Sunday Starts

by Disco

We're going to change the blog so that the first blog post of the week is on Sunday (which is really the first day of the week, anyway.) This week's topic is lingerie!

Oh, lingerie, lingerie, how I love thee... Now. I think there is a small difference between what lingerie makes me feel sexy and what lingerie makes a man pop a big one. In my experience, men like to see their lady in a pair of undies and a t-shirt - this is sexy enough.

But what do I think is sexy? The sexiest thing in the world, to me, is a garter belt and stockings. Stockings with a seam right up the back, even if they're nude coloured stockings. I don't own stockings and a garter belt, I should but I've been too self-conscious to wear them. It's a thing it seems only girls with great thighs should do.... But maybe I'm wrong.

Another thing I love is a long, floor-length, silk nighty that flows around your legs when they're freshly shaven - and I love wearing this with nothing underneath. That is also sexy to me.

Finally, heels. Heels with the silk nightie, heels with the stockings, heels with a corset or a demi-cup bra (both things I love,) or heels just by their lonesome. Just you. In heels. Not really lingerie, but... Oh, well.

The thing I love most about lingerie is the power it gives you, the confidence it gives you. If you are wearing a nice, matching black lace bra and panty set underneath whatever you are wearing, it doesn't matter at all, you will feel empowered. You will feel special. You will feel sexy, and good about yourself. It's magic.

Men's lingerie? I'm not so sure on it. I like my men in boxer-briefs. Boxers are too juvenile, briefs are too small. Boxer-briefs do it for me. I haven't really experimented much with men's thongs or so on... Don't really know if I would be turned on by it. I might be turned on by a guy comfortable enough to do it for me... But then I would have a laugh and pull those suckers right off.

Now, I also have come to believe that panties. Should be worshipped. This is weird, I know, but you see Jack had a panty fetish. Well, still does. He loves nothing more than panties - all panties, everything from regular cotton briefs to pearl thongs. He loves lace, colour, cuts, all of it. He loves it all. He loved them so much, if we started making out he would always ask to see what pair I was wearing that day - it just got him going bad. I didn't own any thongs when we were dating, and one day he gave me money and took me to the store and told me to pick out five thongs for myself. He loved them. And he would worship them - in the process of undressing, the underwear never. Ever. came off with the pants or leggings or whatever else. The underwear was always left on, the waistband was snapped, the pussy was played with through them. The underwear was a crucial step - and often, it never came off, he would slide it aside and fuck me with them on.

There's something that makes you feel sexy and special when somebody pays attention to your panties like that... I don't know what it is. I guess it's because I pick out my underwear for someone if I think they're going to be seeing them. Before Jack, if they just pulled them off and chucked them to the side, I wouldn't care. Since Jack, I miss it. I want someone to worship my panties. When a man pulls my thong off right with my pants, I feel like it's a waste - something didn't go properly. I feel disappointed. I want to show off. I want my effort to be appreciated. I want to tease you.

If a guy doesn't have a panty fetish, I wonder 'What is wrong with him?'

I have been opened to the power and the beauty and the sexuality of lingerie. Just talking about it makes me wet, really. Wearing it drives me nuts. And I want my wearing it to drive its audience nuts, as well!

Waiting For My Time To Come

by Disco

The waiting game. How do I feel about the waiting game. Well, obviously, as I've said before I believe that the waiting game can work if implemented by a woman with a guy you actually like. Now, let me explain why this is both cool and not cool.

Say you're on a date with a guy, early on in your time together, and you realise that you get along with them but you just don't see yourself really dating them, and actually getting involved with them. That's when you can hike up your skirt and get to playing early, because if he bails on you, it's no big thing, and if he's good in bed, you didn't miss out.

Now, say you're on a date with a guy, early on, and you realise you could see yourself getting involved with them, and really liking them - and maybe one day loving them. You really want to see where things could go. Then, keep your panties on honey. In my opinion, them goods best be kept in the cupboard. You have to keep him wanting more. In my experience, if you keep them wanting more for a while you are more likely to get them in the end. And I think they do enjoy that chase. Plus it gives you a little time to really cultivate a connection that isn't based purely in penis-vagina bonding. You have time to bail out before you start getting your sexual feelings confused with your more substantial feelings. And the tension just builds until finally that one night, every little touch is something you've been yearning for...

Oh, goodness, just had a little moment.

OK, thinking cap back on. Now! What's not cool about this is that this is really only works in a female-to-male scenario, when in the context of a heterosexual relationship. If your man isn't trying desperately to get in your pants, I think that is a pretty universal sign that he's not all that into you. Sure, he can be respectful - and that's much appreciated. But it's much appreciated after he tries a little bit, you say no, and he backs off. Then you've got a good one, and you know he wants you. The man should be in pursuit. This is awful and reveals me to be such a traditionalist, but I do believe the man enjoys pursuing and the woman should let him enjoy the chase. That being said, I do think the woman ultimately has control and is really the one doing the pursuing, when it comes down to it - you flirty little minxes, you.

Now! Outside of the context of a heterosexual relationship, I can't really speak. I would be interested to learn the rules of the waiting game in different cultures and men who actually enjoy being pursued as opposed to pursuing and all kinds of you rule-breakers out there. I just know that this is a formula that has been out there for thousands and thousands of years and there must be a damned good reason why it hasn't gone away. I know many, many couples who started out with the woman putting a stop-hold on sex until later and they are very happy now. One couple, the man even said he's not sure he would've stuck around if his girlfriend had slept with him early on. She made him wait three months.

So, I am using this technique right now. Liam, the Irish electrician from the other post, has come to see me twice more since our delicious night of making out that to this day makes my stomach flop. He saw me for drinks on Wednesday, and then Friday night he came over for an unplanned night of - well, it was supposed to be cards but he didn't bring them. I told myself I would let him go further than last time, but not much further. In the end, he got quite I bit further.

Our makeout session started out pretty PG until the sucker unhooked my bra in one swift move with one hand. It was so quick and light, for a second I thought my bra had just broken! We made out against the bed, he rolled me over on top of him on the floor, he pulled over on top of me - he followed my every movement and I tried to follow his and it was just this cohesive dance across the entire span of the room, he didn't fight me on anything. We were both topless, and he tried to get down my pants with his hand but I wasn't letting him, until I finally gave in and let him dive in - over the panties, of course.

He moved me around, stood me up, pulled me over onto his lap on the bed. He moved my hips against his, he rolled me over onto my back - it was two hours of incredible, passionate fun and I got so into it, at some point I let him finger me... he was so deep it almost hurt but felt so good... I stopped him before I came. I didn't want to go that far yet.

