not an uncommon story, unfortunately... the real question is, now that you've had your fair share of sex, do you still think that the first time was really worth all of the fuss?

i've had female friends (thankfully not girlfriends) that put so much stock into the first time being perfect that some of them are still virgins well after the indiscretions of college while the rest couldn't help but feel let down by their first time because they wanted nothing less than but perfection.

sex between two people that care about each other is something special, don't get me wrong, but a lot of the time i think it becomes far larger as an idea that it is as an act, and that just doesn't make any sense to me.

You did it again ...

You hit the metaphorical nail square on the head, Alexa ...

It is the age old contrast between one’s original expectation ... and that which actually then occurs. Perhaps ... what separates the survivors from the non-survivors in this culture of ours is the ability to adapt ... to that which actually then occurs.

I was “almost married” ... living in wonderful sin with a wonderful woman ... and I came home early with the idea of surprising this wonderful woman that I was very much in love with.

Well ... I was surprised, all right ... to see her naked in bed ... but she was with a stranger boyfriend. Her boyfriend jumped naked out of the open window, and the last I saw of him was a brief glimpse of his white ass running through the back yard to the alley.

The wonderful woman that I was in love with was still naked wet with sweat and body oils .... but I did not know what to do ... as this situation sure did not match my original expectation. There was no logic in getting upset or angry or very mad ... though those emotions crossed my mind, I decided to be analytical about this.

We talked ... we talked about trust ... and we talked about original expectations ... and we talked about the consequences of trust betrayed ... and hell, we talked for hours until the night was extinguished by a fresh new sunrise.

We did not get married ...

We drifted apart ...

And went free ...

Yes its sorta naive to expect the first time to be perfect. But its not wrong to want it. And who's to say (for sure) that your first time cannot be perfect? As there are many imperfect beginnings there are perfect ones. In any case your first is screwed (pardon the pun). You can make one of your next perfect. You can make every single one of it perfect. But you're gonna think that it's not realistic. Like everyone who tends to forget, perfection is not a constant. Perfection is ever changing.

I would have *much* rather had your story than mine. Drunk at a party, making out with the guy I was dating. All of a sudden sharp pain, over in seconds, the next day only realizing what had happened. Terrible.

22. 32 year old female roommate. Stayed up playing Mario Kart, drinking Guiness, and talking about life. She asked for a massage. We both got rubbed all over. It was good time with the notable exception of her oral skills. Two words: NO TEETH!!!
It was a very nice way to be inducted in adulthood.

Great story alexa. Long time reader, first time poster. My first time was about 10 years ago. I was 15 and my parents were out of town for a vacation. The neighbor girl who was about 20 or 21 would pop in to see how I was doing. I got out of the shower on night and she was laying on the bed in my room.

I didnt even see her and when I dropped the towel, she says "You have such a cute ass" I about creamed right there.

She was by no means a virgin, and I dropped a big fat load deep into the depths of her beautiful love hole.

It lasted about 4 pumps.

It was everything I had read about in my dads porn magazines.

I continued to fuck her all summer until she went off to college. She lives 4 houses down from me now with a husband and 3 kids. I am hoping someday to continue what we started.

"I dropped a big fat load deep into the depths of her beautiful love hole"
Gosh, now that's great writing.

I think it helps to be a cynical jaded child from the start in terms of sex and having a decent 'first time'. All I knew is that I wanted to be in love, so the first time I met a guy who threw me for a loop, I knew it was going to happen. It helped that he was so timid and sweet with that first kiss that I knew I was in a safe place. Poor boy didn't know what hit him after that. Apparently I seemed so damn sure of myself that he didn't know for years that it was my first time too. I think for a girl, the odds of having a good first experience are immeasurably improved by having it be HER idea.

I was 18. A week before high school graduation. My boyfriend of nine months and I were away at a beach house on the other side of the island and couldn't keep our hands off each other! After swimming in the ocean all day, I just HAD to take a shower that night...He came into the shower, and that's where it happened. In all of it's two-pump glory.

I remember a time when I was dead-set on "waiting for marriage." But what can I say? My boyfriend and I loved each other very much and were horny as hell.

