we'd done everything but, had held out on actual sex. I had my own place, and while I don't remember the actual details of the day other than The Moment, it was planned and perfect.

5:58 pm Thursday, 9th July, 2015

Hmm boring old me doesn't have an exciting tale or a horror story to share. As being a good girl (not really a girl at all as i was 20 years old) I waited until my twentieth birthday which just happened to be nine days before i married for the first time. My soo to be husband and i planned the whole daynight so it was both relaxed and wonderful. See told you i'm a boring old sod :-) x

5:59 pm Thursday, 9th July, 2015

*soon to be

11:56 am Friday, 10th July, 2015

Not boring at all SSG as it is such a special moment i think more so for a female so i'm glad you had a good and relaxed experience. So many other young ladies don't and i feel that is rather a shame as they seem to be in such a rush in this day and age to get down and dirty. All just for to be the same as their friends or peers whereas waiting to share that time with someone special can make it more memorable.

Oddly being a man we too can take a similar approach as did i. My Ex and i waited until out wedding night to take that step and i'm glad we did as it was very memorable even if after a lot of years we then grew apart, but such is life.

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