He cuddled me for a good half hour after that, stuck around as long as he could before he had to go - even longer, actually, after a half hour he tried to leave but I asked for five more minutes and he gave me twenty. On his way out, I gave him a nice hot kiss to send him away with. He let go of the door he was holding open, pushed me back against the wall, pinned my arms down and made me so wet. I would have let him do anything to me he wanted right then, so I was glad he left.

The waiting game seems to be working for me, he's been sticking around and seems to like me quite a bit. He let me know that was probably the most intense session he's ever had where clothes stayed in tact - I told him to wait until they came off. Let me tell you, it is taking a ton of willpower not to just mount this man and ride him all night but I have got to keep it cool, keep it light, keep him wanting more. In the meantime, it's kind of a lot of fun. I feel like a fourteen year old girl, and it's really a good time... Let's hope it keeps getting better from here.

Loves the luscious ladies….Sort of.

By Glitterbella

LIke camping could keep me from posting! Better late then never ;) - Glitter

I'll just straight out say this. I fantasize about girls a lot. Pretty much a 50/50 split between woman and men, depending on my mood and how the current object of my affection has behaved. However, thinking about girls, while makes me hotter then hell, can't finish me off.

I remember (vaguely) my first girl on girl kiss. it was soft and fun, and definitely more enjoyable then the kiss of the guy I was dating at the time. It, like Disco, stated out as part of a truth or dare game. I think. That whole year is sort of blurry. I know I kissed/made-out with several other girls that year but nothing below the waist.

Around this time rumours that I was a lesbian started circling. I recently found out that they were started by my best friend at the time (maybe that's part of the reason we haven't talked in four years.) She may or may not have started the rumour I had a threesome with her and some guy, that I also only recently found out about. Oh well. C'est la vie, I guess

The next girl I remember kissing clearly, was, my ex boyfriends slash boyfriend at the time's best friends girlfriend. We made out at prom, strictly to get the boys to make out. I gotta say, seeing the two guys kissing was way more of a turn on then kissing her.

The next time, I've mentioned before, briefly, in my unsafe sex post as my "Mistake from Last Fall". Now I guess it's time for *some* details!

My friend, who I'll call….."Anna" invited me over to her apartment to play strip poker with her and some friends, including her fiance "Mark". It turned out, however, that I was the only one on the guest list besides them, and they didn't even have a deck of cards. So we hang out, Mark has a few beer, and have have some Sourpuss. Anna starts taking off her clothes. Before I knew it, we were all naked and in the shower. We eventually moved to the bed, but the weird thing is, even though Anna and I made out and touched each other, we didn't do anything below the waist. I call it a 2.5 some, just as awkward as a threesome, but without the actual 3 people all together. It was basically like we took turns having sex with him. Boooooo-ring! Best thing that came out of this is i realized I didn't WANT to have sex with her, which I thought I had when she started taking off her clothes. Made me think a lot of random thoughts. Mostly about boobs. And penises.

So there you have it. Most of what I can remember about being with girls…And it can be all summed up with Boobs are fun, girls are good kissers, but I like penis =^.^=

The Girls

Oh no! Glitterbella has gone camping this weekend and will not be making a post on this week's subject! You'll just have to get by on a two-girl diet...

by Disco

Do I have experience with girls? Yes.

I remember my first girl-on-girl kiss was actually a girl-on-girl-on-girl kiss. During a game of Truth or Dare it somehow came about that the dare was to kiss two girls at once. So me, Aliza and I think it was Rachel, all made out in this weird simultaneous tongue massage. This was about seventh grade.

At the same time, I had a major crush on my friend Helen. It was my first crush on a girl, and it sort of freaked me out. I wondered if it was even OK for a girl to like another girl that way - but I never did or said anything about it and over the years, Helen and I drifted apart.

Then for a while, I did the usual fooling around with girls that girls do. Kissing each other drunk, squeezing each other's breasts - mostly in jest.

After this came Jojo. Jojo and I actually dated for 2-3 months, I told my mom about it, she was alright with it, and Jojo and I were cool. We even used to make out in XTC's room with 10 minute limits. We never got very far, Jojo never tried to touch my pussy or anything, and I was too scared to make the first move, but we had some upperbody play and some very heated makeouts. But then Jojo turned out to be absolutely psychotic and I broke up with her. Psyyyyychooooo....

Since Jojo, there hasn't been many ladies in my life. I wouldn't be opposed to any ladies, and going further with them - I even know a girl who went all the way with her best friend, just because they both wanted to see what it was like, not because of any romantic attraction - and I am also very curious about what that is like. It is somewhat like when you're 13 and you know you like boys, but you're still scared about giving your first blowjob or having sex for the first time. No different - just taking me longer to get there. If I do. My girl-crushes are much more rare than my boy-crushes, although they do happen.

My only celebrity girl-crush has been on Lady Gaga, actually, though. Once, I was having sex with Jack very near the end of our relationship and for some reason, I could not get into it. I closed my eyes, and imagined that it was Gaga eating me out instead... I came almost instantly. Gaga is actually probably the only celebrity of any sex I have had any fantasies like that about, and sometimes I even fantasize about her when masturbating. I don't know what it is about her, but imagining how her skin feels... gets me every time.

Personally, I think it's very healthy to be open to people of all sexes in the search for love, or lust. People are people, and I believe anybody can fall in love/lust with anybody at any time. I do have a general understanding through some experimentation and noticing my own reactions as to which way I will probably go, but I think being 100% straight or 100% gay really closes you off to many beautiful opportunities to have incredible moments with other human beings. I would welcome those opportunities.

"Tonight's just one blast from the past after another"

By XTC

Homo-sexuality and bi-sexuality are topics that I became curious about at a relatively early age. I always appreciated the female body, and would commonly look at women that I did not know as a girl. At one point, this slightly worried me. As I grew up and became more informed on such topics, I began to feel comfortable with this.

I am not a lesbian, nor do I even consider myself “bi”... I find women attractive, but I have never felt an urge to actually engage in sexual acts with them or to date them. Dating is something appeals to me only when concerning men.

This was questioned recently. Without getting into a lot of info, I found myself shockingly sexually attracted to a random female television character. I still do not know why. There was just something about her... her voice, her poise; it was just one of those things. I denied this at first, but one night while masturbating I allowed myself to think of her some and it turned me on a lot. Since it was so successful, I have done it on other occasions since then as well.