I remember thinking "What? This is IT?!" Because it was over so quickly, it only served to further pique my (and I'm sure his) curiosity. We had sex 9 more times (and I will readily admit he got MUCH better) before I moved away to college that summer.

I'm actually quite glad that it happened the way that it did: with someone I loved, on a great June getaway weekend...

what a horrible way for it to happen with you protesting! you had the sensibility and he was so selfish.
i was 19 and my boyfriend of 2 years wasn't going to sleep with me (wanted to wait till marriage). not only that, he was frustrated and beating me at the time so i clung to a guy i met online and felt "loved" (it was so not love). i didn't want to turn 20 a virgin and i was upset so one night after a mike's hard lemonade each, we did it in his dorm room with a roomate in an adjacent room. it's gotta be the worse, we didn't care about each other at all.

Wow, so many horror stories, mine first time was actually great! I was a junior in highschool and me and David had been together for months and months. We were both very nervous virgins, and the sex wasn't spectacular, but we couldn't stop smiling and I felt safe and loved and happy afterwards. We are still together two and a half years later (with a great sex life) and I wouldn't change it for the world! I think the key was that it was meaningful and important for the both of us.

I wanted to wait until I felt something special--a connection of trust and respect and maybe even love. I waited a long time. Finally at 25 I gave up. I met a guy talked to him for a few months we became friends I guess. Finally I spent the weekend with him and pretty much within moments of my walking in the door we were going at it. He never knew it was my first time. I didn't want him to know. And he never found out. I regret it now, but only because it was a few short months that a guy I had known a long long time as my best friends brother and my "nemesis" and I connected in the way I had always wanted. I missed out on him being my first by five months. And its not just the love we have for one another that makes me regret how I threw it away with such cynicism. It's the fact that he would have cared and tried to make it special. We've been married almost five years now and the sex is incredible. We are so good together and a perfect match in bed and in love.

I know the sex may have not been good, but I am sorry that you missed out on having a special connection with someone. My first time was terrible. We got it on in the bathroom of a hotel while all our friends were banging on the door complaining because they needed to go. It wasn't until I got married that I had that special connection.

I'd had the opportunity three times before but turned it down....it never felt quite right.

I've been dating M for almost a year now, and we were both card-carrying members of the V-Club (I'm 24, he's 25)....until the end of this past August. We'd tried to have sex a couple of times prior to that, but couldn't get it 100% if you get my drift.

I knew the only thing that would help -- lowering my pain receptors via some alkie. Sooo, one Saturday night in August, we got tonic water, a bottle of Stoli, and proceeded to get loopy. The procedure was commenced beautifully. I didn't even bleed.

I suppose you could say that I had sex in the best way possible....and it's true. Didn't even have a headache the next morning. ;-)

I was never waiting for the "right girl". For me sex has always been an expression of special intimacy, not a kind of marriage license!

I suppose because of our social expectations more girls are have a "naive" view of their first experience. But naivety is just optimistic ignorance... Hard to fault anyone for being optimistic.

My first attempt was at seventeen with a sweet brunette who was a summer romance. We tried to consummate it shortly before she had to leave town and go back to school. Both of us were too nervous. She was tight and dry, we were both trying to figure out how condoms work, and her (understanding) Aunt was in the next room... It would have been a good scene for a teen comedy.

First success was a year later with my best friend's older cousin (she was a slender blonde in her late twenties). We kept it under wraps because at the time we both living at my friend's house, but we spent six or seven months finding secret times and places. Because of our need to be sneaky the sex was intermittent but explosive. Nothing's more frustrating that having a hot girl who wants you just as much right in front of you that you can't even flirt with. The first time itself was a sensation of excited disbelief that this beautiful woman was hungry for me. I was an eager student!

I lost my virginity at age 25 with a cheap prostitute. I was so nervous and ashamed I couldn't achieve anything resembling sexual pleasure, let alone orgasm. The fact that she looked more like the grandmother of somebody than a sexual human beign didn't help, either. (She was very gentle and understanding, however.)

It was so catastrophic I didn't try again until more than a year later.

