Hey Guys....I was just pondering this question after seeing some guy in Let's Meet Up who wants a woman to take away his virginity....
Now that got me thinking....My first time was with someone really special and I will remember it for the rest of my life.....but some people don't seem to give a shit how they lose their virginity...
What do you all think? Is it special or just the first time of many times and not to be bothered too much with?
Yeah my first time hurt too.....but it was in a hotel room and was all planned with someone that I really cared about and I'm still in touch with him.....it was a really special time....
I was 15, he was 19. We had been together for 8 months and I was gagging for it. Finally he agrees (very scared about my being a virgin and underage) we do the deed... I throw up, immediately afterwards.
Couldn't tell you when this was, unlike some people I know who can tell you the exact date and even the time.
BTW, he told me in subsequent years that he was also a virgin, and that was half his reluctance to do it. No... I didn't believe him either.
All in all... was no big deal to me. But I think it is to most peeps, innit?
I was 16 thought I was in love and should of realised I wasn't when it involved sneaking into the 6th form early one morning and having sex on the pool table!
I was Sixteen and thought i loved him, he was my boyfriend, it was at his house, with his parents downstairs, i'd drank lots of lime and lemon Mad dog and smoked lots of his Dads homegrown weed... so as not to be too nervous! Turns out i was anyway, it hurt like hell, as did a few times after that, but i have no regrets!
Feel bad now, as my first didn't hurt.
He was a sizable lad too. Truth of the matter is, I had had him up to the wrist already.
I thought everyone did manual and oral as a precursor to coitus, turns out some people never do owt but coitus, and then, only do that if they have to.
virginity with a guy, i was still at school.
With a girl 1 was 17 a friend of my mates took a shine to me at his birthday party, i was drunk and horney and i can't even remember who she was or how old she was, but she was was pretty and had big boobs for her age. Never saw her again, i think it was her first time too.
But saying that the first time i truly remember and love was having sex with the girl for the first time that would later become my wife, that was really special and we had 11 great years together.
If i had had a choice i would have to say that i wish it was that memory that was attached to losing my virginity.
My first time was also my partners (with been together 17 years now!) was abit comical,i was still living at home and everyone was out apart from us so we decided "to do it" well you can guess what happened,my mum came home while we were in the middle of doing it and we panicked and my partner hid in the wardrobe to this day we don't know why she did it as my mum didn't come into my room it just sounded like a good idea at the time!
Took me rather a long time to loose mine... and after going out with several nice people with whom I didn't... it was rather a dissapointment to loose it to someone who wasn't nice. I felt very used afterwards, I think she realy wanted to take some guys cherry more than I actually wanted to loose mine!!!!
Still after that I felt like some weight had been lifted from my shoulders... which made me a more outgoing person. And allowed me to meet the next girl, who I consider to be my proper first, cos it was so much nicer and far more intimate and loving.
The first one didn't count... the second one did !
Mine happened when i was too young. was going out with a lad and staying over at my friends house for a few nights, each night we went out he asked me for sex, on the last night i gave in. It was on a football pitch in the dark and damp, it hurt and i soon regretted it as all our friends found out and my mum. Found out after the other two night i said no to him he slept with someone else. Never spoke to him since.
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Sounds like fun Magik......it's nice to hear that you stayed with her for a while.....
I'd always been very idealistic, thinking that the magical deed would be done in soft focus in a wrought iron bed with white cotton sheets and Frank Sinatra smouldering away in the background.
As it was, it happened after a heroic intake of cocktails at the local Chicago Rock Cafe with a girl I went to school with but never really spoke to. It was in her cramped single bed in a room that was in the process of being re-decorated.
I'd left it a long time - I was 20 - but after this my attitudes to sex changed. It's all well and good to have the romantic image of the first paragraph but that should be saved for the person you adore everything about and want to spend the rest of your life with. I like sex and I'm not ashamed to admit it which is why I like to enjoy myself at the moment.
i was way too young.. and it was a horrid experience.. i really wish that i could go back and have my first time with someone special.. so i would remember it for the right reasons... i sometimes wonder if your first eperience in anyway shapes how you behave sexually in he future.
I think it is suh a subjective thing.
i barely remember my first time, I do remember thinking 'that was nothing I couldn't have done with my hand' and 'That can't be right' so I guess I'd say that it wasn't all that special.
I think the second time is usually better because you know a bit more of what to expect (as the hollywood and TV cliches have been dealt with) and can just enjoy the experience more.
My first (and only) time with a guy was a bit weird as he didn't really put me at ease. I didn't mind that he was older (I really don't care much about that) but that, added to the way he talked made me feel like I was being taken advantage of. I haven't done that again. It's not that I don't want to, but the experience has made me think a bit more.
Now this thread could run and run and run...
Well, I was 18 and so was she (late starter, been playing catch-up since)... we'd been going out together for nearly a year.
We'd fumbled about a bit before but nothing serious... The funny thing was we'd go out for a few months then split up for a week or so... then when we'd get back together we'd move on a stage.
Anyway... it was in my bedroom, my mum was downstairs, the TV was on in my room and Cagney and Lacey had just started... we didn't even get fully undressed (trousers still around one leg sort of thing)... it was nice, she didn't feel any pain but the only problem was it went on for ages (a curse I still carry with me today unfortunately)! I can remember hearing the ending music to Cagney and Lacey and thinking 'for GOD'S SAKE, COME ON!'
We had to stop eventually and I finished the job off myself while she restyled her large hair in my bedroom mirror (It was the late 80's!).
Ahhh, happy days!
Don't see her anymore but we did go out for about a year after that