1.He was lying on top of me, dripping sweat so profusely that I mistook it for rain.
Not bad at all. In the middle of the summer when I was 13 years old, my then-boyfriend and I walked about 4 miles to the gas station to buy condoms. Then we went off in secret to have sex in the woods behind his house. Although we were barely concealed, his neighbor, who had been standing there "watering his lawn," was only two trees away from us. Three or four neighborhood dogs decided for some reason to steal my underwear from behind me and bring them back three weeks later with a huge hole in the ass. Oh, and since my fiancée is a heavy sweater and it was summer at dusk, for a brief period of time he was lying on top of me, drenching me in sweat so profusely that I mistakenly believed it was raining. He had to take an Epsom salt bath and ended up with about forty mosquito bites. extremely romantic.
2.It was cute and silly.
It was cute and silly. He was my first serious boyfriend, and I was 22. Even though we had been together for only a short while, we had been friends for years prior to that.
I was shaking wildly because I was so anxious and pumped up on adrenaline. In theory, it shouldn't have been a big deal, but we had done everything but have sex, so it was embarrassing. We got into it after he eventually managed to calm me down. Everything seems to be going well until something begins to squeak; I'm not sure if it was the condom or me because it hasn't happened again since. We both start laughing and are unable to stop it, so we give up. We tried again later after he stayed over. The second time, everything went without a hitch, and we developed a running joke about our mice infestation in the basement.
3. It was kind, compassionate, sweet, and passionate.
"Actually, it was amazing. I married my husband when I was 20 and we didn't have any sexual relations before the wedding. I was feeling quite anxious about it. Most of the time, doing that while completely naked. But it was everything I expected it to be: kind, loving, sweet, and passionate. In the first 12 hours, we did it about six times XD.
4.It was a little uncomfortable during the first few thrusts, but after that it felt good and natural.
"I felt both scared and excited. I remember a hot, quick pain as he pierced me, followed by a tremendous pressure as he fully entered. I was very wet. It felt like I needed to urinate but was slightly sore. My legs were slightly spread out and knee-bent in the traditional missionary position. It was a little uncomfortable during the first few thrusts, but after that it felt good and natural. However, I didn't discover orgasm until much later.
5.It wasn't terrible, but it also wasn't great; really, it was just a means to an end because I wanted to get rid of it.
"I planned it for a full moon, on top of a green velvet robe I'd spread out in the woods beneath a big tree, me in complete command. It wasn't terrible, but it also wasn't great; really, it was just a means to an end because I wanted to get rid of it.
Bonus: The first orgasm occurred during the next new moon.
(At the time, I was quite spiritual. Additionally, I thought I was in love with a complete jerk, but in this case, he served as a means to an end. No regrets, then.)
6.I thought it would hurt, but it only did for a brief moment; it actually felt great.
This is what I (22F) have been waiting for. My time to shine has come!
I guess you could say I'm a late bloomer because I didn't start receiving attention from the other sex until I was in college. After turning 21 a little while later, I finally got together with the man I had kissed on my birthday (first kiss btw). It was Netflix and chill, but somehow my top, then my bra, and then my and his butts were exposed. I was anxious the entire time while maintaining my composure, and I finally decided to tell him. He questioned whether I "still wanted to do this" and advised me to be certain. I told him it was okay even though my horniness meter read 1000. I thought it would hurt, but it only did for a brief moment. It actually felt great. However I didn’t climax, but I read a lot of women don't when they have sex the first time. Other than that I had fun!”
7.Magical.
“Magical. I first felt free in my life when we ran away from home when we were 17 years old. We were discovered, but our (in retrospect stupid) backup plan was to become pregnant so that they would "have to keep us together" (which, incidentally, didn't work; his parents sent him to Florida and mine kept me in Connecticut), but I had never been more prepared for a life-altering event than losing my virginity. Moreover, he was a true gentleman; he kept checking on me to see if I was alright and that I wasn't being hurt. That evening, nothing bad occurred, and we are still together today. and I did become pregnant. In March, the adopted baby will turn two.
8.For him, it was a great deal of fun, but not so much for me.
It happened less than a month ago, so it's still fairly recent in my memory. It was somewhat impromptu (hey, want to give it a shot? Yes, why not?) thing... Although it hurt a LOT, we moved slowly. For him, it was extremely enjoyable, but not so much for me (I expected that.) Due to how emotional it turned out to be, I also found myself crying, which was not what I had anticipated. Oh, and I'm a 35-year-old woman who has obviously developed very slowly. Even though it hasn't been that long, it has gotten simpler.
9.It was ecstasy when he finally entered, I swear to God.
He had dated one person before me, but we were both 16 at the time. It was absolutely incredible. Only because we attempted to fuck in a pool just prior to it happening and were unsuccessful, so I guess any pain or anything had already kind of been handled? We returned to my house after that, where I told him I wanted to try again. Evidently, I was much tighter than he had anticipated, but when he finally entered, I swear to God it was fucking ecstasy. Like ecstasy, where your toes curl, your shoulders roll back into your head, and your nails dig into his shoulders. In movies, a girl's first experience is always portrayed as painful, but mine was fucking bliss. It was particularly hot and romantic because he was also my first boyfriend and everything else. We were essentially like bunnies in heat because I was raised in a very religious home. After I got over losing my virginity, that is. Seriously, we fucked everywhere and whenever we could. I'm fairly certain that my first sexual encounter is what ultimately led to my development as a sex addict.
10.It still ranks among my top 5 most painful life experiences.
I recently got dumped by a boy I was madly in love with in my first year of college. I had a friend (let's call him Brad) who was comforting to be around even though I wasn't overly attracted to him. He was a virgin as well. I should note that I was scheduled to meet a friend who had traveled four hours to come see me at 10am. Brad and I had actually slept together that night. Around eight o'clock, both of us got out of bed, started playing, and eventually had sex. It still ranks among my top 5 most painful life experiences. He was only able to insert the tip before I started to feel almost unbearable pain. Naturally, neither of us was able to leave. And to top it all off, I had three or four missed calls from my friend when I looked at the time, which was well past ten. In addition, I developed a UTI and endured nearly a week of cooch pain. TL;DR Inadvertently blowing off a friend, it hurt like a bitch.