Although this has caused me to requestion my attraction to women, I still do not imagine myself having sex with a woman, or dating one. However, I do not absolutely rule out the option. Life is very unpredictable.

Like most college girls I have had some slight experimentation with girls. I have kissed almost every single one of my friends, but it was never in an “I want you” type of way. It was usually more so just something to do when you’re bored and drunk and want to be fun and risky.

There is one story though... one story that has to be shared. The same week that I lost my virginity (in fact, the morning of, technically) I went to the province I grew up in for a family wedding. I wanted to catch up with some old friends, so I headed over a day before the rest of my family and stayed at my old best friends’ place. We will call her Mandy.

Mandy failed to tell me that she was a lesbian, prior to my arrival. So much for staying in touch, eh? I just got there and saw her holding hands with a girl and was like, “Well then!” I was happy for her, of course, but just caught a little off guard.

That evening, Mandy invited over some friends for drinks in her basement. A typical girl’s night. The only catch was that all of these girls, liked other girls, and I had no idea. Turns out, the entire party was a ploy to get me hooked up with a girl, we will call her Jenny, who had apparently thought I was cute for awhile.

After a few rounds of truth or dare and way more alcohol than I had ever drank before, I was left alone with Jenny to spend the night in the basement living room. Needless to say, she made some moves. I was not at all into it though... I don’t consider this necessarily a sign that I could never be aroused by a woman... but definitely that woman. Maybe she just wasn’t my type?

A lot of the encounter is blurry. I mainly remember just wanting it to stop. The furthest we got was making out and a bit of fingering. I don’t remember how well the kissing was, but I do recall disliking the finger action. She had long nails and did not know how to work them... ouch. Finally, I got her to stop, and completely passed out. The next morning I had to hungoverly go to my a very Christian family wedding. Good times!

If the opportunity was to arise again, I may go for it. As I stated, I am not opposed to anything, really. So I guess that only time will tell! But if some more girlongirl action DOES happen in my future, I hope that it goes a lot better than in the past.

"Now... Do My Bottom."

by Disco

This is my story of how I came to love anal sex.

Jack and I had a friend, I'll call him Coyote. Coyote was talking one day about how he loves anal sex because it's a good substitute during his lady's Time of the Month. Jack and I were both disgusted.

Jack was, at one point, so disgusted that the mention of anal sex would cause him to lose his boner. Anal sex - and Coyote - became a running joke between us for a couple months. Then, one day, Jack says to me "All of this talk about anal sex has actually made me curious about it." And, suddenly, he wanted to try it.

I said to him something similar to what Glitter would say to a man who wanted to up-the-bum her. I said, "You can fuck me in the ass when I can fuck you in the ass."

This shut him up for a couple more months.

And then, suddenly, he asked me if I would actually be interested in pegging, and if I were sincerely interested in pegging, he would be sincerely open to fulfilling my fantasy. Provided I also fulfill his. And thus got me thinking about it. I did research, I watched that episode of Sex and the City where Charlotte is contemplating letting a guy do her anally and the four of them have a whole discussion about it in the back of a cab about five times, I let him start experimenting with rimming and fingers, etc.

So, months and months after this, I was tied up, I was really into the moment, and I told him to just go ahead and do it. Just fuck me in the ass. So, slowly, and gently, and with much direction, he did. It was the first and only time I have had anal sex. It was very painful, but also it was good.

I remember the next day feeling slutty because of it. We broke up not long afterward and I remember thinking, what an awful waste - to give that to somebody and have them leave you. It was, somehow, more important to me than my vaginal virginity.

But then, my dildo became friendly with my ass. And suddenly I loved ass play. Loved it! Didn't have anybody to share it with anymore, but loved it even on my own. I started small, and I got bigger, until I could comfortably fit a whole dildo inside. Initially, it was only an accessory to the real stimulation of clitoral rubbing, just allowing a bigger and quicker orgasm. It wasn't until one day I was cybering with Jack - a cyber in which he told me what to do, and I did exactly what he said, no more no less - when he told me to fuck myself in the ass with the dildo but not to touch my pussy. The combination of what had happened before, doing exactly what he told me, and just the delicious feeling of it was the first time I came from purely ass play.

I never looked back. I routinely play with my ass. I even like anal porn at this point, something I once loathed. And I think the moral of this story is that those things which repulse you, if you open your doors to them and throw away some of your conditioning to be 'pure' and 'good,' may one day bring you deep pleasure. And there is nothing wrong with that.

IMPORTANT NOTE:

Anal sex is a high-risk sexual activity, and is very high-risk when performed without protection. The ass is a very delicate place; rips, bleeding and tears are easily inflicted as well as damage to the sphincter muscles. Many diseases are easily contracted during anal sex. Outside of the possibility of physical damage and diseases, as well as regular STDs and HIV/AIDS, anal sex may be linked to anal cancer. Anal sex should, under all circumstances, be done consensually, safely, and gently, with much proper lubrication. I believe the saying regarding lubrication for anal sex is 'If you think you have too much, add more.' On top of all of this, avoid cross-contamination always. Do not move an object (be it a penis, a toy, or a finger) into the vagina or mouth after it has been in the ass without first changing condoms or cleaning the area, as this can lead to infections &c.

Maybe maybe maybe

By Glitterbella

So, Anal. Not something I've ever been particularly intersted in trying, I have enough issues with my digestive track without the addition of foreign objects.

Maybe someday. Maybe when I get married? I had that thought before, and used it as an excuse on an ex who wanted to try (that was the first one, the second one was, "not till I get to do you first", which thoroughly disturbed him. Almost as much as it would if he knew I was posting things like this about our relationship) He did convince me to let him use his finger, which felt like I was going to the doctor for a check up. Not pleasant.

The married thought comes from my semi traditional background, where woman are expected to be virgins when they wed. Clearly, I am not. Maybe that's something to save, a virgin ass?

Maybe something like what happened to XTC will happen to me (the surprise part) and I'll end up liking it. Until then, I'll save it for my husband. If he's in to it.

Wrap It Up

by Disco

Unsafe sex? Oh, my.

Have I had it? Yes. Two guys. One, when I lost my virginity, as we've spoken about. MISTAKE. MIS. TAKE. If I could mulligan that, I totally would.

The other guy was Jack. Jack and I had an interesting issue because he was too big for me and he wasn't buying lubricated condoms so it was a bad issue and there was some tearing. At first I thought I had an STD because I was bleeding after sex every time, so I went to the clinic and she tested me but also informed me I had been torn in a few places and that was causing the bleeding. The tests came back negative. She told me to buy lube, so I did.