Comments from a 56 y.o. married white guy with a 17 y.o. id. I'm touched by these stories - particularly the girls. It is so sad to hear that it wasn't beautiful for all of you . Particularly so for you, Alexa. My first time is one of my very happiest memories. I remember as if it was yesterday. I was just shy of 15. She was a beautiful (at least in my memory)18 year old doctor's daughter - next door to Grandma & Grandpa's house. I was almost completely ignorant about sex. Just a skinny little intelectual boy. Things were so different in 1962. I had my first beer and my first sexual intercouirse all within an hour. She knew what to do. I did not, but I took instructions right well. I was way too quick the first time, but the second and third times I lasted long enough for her to come. Oh, but her loving-song put me in heaven. She is now a snow white soft-voiced angel in my memory. So kind. Well, I never went back to Boy Scouts again. I became a pussy hound right then and there. My nose has been to the ground for 42 years now. In fact, that night was the cause of my life's only regret - if it'd taken place just 6 months later, I'd have made Eagle Scout! Since then though, making love to women - always with her orgasm way more important to me than mine - has been my life's "work". I've even managed to keep hold of the same wife for 35 years, all the while. God, do I love women. I guess it was inevitable. And so, from the bottom of my heart, thank you Cathy, wherever you are, for your sweet introduction.

I think women put too much emphasis on the first time being 'perfect', because the first time rarely 'can' be perfect. When you don't know what you're doing and it, well, kinda hurts too, it really can't be perfect. You have the rest of your life to find 'perfection' and isn't it more fun that way anyway?

The first time for me was a few weeks into my first year of college. In my dorm room with my boyfriend of a few months (we got together after we messed around while, he had a girlfriend of over a year and broke up with her for me) He just had his appendix removed and I had the worse flu ever. He lasted a whole 2 seconds and funny thing I didn't really feel it cause it was so small (his nickname was 'tic-tac'). Oh well, we broke up and I couldn't be happier.

And that is why I read this site. Beautiful, yet at times, kind of uncomforting. Lovely.

My first time? I was 14, she was 16. I was staying over at my friend Matt's house, and she decided to come over to smoke pot with us. All three of us went outside, crumpled up a coke can and punched little holes in the side (the paraphanelia of that age). After smoking, Matt said he was going into the house to play some SNES, she and I followed him inside, but something about her told me that I wasn't going to be playing video games. We sat in one of those big, one-huge-round-cushion chairs behind matt as he played super punch out, and she started to kiss me. This was nothing new, I had made out with at least.....2.....other girls. She put her hand down my pants. I froze. I was literally frightened. But, as what she was doing felt better and better, I put my hand down her pants. Before I got a finger inside of her, she said "Let's go into the bathroom." So, following like the horny little dog I was, we went into the bathroom. No more foreplay, no more time for me to get even more nervous. At first we tried it on the sink counter, but me being the clumsy teenager I was, I kept knocking over bottles of mouthwash, cologne, and deoderant. So we moved to the floor. I threw down a clean towel for her to lay on, and she laughed at me. She said "Ryan, you're already fucking me, no need to be a gentleman now." I squeezed out a sheepish laugh of my own. After that, it was nothing but scratch marks and exasperation. Not the greatest first-time, but definitely a memorable one.

Well I waited for marriage and I pretty much knew it wouldn't be perfect. Everyone I knew had lost it early and it took me forever just to wear a tampon (couldn't get it in) so I knew it was in general painful and esp. so for smaller girls. I didn't have a dream or fantasy for how I wanted to lose my virginity and I still felt weird about sex because I was molested when I was young, but I was excited for it (20 minutes after we were married) when it happen in the Motel 6 room we had renting for a week (we were temporarily homeless before going off to college). I was 19 he was 18. I cried during the whole thing more from depression than pain and he kept asking if he should stop, but I told him not too because I wanted so much to give him all of me. After that it has got much better and now I am bit of a nympho it just took a lot of kindness, patience, understanding, and persistance on his part. He is such a wonderful man, I don't regret a thing.

Oh, I forgot to mention my husband wasn't a virgin....

My first time was last year, freshman year in college. Neither my boyfriend or I came. It was both of our first times and neither of us really knew what to do with a condom or anything else for that matter. Kind of amusing now that I look back on it.

