I ultimately decided to lose it to a guy that I really, really liked but wasn't in a relationship with. My boyfriend at the time and I had been together for about eight months and things were getting serious, so we decided to do it. We always joked about marriage, and he was cute, but I never felt attracted to him. I know a lot of people whose first time was with someone they loved, and now sex is this sacred thing for them — whereas for me, sex is really just an act of pleasure. It was on my bed in my dorm on a Sunday which I remember because his dad is a pastor! Thinking back to it eight months and many sexy times later, I honestly wouldn't change anything.
He didn't text me at all and when I saw him at a party the next weekend he completely avoided me. Afterwards, I didn't feel much different. The fact that he hadn't pressured me before helped, too. I didn't have sex again for another two and a half years. He made me feel better about the experience, and we are still together two and a half years later.
I was really nervous, but he was patient and managed to make me feel comfortable and sexy, even. I asked one of the people that knew me best at the time, my sort-of boyfriend, if he would take my virginity, and he agreed. I brought it up first, but quickly added that if he didn't want to yet, we could wait. At first, we couldn't find the hole, but eventually, we did. In the beginning he gapes Alisa's pussy to be sure that she is a real virgin. I was so nervous that he wouldn't feel that 'spark,' but he did.
I missed him and I felt overwhelmed. To be honest it hurt like hell. I was 17, drunk at a beach concert, called a guy that we had an on and off thing and we had sex in the back of his pickup car. But physically I thought it felt weird — like it didn't really feel all that great and I didn't feel tons of pleasure. Later that week, during a comfortable Netflix date, I felt at ease and we tried again.
All of the models depicted in this website were over 18 years of age at the time of the photography. I had just started the Pill and I was really afraid of getting pregnant and 'ruining my life,' which was the message I'd received growing up. The content of this website is inappropriate for minors. He was considerate and gentle and quite kind. I put a towel down.
We'd been talking for months and I was convinced he liked me, though looking back on it now, his texts of 'What are you doing tonight? Luckily, I fell in love with a guy during my first semester of college. Afterwards, I was relieved that I'd finally gotten it over with, and didn't know if I would ever think sex was fun. He made me feel comfortable and respected, so one night, I went over and we had sex. I had always been nervous about the idea of sex. It was the summer after I graduated from high school and I was on a date with this kid I knew since elementary school. I had so many questions about how it would feel. Losing my virginity was quick and for the most part painless.
He was so understanding and he said it was fine and that he wanted me to be okay, and that we didn't have to continue. I'm happy that I had my first time with someone I love, so, in that aspect, losing my virginity was really great because of how much I love my boyfriend. It wasn't pleasurable or even fun, and throughout the entire process all I could think about was, when will this be over? He told me to relax and that we didn't have to continue if I didn't want to, but I did. We had sex in a car how romantic, right? Within a week, he was asking me to be his girlfriend. I've grown so much more comfortable with sex, and I can thank my boyfriend for that for being kind and gentle.
I was scared that sex would hurt, and that fear made me more tense, so even though I was happy to be sharing that intimacy with my partner, I couldn't really relax and it hurt a bit. We kept trying the whole night, but it just wasn't happening. I kept hoping he'd take me out on a date — I wanted him to be my boyfriend — but that never happened. At the time, I felt amazing. So we lit candles and took it slow. And then a 1-2 minutes later it was over.
It was during my freshman year of college with an upperclassman frat bro. We have no control over the content of these pages. There wasn't one specific moment when it happened. I had wanted to wait until we had reached the six-month mark of our relationship, but it was about four and a half months into our relationship. I was talking to the boy for awhile and he made me feel like it was the right thing to do.
However, we were really good friends and I felt comfortable with him. But the conversation was always about boys, never about being sexual with girls, so I felt completely unprepared when I went to have sex with my girlfriend for the first time. His friend was asleep in his hotel room, so we did it on the balcony. It wasn't painful, but it honestly didn't feel like anything at all was happening. Several doctors later, I learned the culprit was a condition called endometriosis.