After that, I'm not 100% sure why the condoms disappeared, but I think I associated them with the discomfort. And we were exclusive by that point, both tested, and I was on the pill. So there was a level of protection going on. After Jack and I broke up, of course, we reverted back to condom use as that promise of exclusivity was gone.

But with the exception of these two gentlemen - one a mistake, one a thoroughly discussed decision with much careful planning and a lot of him asking 'Did you take your pill today?' - I have always had any man wrap it. Now I am not so far as to asking a man to wrap it for a blowjob, although perhaps I should be now if I am going to be doing more of a casual thing... Safety is of the utmost importance, especially in this day & age. I am lucky I've gotten away with it in the past. But I won't bet on luck in the future.

Unsafe sex? Sooooo Guilty

By Glitterbella

From the time i lost my virginity to my most recent sexcapades, I've never successfully use condoms. Like i said, Guilty. When I lost it, I didn't really know better. The next guy, who I really can't believe I didn't get an STD from, I don't really have an excuse for, except I reaaaally wanted to sleep with him. Third Guy, I was in a long term relationship with. And we DID try. But whenever we did, the condom would pop off. Couldn't find a bigger size, and we were exclusive (And he was a virgin - I got tested) so we stopped.

Fast forward 2 plus years. Relationship ends. And I hook up with my "Mistake from last summer" It was delicious never-ending constant sex. Condoms just didn't work with the way we had sex. The only reason he was a mistake is because he is that long term ex's best friend and roommate. Yeah. like I said mistake. Definitely my favourite mistake . Two bad it couldn't last more then two weekends.

My mistake from last fall….The biggest one, in my opinion.I'll skip the details, but alcohol was involved, condoms were not. it was a one night thing, by my choice. I don't like being used. This is the source of the STD I mentioned previously. He won't admit it, but the timing fits, and he lied about his test. The test takes five days. He said he got his results the same day. I call bullshit on that.

And finally, the mistake from 3 weeks ago. I remember asking if he had one, because we had discussed it previously, and we had agreed that we would use one, and it was also decided that he was going to bring it. He didn't. But stupid me, He was a notch I reallllly wanted on my bedpost. Shame it wasn't any good.

Now, in my defence. I am on Depo Provera and have been since just after loosing my virginity. The chances of me getting pregnant are nil. The STD thing….I've learned my lesson (after several lectures from Disco and XTC) and bought condoms for the first time. I will use them for ALL hook ups. But if i'm in an exclucive relationship again...I really can't say I will.

*Boy update*

3,2,1. I am down to ONE boy. Pintsize (Now re-named to Jbear, because I call things I like bear - Just ask my Cat, who must be pretty confused on if he is a cat, bear or man) definately has changed my opinion on him...He now reminds me a lot of "my favorite mistake," ,so theres definately some hope there. And DAMN can that man sing. - G

Wrap yo' Willy o' XTC's Gon' Getcha! Not really... Though..

By XTC

Unprotected sex - Who hasn't done it? At one point or another? If you've always worn one and popped one, well, good for you. Despite what sex ed class may teach you, staying completely protected is not always as easy as it seems.

I, personally, don't find asking for a condom unsexyyyyy... but sometimes when you are caught up in the moment it just doesn't quite come out. Unfortunately, the science-guys have failed to come up with an alternative form of protection that also protects against STIs other than condoms, so I guess we are stuck with them, as awkward as they may be... Lets face it, skin on skin is just SO much hotter. It is a whole other level of intimacy, really, when you truly think about it.

Whenever I do become regularly sexually active I think that it would be fun to maybe try to make condoms more fun. I used to think that condoms that were ribbed, or coloured, or glowed in the dark, etc, were silly... but now that I have grown up more, I understand that it isn't just a dumb marketing scheme... a lot of it is to make people more interested in using them. You've gotta mix it up sometimes!

A lot of my friends think that I'm weird when I say that I would probably rather have sex with a guy than give him a blow job. I have absolutely nothing against giving head and I know that sex is a lot more personal in many ways, but when it comes to preventing illness, sex is technically just as, if not more, safe. With sex, it is at least a LOT more easier for the man to agree to wrapping his willy. How many people use rubber when sucking cock? Honestly? And remember, STIs very easily CAN be spread orally. Babies, however, can not.

The good news is that if you are in a steady relationship where both partners have been tested for any infections or diseases, and preventing pregnancy is the only concern, there are lots of alternative birth control methods. One that has been growing in popularity is a ring that a woman can insert into her vagina that injects the birth control hormone into her directly... but yeah, um, no thanks.

Ever since grade 6 I have been on the birth control pill, for health purposes, so thankfully obtaining that was never a hassle for me when I became sexually active. One issue though, is that most women do not realize just how unreliable it can be. Yes, the box says apx. 99% effective or whatever, but that is only when taken on a completely consistent basis. In other words, if you miss a pill, or are as much as even an hour late for a pill, your birth control may become ineffective! Because in that slight moment where the hormone was not adequately injected into you, your egg may have become pregnancy-ready!

Condoms are also not as reliable as some individuals may assume. Although they are also incredibly effective against pregnancy and STIs, this is only the STIs that they are built to protect against. Infections that can be spread via skin that is outside of the area that the condom covers can easily be caught by a partner; since the condom is not covering that area, it is utterly ineffective. Infections such as this include both public lice and herpes, among others.

Due to these facts, I suggest that when you are in a situation where security is not 100% certain, you implement at least two methods of birth control. For me, it is usually the pill and a condom. Although, I will admit that I am clearlyyyyy not perfect and have had sex without on a condom.

The first time that I clearly remember having sex without a condom was slightly horrific. We switched from vaginal to anal then back to vaginal, which is a big vaginal hygiene no-no... I didn't know this at the time, being younger and less educated. Within three or so days, I became very itchy. I was incredibly worried that I had contracted an STI; the boy who I had slept with had been with quite a few gals, from what I knew. It was definitely a panic-mode time.

To make it even worse, my mother worked AT my doctor's office! So if I was to go in and get a pap test, she would be the one who got the results! Confidentiality aside, that was her job. So I had to go to the local clinic. It wasn't the best experience... in fact, it was horrific. I had only had sex a very very limited number of times and was uncomfortable and nervous... it was so painful, I nearly cried. A nurse had to actually, like, hold my legs down... The results came back clean though, so yay!