Ps. We're a lot better now. :-)

My first time? Actually, at age 29 I've never had sex. *giggles* Just kidding! My first time was when I was a freshman in college and I was going out with this girl who was tremendously experienced in all things sexual but she didn't want us to have sex at first because we had only been dating for a week or so and she felt it would be better if we waited. However, I pressured her relentlessly and ultimately she gave in to me and we had sex in her dorm room while her roommate was out of town for the weekend. Looking back on it, I feel like it was kind of sordid that we did it in the face of her reluctance, and I fault myself for having brought too much pressure to bear on her. We long ago lost track of one another and I now doubt we'll ever speak again but I think kindly on her every once in a while and I hope that she has, in her mind, forgiven me.

My first time isn't a horror story either. I admit, I waited for "someone special" and don't regret it for anything. It happened not that long ago and I'm happy I waited for him to come along. Sure, the first time wasn't perfect, it hurt too much for that, but it was worth everything because of my feelings for him and I'm happy I waited as long as I did.

When I first came upon your blog I was initially impressed with how ballsy it was of you to expose yourself to such an audience but as I read more I began to doubt that you truely are an escort. This web journal sounds like it's being written by Julia Roberts from Pretty Woman because it is so far removed from the realities of being an escort.

1)the majority of those who enter into such a profession are often disconnected from intercourse as a result of sexual abuse.
2)It has been suggested that performing sex for money may by its very nature cause
psychological distress such as Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) (Giobbe, 1991;
McKinnon, 1987). Sex workers employ dissociation and other ways of cutting off, such as
the use of tranquillisers, to protect their sense of self from violation. This suggests that the work undertaken may be abusive to psychological well-being (Hoigard & Finstad, 1992).Dworkin (1997) I find it awfully strange how carefree your life is.
3)There are many hazards involved in escorting such as rape, assault, demands to have money refunded after sex, robbery, abduction, and refusal to wear condoms yet your blog mentions none of these.

If escorting was as easy or fun as this blog paints it to be women would flock to it like a designer wedding dress sale.

You know, I dont think that it's just girls who have that "perfect first time" fantasy.
Whether they admit it or not, guys want that too. Think about it. From the cum-stained pages with detailed stories from our father's Playboy magazine to the hot and steamy sex scene we saw while flipping through the cable channels late at night, guys think (or should I say wet-dream) about having the perfect first time. We want it to be with a too-hot for words girl (a plus if she's a virgin) who's top cant seem to hold in her breasts and who's willing to do anything. We think about pleasing this girl to the fullest (aka not cumming after 2 minutes), drinking in all she has to offer and making her go crazy for us. So crazy that she becomes brainwashed with pleasing us 24/7.
So it's not just girls who think about losing it for the first time...

A brief comment to: “Dr. G” ... regarding post dated October 27, 2004 12:32 AM ... I very much doubt that you are a real doctor ... as a real doctor would have empathy, compassion, understanding, with genuine affinity and would not be communicating with such covert hostility.

In this civilization we are as good and as sane as we can effectively communicate within parameters of good reason and good personal ethics and integrity.

You are free to evaluate and to decide for yourself what is good and what is bad ... what is right and what is wrong ... but you cannot forcefully push those personal parameters into others folks who are not doing you any harm at all ... so chill out ... and thank you kindly.

Besides, who are you to question or invalidate Alexa?

Let Alexa be who she is ...

e soul, you missed the point. Dr G isn't preventing alexa from being who she is, he's saying that she's NOT who she is. He's saying this whole blog is fake.

Personally, I would tend to agree with him. I've known people who sold their bodies, and while every one of them sounded like Alexa after the first few times, the tune was definitely different after a few months had gone by. Maybe Alexa is unique and she really is an escort, I don't know, but if so then to say that her experience deviates from the norm is not hyperbole.

The question is not whether the person behind the blog is who she says or isn't. The fantastic thing about this blog, and many others, is not what we learn about another person, but what we learn about ourselves.
One simple posting about her first time, something we've all experienced, has cause everyone of us to revisite and perhaps re-evaluate the first time we joined with someone else.
Whether you believe this blog to be fact or fiction, read it that way. Enjoy it that way. Take from it what you. Give to it what you're willing. And say thank you for the experience.

