1. The One That Was My First
- Jessica Rabbit
- Oct 25, 2017
- 2 min read
As it turns out, my first sexual experience was amazing. It lasted for somewhere around two hours, it wasn't painful in the slightest, and I remember thinking how incredible it felt. It was no wonder sex was all that everyone spoke about - including me and my girlfriends during lunch breaks at school. Mind you, the majority of us had never 'done it.' The most memorable part of that whole weekend that has stuck with me was waking up with swollen labia and freaking out thinking that my lady bits would be permanently puffy and had been ruined by sex. I was incredibly relieved two days later when things went back to normal.
I was also more than ready to do it again and again.
I never outwardly told my girlfriends about it the following Monday at morning tea despite their incessant probing, as it seemed like something too personal and precious to be shared with curious (and gossipy) characters. Especially those that were all too outspoken about their own sexual experiences.
But they all knew.
Over the next three years of our relationship, sex was a routine affair in sad juxtaposition to our first time - he went down on me for as long as it took me to cum, then we had missionary sex for a minute, sometimes two, until he came. I do however blame him for the fact that I hated giving blow jobs for years later. The first time I ever tried, I had no idea what pre-cum was and gagged as soon as the salty warm liquid hit my tongue. I was horribly embarrassed by it. I vowed to never go down on him again after he made a wise-crack about it the next day. Anyway I was happy with our very vanilla sex-life as I really didn’t know any better. But eventually, curiosity started to set in.
I realised that I had to leave.
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