Getting tested IS important. A lot of STIs don't show symptoms. For example, apx. 70some% of women who become infected with Chlamydia show absolutely no signs or symptoms, however, the disease still lives on. It can be spread to others and has the same internal long-term consequences. The numbers are almost just as high for Gonorrhea.

I'm assuming that this is one main reason why so many STIs are not detected and are spread so rapidly. They don't teach this stuff in sex ed class, even though I definitely think that they should!

As for pregnancy, well, I honestly am not sure WHY that is so high... especially in this city, bleh. Other than the misuse of birth control and condoms, I'm going to assume that the issue is more-so of a social one. Thattttt issue is a whole other blog.

All in all, have safe sex folks! Do it. Yup. Don't learn your lesson the hard way because sometimes, there is no going back. Remember that. But also remember that you are human, and we all fuck up.

PS: You CAN catch STIs from toilet seats, so get tested even if you haven't had sex in awhile. BLEH. I know it sounds like a myth, but it's true y'all! I feel slightly nauseated now at the thought of that, ginger ale and Big Brother time!

Size/shape? Does it really matter?

By Glitterbella

Sorry this is late, I had company this weekend.

Unless the gentleman in question has a Micropenis, or he doesn't know what he is doing and isn't willing to admit it, does size really matter? I don't think size, or shape really does. As for the just look of a penis, there are more interesting things to look at just to the North. I do agree with Disco that thickness is more important then length, trimming is the polite thing to do (particularly if your going to insist I shave completely. I am NOT a child, and I don't find it attractive, on myself or others). As for circumcision, I've been with one guy that was unclipped, and it made certain things difficult or painful(hand jobs, blow jobs, sometimes even sex). Better to nip it and not worry about it, I think.

*Boy update*

"Martin" is totally outta the picture. I'm not a guy chaser, and the sex wasn't worth it.

"Pintsize" and I sat together at work yesterday. It was a lot of fun, and he seems like he's actually interested in me, not just sex, like I thought before. We ended up talking until 5 am this morning.

"Steve" and I still haven't met, but we are still talking a lot. Maybe not as much as we were, but we still plan on meeting up soon.

More soon - G ;)

Upsized

by Disco

Do I have penis preferences? Yes, I do. I don't know Glitterbella's opinion on this one, but I am not in perfect agreement with XTC. I have a definite perfect penis ideal.

Why? I will admit that my perfect penis ideal is primarily for aesthetic reasons. Aesthetically, it turns me on. I know that a guy of any size can work his wand and perform magic but if I'm going to hold it, stroke it, suck on it, and just plain look at it I have some preferences for how I like it to be.

1) Preferably between six and eight and a half inches. Why? The real reason: I like the challenge of a longer dick in a blowjob, but when it gets too long it gets painful.

2) Thick. This is more important than length, really. I don't want to feel like I'm inserting a tampon. Preferably it's gonna be a nice, substantial dick. It definitely won't need to be a two-hander but just good and solid.

3) Trimmed. I like the hairs around the dick and the balls to be trimmed. Manscaping is a big plus for Disco. This is primarily for oral reasons although it does appeal visually as well. I will note that I said trim. I don't dig shaved. I'm not into the prepubescent look.

4) Circumcised. Yes, I have a preference. And I prefer circumcised. I've been with guys who were circumcised and guys who weren't circumcised and I totally advocate for the former. I find it easier to deal with, I find it on the whole more sanitary, more pleasant to have in the mouth, and most of all nicer looking.

Now I won't argue with anybody who loves short thin bushy uncircumcised penises. It's totally a preference thing. But this is my fantasy penis. Have I ever met him in real life? Yes. Would I like to meet him again? Double yes. This is the penis I want in every way. Any other penis I will accept in the hopes that the man behind the penis can use it. But this. This is the cock I will worship.

The Bigger the Better?

By XTC

After work tonight I am going to post another blog discussing my recent... activities... and my emotional-challenge situation that Disco mentioned previously. But for NOW, I am going to focus on this week's topic.

Size. The ever-debated question. We are obsessed with size. Jean size, bra size, penis size, etc.

To me, size is not a huge issue (no pun intended). I am very much so a "it's all in how you work it" kinda gal. Of course, it is good if the guy is bigger then his fingers... But he doesn't have to be huge. In fact, I prefer that he is not. Since I don't have consistent sex, usually when I do, it hurts at first, so if the guy is very big it is incredibly painful for me. Maybe if I was with the same guy on a regular basis, I may better appreciate the largeness, but for now, I prefer a good average size.

F.U.I.

by Disco

Intoxicated sex... I can tell you a really gnarly story about this one.

Back when I was dating George (which, if you read this post you'll know I was never actually interested in him but instead was semi-pressured/fairly-disturbed at the time) I had a night where I drank too much vodka. Honestly, this was the second time this had happened and I ended up in the bathroom, on the floor, passing out - this is where the fucked up part starts coming in - praying no one would find me so that I could die there. When someone did find me and the ambulance staff arrived, I was too drunk to speak, to do anything to show how I was feeling except scream. That was all I could do. I wanted to tell them, calmly, leave me alone, just put me in my room and leave me alone, I'm fine - but I wasn't able to. I could just scream bloody murder and try to get away from them.

Somewhere in there I passed out and puked a lot of blood and a few hours later I woke up. George witnessed all of this, along with our friend - who I was actually in love with at the time, and who was a very sweet man to me (in fact we later went hitch hiking together) and who I actually wanted to be my boyfriend, not George... not George at all.

But what disturbs me is that George saw all of this. He and the other boy came to the hospital in the ambulance with me, saw me puking blood and vomit, bleeding from the IV, crying, passing out - and hours upon hours later when I woke up and was discharged we went back to his room because nobody wanted to leave me alone, and I tried to go to sleep...

And George coerced me into giving him a blowjob.

Fresh from the blood & vomit campaign, still smelling of it, blood spatters caked on my arms, he had me give him a blowjob, and I hated myself enough that I didn't care anymore, and I did.

One of the worst nights of my life I can remember - so ridiculously sordid. But now that I've gotten that out of the way, and keeping in mind that my first encounter with George, which you can see in the previous post, was also an intoxicated encounter you shall know that sometimes intoxicated sex is a very, very bad idea. It has everything to do with how you feel about yourself, though, because...