My first Time was pretty scary. I was dating this girl for 7 months now and it was grade 12 last week of High School. We head back to her place and we're just fooling around and I said we should have sex. TO my surprise / disbelief she said ok. (both our first time)
We went into her room on her tiny 'single' bed and she put the condom on me. She was lying on her back and i went ontop of her. I could feel her legs trembling along with my own.
I finally went inside of her and was scared soooo shitless that it took me 55 minutes to come.

Like yourself, I was saving my virginity for the man I married - I was a serious Christian. Yet at 15 I met a guy who had also sworn the same thing and somehow we ended up experimenting too much. My first time was not difficult. There was no pain or bleeding or anything and it was very enjoyable. In fact, I loved it, and still love it! No question exists in my mind as to whether it was wrong for me to have sex so young or with the person I did. I'm glad we exchanged virginities and I will never forget him.

And, Dr. G, did you ever stop to think that the focus of this blog was the brighter side of being an escort? Sounds to me like she loves what she does. Just because Alexa has not mentioned the terrible things you did does not mean they haven't happened. It's a definite possibility that she really is enjoying herself regardless of any negative experiences, and I respect that attitude.

If this blog *is* fake (which I don't believe...) I would still have as much fun reading it, for despite who she may or may not be, Alexa is an excellent writer :) E Soul and Saney, I couldn't have said it better myself.

Hello again
you do come up with some great questions.
I was rather shy back in high school. But when it came to my 18th birthday an older male friend took me to see an incall escort. Hell I don't even know what the term was back in the late 60's

He knew what type of girl attracted me most and that is what he arranged for.

I was nervous beyond belief. But I must say that she calmed me down just sitting their with me and talking...asking me about my fears. I also felt inferior because 'supposedly' ever one had got laid so far. she told me and I am sure she was right not to believe everything I heard.

As I relaxed I started to notice how exquistite she was....and she knew I was loosing up, because the first touch of her hand on my thigh gave it all away...she was not clinical, she didn't seem to be watching a clock....she was actually being both a girlfriend and a teacher.

It was tremendous....she brought me to orgasm twice, once orally and once vaginally....

I will always thank her, and still so many years later think of her often

Oh one more thing on the idea that an escort working girl, stripper or whatever is bad...well I tell you its the girl that makes it good or bad for herself...
We had enough money to pay for our daughters tuirtion in college, but she wanted to live off campus and that required her working.
She knew a girl who was an escort...and asked us what we thought.
It is a different world now...She made the point she could make tons more money than flipping burgers at McDonalds...
We told her we would go along with it, as long as she sent home 50 percent of her earnings...so we could invest in, and even more emphatic were we that if we found that she was blowing the money up her nose. we would drop it all like a hot cake. She worked with one the the top notch agencies near her school...she is now working on her Phd in psychology, has a beachfront home, a nice sports car and a nice sized portfolio....after she gets her phd in pyshology she is going to go into sexual abuse, and sexual therapy, she never got an std. we are proud of her.....although most of you reading this must thing we are crazy and she is a slut....

Alexis keep on the straight and narrow, save your big bucks..and hell you just might be the next Mrs. Trump lol

sex is one of those things... when you're not having it -- it seems like this incredible thing you're missing and you REALLY want it.

but then, when you are having it, over an extended period of time, with the same person -- i don't care how much in 'love' you are -- it gets old.

that's when you start thinking about something new.

my first i was 19 and she was 26. i had been waiting for marriage. came from a very conservative/religious home, and that value was important to me.

she wasn't waiting for marriage. it was in Berlin, didn't know how to get around, was overwhelmed, and... when she asked me back to her place for coffee, there was no coffee.

i learned firsthand the definition of two-minute lover. i was one.

martina michaela schmidt... i want to thank you.

:)

didn't you go to an all girls college in MA?? Unless Smith or Wellesley are near some other coed colleges.

