One more erotic real life sex experience was shared by my office colleague S how does she feel sex for the first time.
The first time I had sex was one of the most amazing things that have ever happened to me. It was wonderful, memorable, and a great part of a loving relationship.
None of those good things had anything to do with the first act of penetration.
They had everything to do with desire, and intimacy, and the joy of sharing something new and intense with someone I loved.
I remember many, many sexual firsts. Most were clumsy. All were magical.
The first time I held hands with my first boyfriend, I was eighteen I still treasure the memory. The hesitant curl of his pinkie finger. The electric brush of his fingerprints on my palms.
It took me months to gather the courage to kiss him, or for him to gather the courage to kiss me we both think the other leaned in first. Our first kiss was warm and wet and strange. At the end of the evening, my whole body shivered with the newness and wonderfulness of it all.
The first time my fingertips brushed his nipples, I felt unbearably shy and pulled back. He shivered and told me he liked it. I got more and more confident.
The first time he reached into my underwear and touched the inside of me was intense. His fingers were rough and uncomfortable. I was crazy about him and couldn’t wait to do it again. Over the next few weeks, he learned exactly where to touch me, and I learned how to come.
I remember every one of these first touches. I could write for pages and pages and I wouldn’t capture all of the wonderful things that I remember. They’re all different and magical.
The electric tingle of my nerves. The hope and hunger in his voice, “can I touch you?” The shortness of my breath and the tension in my lungs and the openness of our bodies.
The first time he penetrated me, my muscles clenched uncomfortably and I moved my hips out of rhythm. “How does anyone enjoy this? I wondered, even though I’d been desperate to have him for months. He told me afterwards that he had felt horribly nervous and overwhelmed.
Still, we were crazy for each other. We had sex five more times that day, and every time it got better. It kept getting better, in fact, for three more years, and probably could have kept getting better for a long, long time had we not moved to separate countries.
That first relationship set me up to approach sex with confidence and joy.
The first time my current partner touched me felt awkward, ineffective. Still, I thought he was the kindest, funniest man I’d ever met. I wanted to see him again. We drove into a starry wilderness and covered my car windows with steam. I came many, many times.
We’ve had many more firsts: shibari for me, oral sex for him, sex in cars, edging, nameless creative mixtures of edging,bonding,wrestling,
fucking, teasing and playing… it’s a long, long hot list.
There is no “right” or “wrong” way to have sex with someone you really, really want sex with, who really, really wants to share that sexual experience with you.
Have sex that you’ll be glad you tried even if you mess everything up. Have sex you want to keep having until it gets really, really good. Have sex with someone you like to share experiences with, and have sex with someone you can laugh with. Have sex with someone you really love to please.
You’ll get to have so many, many magical first times.
I'm 45 years old, living in the Thane region. I'm interested in meeting a woman or a couple aged between 30 and 39.