During my relationship with Jack, we would sometimes go out drinking together and for a very brief period we smoked weed together (but the ultimate decision was that we didn't like it, as it didn't mesh well with my depression and his aversion to all drugs in an attempt to stay clean from one particular drug he had been addicted to years ago.) When I drink -only a small few and not enough to get me hospitalized - I get very horny and I am also inclined to having a more open mind, like anybody else. And therefore, especially during the beginning stages when my body was still very closed off and I was still very wary about sexual encounters, sex with Disco when she'd had a few was the best sex. And to this day it probably still is. I still love having a few drinks, going home and sending Jack naughty messages. Just-barely drunken horniness and sex can be some of the best and I totally reccomend it, while keeping in mind how it all depends on how you feel about the person you're with but mostly how you feel about yourself. You have to trust yourself, above anything. If you trust yourself, you're free.

No Comment...For now

By Glitterbella

When XTC first mentioned this as the topic of the week, I was like, ugh, I have NOTHING TO WRITE ABOUT. HeadBang. I have had sex after drinking, but never after drinking to the point of intoxication. I don't do drugs, so thats out.

I thought. Sure I could write about the last time I had sex. It was certainly disastrous enough to count as intoxicated sex. However, I only had a few drinks before, and I certainly and sadly remember it all.

I thought harder. Some memories from a party when I was sixteen. Oddly, considering the date, a Canada day party. I recall sitting on a bed, which my best friend who I'll call Beth and Mitch, a guy I had a thing for. I refused to have sex with him, because he was a player and a dirtbag and we didn't have a condom. Instead I moved to touch her, and he wrenched us apart. We hadn't even kissed at that point. I left the room shortly after that, and I'm pretty sure she had sex with him. I didn't ask, she didn't tell. That same night I borrowed a shirt from the host, a male friend of mine. Unfortunately I also made the mistake of changing in front of him. This was SEVEN years ago, and HE still talks about it, lately he has been trying to convince me to have a threesome with him and his fiancee. Been there, done that. (Re, Last time I had sex.)

Again, later that same night (yeah, it was a long one- an all nighter matter of fact) I was laying in a bed with Beth, Mitch and another guy and an another girl ( five people in a double bed...comfy! Not). Mitch was laying in between me and Beth and I remember him attempting to turn me on. Putting my hand on his lap, so I could feel his boner (I forever referred to him as pencil dick after that), eventually he put his hand down my pants (super baggy men's Army pants from the Army surplus store, shouldda gone with tight jeans!) and attempted to finger me. I say attempted since he was SMASHED and I was really turned off. Painful combo, if you get my drift.

After that night I didn't drink for a long time. Until I was legal, to the best I can remember. And on my 19th birthday I was in a long term relationship with a lightweight. He didn't enjoy drinking, and we lived in a city where I had very few friends my own age, and he had several. We drank with them a few times, but whenever we got home he would go straight to bed. In the other bedroom. (Oh, conservative parents, who knew I'd be grateful you insisted on a two bedroom!)

So I guess, I really have to say “No Comment” until further examination of the issue. I have a “date” on sunday, but apparently he doesn't like drinking either. We shall have to see. And I use quotes because I really like this guy, and I have a feeling that it could just be a hook up. Oh well.

Under the Influence

by XTC

Most of my sexual experiences have involved intoxication of some sort. This is not something that I am necessarily proud of; in fact, I wish that this were not the case. I’m sure that sex while drunk is useful to help spice up the bedroom of many couples, and it may be fun if you finally snag that hot guy at the bar you’ve been eyeing all night. However, personally, it isn’t my thing. Maybe this will change in the future, but the sexual experiences that I have had while drunk were not exactly anything to brag about the next day.

My first drunken sexing occurred on my eighteenth birthday. I had just moved away for college and into my dorm. As fate had it, my birthday fell on the weekend that the school’s “dry welcome week” ended. So needless to say, everybody was smashed. The boy was in my room, but there with another girl from down the hall, who I did not really know. I managed to entice him away with my lip ring and handcuffs that he had spotted lying on my window sill.

We should have had sex right there, we should have broken in my new bed. Unfortunately, one of the new friends who I had just made days prior, was a little protective. She refused to let anybody leave the room as a method of preventing me from “making a dumb choice.” Thanks to new residence buildings, however, I had a private bathroom! But then she stole my condoms... As you can see, this was not easy for me. Somehow in my drunken (and I mean drunken) state I managed to remember that a condom was given to me in my residence welcome package.

Needless to say, we had sex on my bathroom floor while all of my friends listened. It wasn’t nearly worth all of the hassle that I went through to get it. Not to sound incredibly prude... but I have been fingered by fingers that were bigger than his penis. It lasted one minute. Or maybe even less. Literally. The only thing that made it not horrrrrrible is that I was still incredibly tight at the time so it didn’t hurt as much as it would have if it would have been with somebody else. Maybe it could have even been decent if it lasted through an entire song.

I don’t remember what he looked like, only that he had red hair. I only got his first name, which I had to be reminded of by my friends. I haven’t seen him since. If you do want to have a drunken one time hook up, I believe that it should be one that you look back on in the future and think, “Wow, I remember that one time when...” It should be an awesome experience. So, basically, my message is not to completely avoid drunken hook-ups, but just have high standards of who they are with. I know that such judgement is difficult while drunk, but it’s just something to keep in mind. There are far too many disease and pregnancy options out there to risk it on horrible sex that you may not even remember the next day.

I should have learned my lesson after that birthday. But sadly, more experiences followed. The most shameful would be the deflowering of my friends’ cousin who came down to visit for a weekend. Thank god she forgave me for that. By the way, don’t ever make that mistake. Not only did I feel guilty and awkward as hell the next day, but I was drunk and sloppy and he was completely inexperienced and we barely knew each other so there was no level of comfort or familiarity. It was one of the worst sexual experiences that I have, and I’m sure that it was not an adequate introduction into the world of sexuality for that poor guy.

The WORST, however, occurred this past school year. I went months without any intercourse. The chance just never came up. I wasn’t exactly looking either... But one night I had a treasure hunt with my friends. After hours of walking around town in the cold we found ourselves at the school pub. I got smashed. By the time I headed home, I had drank two entire pitchers of beer to myself. Keep in mind, that I am usually drunk after one.

A guy who I had sorta been seeing the spring prior decided to call me that night because he was back in town. So I went over to his friends’ places to hang with them for awhile. I couldn’t go to bed while so wasted anyways if I didn’t want to wake with a hangover, and everybody else was asleep because it was a school night.