My first time... hmmm

14 years old, freshman in high school, now a junior. I never got head from her, but we had been dating for a half year and she was the most stiff girl in bed i've ever experienced. Her legs were always glued shut and I had to literally oil her up like a wooden door that creaks... It was terrible, because it hurt for her and she didn't know how to move, and the following year of us dating, as much as i tried to teach her, didn't help in the slightest. I'd always wished it was to some amazingly beautiful girl without inhibitions. Thankfully, I'm not a womana nd am not attached to my first time. I've had such great sex since, it's unbelievable

Dr G is a droning sourpuss! The word "Wanker" comes to mind. I think Alexa's blog is hilarious and touching. For what it's worth, I'm a former escort who has been through good times and bad. I can't say for sure if she's an escort. But she sounds real to me! It's interesting that G thinks Alexa makes her work sound like "fun." To a fellow escort it just sounds like work. To me, this suggests that Alexa's life conforms to G's fantasy of prostitution! In other words, Alexa is living out Dr G's fantasies -- no wonder Dr G is so pissed off at the world!

I enjoy reading this blog, although I attach no special quality of "true" to it. As a meeting place to discuss popular culture and sexual practices/experiences/mores, it is a mere entertainment. Whether Alexa is a real escort will remain to be determined. Meanwhile, I'll keep reading. I have yet to hear real insight.

I wish to convey to all those who responded to my post that its intention was only to question the validity of the author's claims. By no means was I attempting to castigate the act of prostitution or slander its author for her acts. Rather I noticed discrepancies and found the writing to be unrealistically one-sided.

Hi there Alexa!
I've been dropping by ur blog a few times and I find it really fascinating :) You go, grrrl!
I hope u don't mind if I linked ur site to my blog.

I'm still a virgin and I'm still waiting for that special moment with my special someone.
Sometimes, the heat between me and my current 9 months boyfriend gets so hot, I would just love to simply surrender myself. But somehow I just couldn't. I think that the most special momemt for first sex will be on my marriage night. :)

I think it's also reasonable why girls want their first to be special. I mean, all girls want to be treated special and you're like letting someone get inside you. You want it to be memorable of course.

For Dr. G, I don't think it matters if Alexa's writing is unrealistically one-sided. It's HER blog... her story. Just enjoy! :)

michiavelli wrote:

"didn't you go to an all girls college in MA?? Unless Smith or Wellesley are near some other coed colleges."

I did go to an all girls college in MA. Sorry to disappoint you, but not all girls in all girls colleges are into all girl pillow fights and orgies. We're allowed to date men too.

My experience happened over the summer, when I was living in Boston.

sex is more mental than physical. i had many chances and i played but not gone for intercourse because i still wait for the female of my choice.

my first time was when i was 14 and it was with my friends 19 year old sister.

i'd spent the afternoon at their place swimmning in the pool. i "accidentally" grabbed her chest afew times but she didnt seem to mind. later that night my friend had fallen asleep and she was on the computer.

i went and sat with her just to see if she would talk to me. she turned off the computer 5 minutes later, grabbed me by the arm and took me to her room. she pushed me onto her bed and straddled me. i couldnt wipe the goofy smile off my face. she pulled off my shirt and bit me on the chest just the the right of my left nipple.

i got so hard, she must have felt it at that moment coz she smiled and leant in to kiss me. i was so nervous... this girl was hot! she kissed me slowly and ever so softly. my first kiss... and it was unforgettable. before i knew it my hand was down her pants and fumbling around... i wasnt getting it quite right because she pulled my hand out and changed the attention to me.

she began giving me oral sex. i tell you this girl was amazing. eye contact does wonders. then... when i thought i could take no more she asked if i wanted to fuck her. i could hardly bring myself to answer. i nearly died. i'd spent most of the day and night thinking about it and then when the moment came i froze.

she giggled and told me to relax and then began kissing me in that soft passionate way. before i knew it i was inside of her. it was remarkable... intense passion. the touch of her soft lips and then the sting of her teeth biting into my skin. i loved the way she teased me.

it was too much for me tho and i came within minutes. she was sweet about the whole thing. i felt bad for not having pleased her in the way that she had pleased me... so i went down on her. this had a better effect than that of my earlier attempt with my fingers.

my first sexual experience was just a few months ago and it was with another girl. she was the new girl at school and i had been assigned to showing her around. i'd always had crushes on boys and had never thought about girls in that way.

on the weekend she suggested we have a sleep over to get to know one another a bit better. saturday night there was a huge party up the road and some guys invited us to join. so off we went to this party where we didnt really know anyone.

as the night wore on i had the most freakish guy trying to chat me up. she happened to walk past us so i grabbed her arm and said to him that she was my girlfriend. my attempt to get rid of him didnt work... infact it turned him on even more so we decided to leave.

when we got back to my place we were getting changed into our pj's and i caught a glimpse of her boob. she caught me looking and quickly covered up... i felt embarrassed. afterall... i hadnt explained that the lesbian thing was just an excuse to get rid of the guy.

later when we were lying in bed she asked me if i was serious when i had said about being a lesbian. i pretended to be asleep. then to my surprise she leaned in and kissed me. it was bliss. i "woke up" and looked at her. she had a scared, guilty look on her face as she was probably unsure of what i was going to say. i didnt say anything... i kissed her instead.

before we knew it we were naked and going down on each other 69er style. it was wonderful. we seemed to know exactly what to do. we satisfied one another and drifted off to sleep. she left early the next morning saying she forgot she had to do something.

we havent talked about that night and although i have a boyfriend i still wonder at times whether something like that will ever happen again.

I was 18 and just out of high school. At the time I was working in home health care when I met "Andrew". I was still naive to world around me and very naive when it came to sex, dating, and romance. I had never had a real kiss or a boyfriend before Andrew. I was sitting in his room at 2 in the morning, even though I shouldn't have been over there to begin with. He was smoking alot of pot and drinking alot of beer. I refused do participate in the above activities. Later that night after he smoke a couple of joints and drank a 12 pack of beer, he took my virginity and never talked to me again. Now 4 years older, I am a little more careful who I date and who I hang out with.

My first time was when I was 16 and he was 18. I was a virgin, but he was not. We had only been dating for a couple of months, but I decided I was ready because we were in love. It wasn't exactly as special and amazing as I thought it would be. But, we did it for about two great hours. It felt good, even thought it started to feel a lot better a couple of weeks later when we got used to each other. I have no regrets. He was my first love, and we continued to date for about another year after that. Now, I am still friends with him, and he will always have a special place in my heart.

I was 16, and I had fallen in love. You never fall in love again like that first time, and you never have sex again like it, either. Thank God.

I'd always had it in my mind that I wasn't losing my virginity until I was A) in love and B) had an entire night of privacy with someone to fully enjoy ourselves (Hey, even if first time sex only lasts two minutes, it's nice to have a recovery period without your parents walking in).

Anyways, my boyfriend was 18, and a virgin, and had recently moved out with some guys from work. They were away for the weekend, we had the place to ourselves, and we wound up going at it for probably two hours. It wasn't amazing, but it was good, I loved him, and we were uninterrupted, which met my standards. Now if only I had kept those standards for the rest of my sexual experiences... heh.

I was a freshman in college. I had been dating this guy a few months. We had been drinking so I asked my roommate if he could stay over rather than drive home drunk. She reluctantly agreed after we promised not to mess around, but we ended up having sex with her in a bed 10 ft away. I thought she was asleep but I guess she heard the whole thing! It was pretty funny actually. It was nothing that special or traumatic...just happened. I don't remember it hurting that much. I think I was just relieved to get it over with. We broke up a few months later, but we still e-mail occasionally. I always knew I wouldn't wait until marriage...I guess I wanted to make sure I knew what I was doing and had a good time with the guy I ended up with. Now I'm engaged and I would say I've been with about 6 or 7 guys and I sure am glad for the experience. I think I would wonder what I was missing and have a desire to cheat later if I had only been with one person.

Probably different for guys and girls. I certainly had no "expectations" for a first time.

I was 15, she was 17. She wasn't a virgin. Anyway, it was a summer romance, literally. We started going out at the beginning of summer (she thought I was 16 or 17, I said I just didn't have a car, so she could drive me places). One day, I stopped by about 11 in the morning after my summer cross-country training and asked to take a shower at her house (her parents were both at work, she didn't have to go to work until the afternoon). I came out in a towel, she teased me a bit, we started making out, and before I knew it, she was taking her clothes off and my towel off.

I got in front of her on the couch and proceeded to become a man. heh. She then got on top of me for round #2.

I told her I was 15 when she finally pressed me on what grade I was entering that fall in high school and I admitted it. Dumped me soon after, but I didn't care too much, I was already set for homecoming with a different girl.