I will spare the details on how everything happened, but we sort of had a three some of sorts... I’m sure that this topic will arise eventually so I will further embellish on this story then. For now, let’s just say, that it was horrid. The new man was incredibly blessed in the size range and I am tight, and was far too drunk to feel comfortable there or lubricate properly. So so so so painful. I hurt the entire next day, it was worse than when I lost my virginity.

Now that I’ve shared my most horrific alcohol-related experiences, unto something that I DO enjoy - weed. I began smoking weed when I was rather young. There are periods where I barely do it at all, periods where I do it too much, it fluctuates. But one thing that I never did, was have sex while high. I always wanted to... I go through different moods when I smoke, depending on the situation and the weed, etc. But one of those moods is a need to touch everything... and just... enjoy everything.

When this blog first began I wrote about celibacy and how I had actually been celibate for awhile. Well, a couple of weeks ago, that streak was broken. It also happened to be my first time having sex while high.

The man was a guy who I have... history... with, tracing back to many years ago. Certain friends think that it was a bad decision, other friends don’t even know yet, but I’m sure that they would object as well. It may not have been the best decision, but thankfully I have not spent time with him since so it has not turned into a regular thing, or an incredibly complicated situation.

We smoked multiple joints. We’d fool around a little bit, smoke more, fool around more, smoke a bit more, and so on. It was quite... kinky in some ways. The foreplay was amazing. He definitely knows what he is doing! That combined with the enhanced physical feeling due to the weed... utter awesomeness. My only regret is that I didn’t let it continue on for longer until I got to orgasm. I was just impatient and kept wanting more, I guess.

There were a lot of kinkyesque things involved that I quite enjoyed; including rough nipple play, choking, and messy cock-sucking. He asked me to make sure that it wasn’t too much though. I liked it. We tried a ton of various positions and I got a much better sense of what I like best and what I’m not a huge fan of, which was muchly needed.

Before I went there I expected for something sexual to happen. We always had a bit of a desire for each other and he hadn’t been with a girl for a very long time. I guess that you could say that I got what I wanted. I have been stressed out lately, and just prior to that night I was on the verge of exploding. I got to catch up with an old friend, get high and relax, and blow off some physical steam. It was SUCH a relief and I felt absolutely amazing the next day.

Back to this week’s topic specifically, I think that the weed really helped the situation. It made me feel relaxed and comfortable, and I was much more easily aroused because all good feeling was intensified. It should also probably be noted that since I have never had consistent sex I am still quite tight and a lot of the time, sex hurts at first. It should have hurt a lot this time because this specific boy is quite gifted. However, thankfully, it wasn’t too bad at all. I think that part of that may be due to weed’s alleged pain-numbing powers.

SO, to wrap up, although I am not a huge fan of drunken hook-ups, a good smoke before sex is something that I am quite in favour of. In fact, I definitely hope to do it again someday. It’s a grand ol’ fun time!

Textuality

by Disco

My experience with photo sharing/sexting/phone sex/&c. has thus far only been with one person. And so I think it's time I told the story of the man I will call Jack.

I fell in love with Jack in December of 2008. Jack fell in love with me in February of 2009. We dated until April 2009, and broke up, then reunited until I believe January 2010, when we broke up again. And then! Reunited again! [Yes, we're one of those] until Jack fell out of love with me in March 2010. Well, I say that, but he said he didn't know how he felt. Which is what had happened back in April 2009 - and seems to happen when he gets very overwhelmed with other areas of his life.

It was awful, we both cried, I didn't really talk to him for two months. Then, his graduation. I went to his graduation because I had made the promise to, and I went to the little cocktail party he had afterward with his family and some of our friends. I had to leave to the bathroom over and over, crying, and eventually he came back and told me to come up in a couple days and we'll talk about everything before he left (he moved back to British Columbia.) I went up that day, May 22nd, and we made a deal to 'try to try again' in a year. We also had great sex.

The thing is, the sex part hasn't stopped since that day. We have had phone sex twice since then, we've had numerous cyber sex encounters, and several picture exchanges including a promise of pictures for his birthday which I am considering backing out of... But here you can see the context of my experiences with technosex.

Since I began going to school, and he began working, we hardly ever talk to each other. And I now realise I was totally attached to our non-physical sexual relationship. Even if I knew I had no claim to him emotionally, and no real claim to his monogamy physically, I knew he wanted me. I still know he wants me - he makes it rather plain - but the long periods without talking make it feel like... I don't know. It's a confusing situation.

I will admit that over a summer period when he went back to BC and I was still on the other side of the country, we also took part in a NPS relationship and it was great. I'm definitely not saying that it's not awesome.

But I am saying that it can carry the same emotional baggage and can create the same emotional baggage as regular sexual encounters, in my opinion. Sex is, to most people, intimate. Maybe not romantically intimate but it's something you don't share with everybody. A certain level of trust is involved - and especially when you're sharing pictures and the like with somebody who could use those to expose you anytime down the line in your career or marriage or anything. So... obviously these girls were right - the lovely Glitterbella and XTC let me know they thought my continuing of the sexual side of my relationship was a big mistake - but am I going to stop? I don't know.

I do want to stop scratching this scab and let that wound heal. But more than that, I love him and I don't want to lose him for good.

Edit: Talked to Jack since making this post, we've cleared the air and I feel alright about the situation again. Also, we then had really good cyber sex. Gotta go change my sheets!

Non-physical Sex? Yes please!

By Glitterbella

Sorry this was late....there was some booze related activities last night!

I'll get this out there right now. I LOVE non-physical sex (or NPS for short). Sure I love the real stuff more, but NPS is kinda sexy and theres a bit of riskiness to it. Plus, it can make up for a lover that isn't skilled the the bedroom department. Or is traveling/living in a different city.

There are several kinds of NPS, cyber sex (Cybering) cam shows, phone sex and sexting. I don't enjoy is sexting as much as the others, but it can certainly help pass the time, particularly if your somewhere where the others are not an option. Like at work, hehehe.

I don't know why, but I've always loved cybering. Since way before I should have I was on line in chat rooms. It feels sexy and dangerous and sort of forbidden at the same time. I honestly enjoy cyber sex or even phone sex more then masturbating without it. Cybering is best done over IM like MSN or Yahoo, if you know the person, or by googling Adult chat rooms if your looking for some one to play with. Related (sort of) to cybering is Cam shows. These are fun, but I don't find the penis to be very arousing when its on cam. Sorry Gents. I did one last week with a male friend of mine (Soon to be more?? Maybe!) and it was fun. Wish MSN had played along. But since it didn't, I now have an actual recording of him – and he has one of me. Normally this would bother me, but since it wasn't exactly my face, I'll deal.

As for phone sex, I enjoy it enough that I considered signing up to be a phone sex operator. But then I was like, what if it ruins it for me? What if doing it with strangers all day takes away from my personal enjoyment? My current “thing” doesn't like it, so I haven't done it in a while, so maybe I will sign up - who knows, it would be an experience! And would help pay for the 3 bedroom my roommate and I want.

Sort of related is also my writing fanfiction. SMUTTY SMUTTY fanfiction ;) I don't know how per say it's related but it feels weird leaving it out...Maybe we should have a week talking about sex and technology?

I've been told that doing these sorts of things makes me a slut. I don't really care - I don't do them for other people, I do them for ME. I enjoy them. And that's what matters.

Phonography - Yup, There Are Even Pop Songs 'Bout It!

By XTC

Proceed with caution: We’re all honest individuals here. I am going to warn you, prior to reading this blog entry, that I am going through an intense period of PMS right now. I was supposed to begin my period today but haven’t so far and it’s just pretty bad. Tonight I have cried to random happy songs, laughed hysterically at a video of a kitten getting hit by a bigger cat, and had the urge to beat the shit out of somebody. I’m not a violent person. I need new birth control pills. Ones with better regulators... I also dislike these hot flashes. They suck. ANYWAYS I just thought that I would warn you of this because it mayyyy come across in my entry.

So! Sex through technology. What isn’t through technology now? Seriously. I did a little bit of research on this topic using recent news. Guess how I found those news articles – on the internet.

(I mayyyy be kind of distracted with texting people about how horny I am right now, but it fits well with the topic, so I’ma stick to it...)

First of all: What IS non-physical sex? Obviously it includes various forms of sexual interaction through methods other than physical contact, such as telephone, texting, the internet, etc. I’m not sure what the dictionary definition is, such a thing is kind of hard to define, but I consider it to include both discussion sexual matters though words, such as explaining what you would like to do to the other person, etc., or sending/receiving sexual photographs.

I came across an article discussing how the city of New York is in the progress of implementing a new school policy to help prevent sexting and cyber bullying.

Clearly, cyberbullying is an ever-growing phenomenon that needs to have action taken against it. But sexting? Is it really THAT big of an issue? (PS: If you haven’t already figured it out, sexting involves sending sexually explicit text messages.)

The punishment that they are proposing is rather severe. Students caught sexting can receive not only a board meeting with their parents but an expulsion from the school for up to 90 days. Clearly such a punishment would have a huge effect on their personal life and school performance.

Although this may seem within decent regulation it must most importantly be noted that these are not small children who are receiving such strict punishments for this act; it is high school students as well, ages 16, 17, 18, etc. I have to ask – If you are at an age where it is legal to have sex who the hell has the right to tell you you’re not allowed to do it via cell phone?

Oh, it gets even worse! Not only is this punishment applicable if you sext on school property, but if you do so off of school time as well! That’s right, even students on summer vacation can be accused and punished if somebody was to report them to the school the following school year.

Naturally, this draws a HUGE line between rules that are in place to enforce that school is merely an educational environment and an invasion of one’s personal privacy and personal rights. I, myself, think that it is complete and utter bullshit. It is ridiculous rules such as this that make teenagers resent school and education in general.

A link to the full article can be found here:
http://wcbstv.com/local/sexting.nyc.sexting.2.1760507.html
But you can also find more info by simply doing a google or youtube search on the topic. As I’m sure you can imagine, there are a lot of opinions circling around this.

In all honesty, I find the occasional raunchy text conversation very beneficial in helping a long night at work fly by.

Tango No. 1

By Disco

My first time... Alright.

My first time I was fifteen years old. I was going to go visit my dad with a friend of mine, I lived in Canada, she lived in Maine, and my dad lived in Texas. I went down for the weekend to my friend's place in Maine before we flew to Texas. That weekend, she had a boy over for the night - I'll call him Frankie. My friend had a major crush on Frankie, but he became much more interested in me and we fooled around when she was out of the room. But, I didn't want to lose my virginity, I had wanted to wait at least a couple more years.

Then, the two of us went to Texas and it was very dramatic. My father is highly emotionally/psychologically abusive and she saw that for the first time (thus beginning to understand me,) and then I was molested by his then-'boyfriend' (a straight man who had sex with him in exchange for being bought alcohol) in a pool.

So, reeling from lack of control in all of these situations, we go back to Maine and I decide I must take control of what people do to my body. I must have the say in who touches me where, and when I want to do what. I just needed to do something to assert some kind of control. So I got Frankie to sleep with me, because I thought it was my decision and I had the control.

We didn't use a condom. We were interrupted three times by her mother. We never even took our clothes off, he just pushed my panties to one side. Worst of all, there was cat hair everywhere and it kept getting on our mouths and eyes... I regretted it immediately afterward and did not have sex again until...

I went to university. I got high. I got drunk. I fucked a guy, we'll call him George. George fell madly in love with me after this - I woke up the next day like 'God, I had sex with George? What the fuck?' I thought nothing else would happen.

For the record, I was also in a very very disturbed mental state, this is around the time I hardly ever left my room, I wrote on my walls during panic attacks, I was still a cutter, I had attempted suicide a couple times, I thought everybody hated me - I was in a bad way.

So George falls madly in love with me, and two mutual friends begin begging me on his behalf to give him a chance and date him, please, won't I, please, he really likes you, and blah blah. I felt like they were saying, we're his friends, not yours, we care how he feels, not you, and we won't be your friends if you don't do this. So I did it.

After I started dating him, I found out I took his virginity - something I told myself I would never do to somebody - and he had had a girlfriend at the time and left her to be with me. Our relationship was miserable, barely lasted, and I wish I had been a stronger person at the time to tell these people to fuck off. I tried very hard to feel a connection to him, I tried everything I could to forge one and I couldn't. So, I broke it off. He didn't speak to me for three months.

So, that's how I gave my virginity and took a virginity. I wish I had waited. I wish George hadn't have been such a tool and had waited for his own girlfriend, who he later went back to. Basically, I think losing your virginity should be like getting a tattoo. Think about it, think about it hard and for a long time and remember that this memory, and this person, is going to be a part of you for the rest of your life. Make it worth it. Don't lose your virginity because you don't want to be the last one left, or because you just want to start having sex, as opposed to being in a relationship or love. Do it because it means something, because no matter what, it's going to be a meaningful moment that you have to carry forever. Don't rush into it.