I was a late starter, making it to home base. I was 21 and had just finished university (PE Teacher) in sydney Australia. Myself & a friend (girl) and a work friend (male) decided to travel around europe - started out staying at hostels, but ended up camping in a four man tent for the next six months.

Anyway, eventually my mate and the girl had a fight about something small and ended up deciding to go seperate ways. I thought i should go with the girl, since i would have had felt bad if anything happened to her before she got back home. So for the rest of the trip nothing even came close to happening, we were just cool friends (we both surfed, she was more of a tom-boy i guess and no physical attraction either way).

We spent a few weeks in turkey and egypt and eventually made it back to london.

She going home for xmas and I was going onto ireland. We were walking in earls court and we bumped into our old tour leader from turkey (he was from south africa). We decided to go for "a" drink with him and it turned into one huge night - getting smashed - one pub to the other. He had got sacked and decided he needed to have a big night.
Eventually closing time came and we said good bye to our tour leader. We went back to the hostel and jokingly one of us through a pillow at each other (can't rememeber). That started a fun pillow fight and then a play fight. She brushed my dick with her hand accidently and i stopped. She smiled and I then brushed my hand against her breasts and soon, there was more fun touching. She reached over and said that I should where some protection and I said "yeah sure" (thinking i know what i'm doing - bloody alcohol). I was thinking , please god, don't make me go right away. Because of the alcohol, i managed to survive for about 10 minutes. (although i felt like a lifetime, since we were both extremely drunk).
Next morning, after 6 months of living bascially for 24 hours together, in a tent. She flew out - back to sydney and I flew out to dublin. I think we said just one word that day - goodbye. It was a pretty surreal feeling, because of the night before.

All that sexually tension of six months - all gone in a drunken sex romp. And in 10 minutes - still think it's my record hahahah.

We are still friends, but have drifted apart because of work and other relationships. Still she was my closest friend and although it sounds bad - won't have had choosen it lose my virgin any other way.

P>S Evil alcohol ;-)

Love the stories everyone. Great question Alexa and great site. Visit daily!!!

I got rid of it.
18years old with a man 8 years older
I needed to be free of the whole virginity thing, I figured I was old enough to handle it and somebody had to be the first.
Why make him special and let that be held over me.
Sure he knew he was the first, but I didn't care, I was with him only once more after that then I was off to have more fun with new and exciting boys (once you've got the tools...)
It was great to knock him back a month or two later I thanked him for asking and he knew then and there that it was me who was holding the reins the whole time.

Dear David, while you're right about guys wanting to have a perfect first time as much as girls do too, your idea on what guys want is laughable. I must confess, as an nineteen year old virgin straight out of high-school and just getting the hang of community college, my fantasies on how I want my first time will be like aren't even remotely close to your description.

The way I want my first time to be is just to have it with a girl who loves me/cares about me just as much as I love/care about her. I'm not looking for some fake ideal brought on by pornography and current fashion trends... nor do I want her to be brainwashed or be morally loose (as you described as 'can't hold her breasts in'). Finally, I won't do it against her will, nor against my own.

In the meantime, I guess I'll be the last man to get laid on this planet at this rate...

I guess virginity is over-rated in many ways.

My first time was when i was 17. She was the love of my life back then.

Her parents were out of town, and as usual, i would sneak into her place for some cuddling and first base stuff.

But i guess that night was different.

We both wants it badly.

We both wants it teribbly.

We both feels that it is the time. NOW.

We did it.

It was embarassing.

I didn't last even 15 seconds...

hahahahaha...

guessed it was the sexcitement and sexuphria. ;-)

After 8 years, i found her in bed with a friend of mine.

What i thought was going to be forever was ended that night.

Cest La Vie.

It's never too late for a "first time". Like the Madonna song, no matter how much of a slapper one has been, it's possible to go on to a relationship where everything is fresh and new and special.

After 19 years of marriage, let me tell you, sex only gets BETTER and BETTER. What a Halloween night WE had. Yes our early sex life sucked, but with a LOT of patience and hard work what we have now more than makes up for it.

Hi, First time poster, kinda long time reader...

My first time was actually in the woods. My bf (of 1 1/2 yrs now) and I decided to go camping for my birthday. I knew what he had in mind, but while we were in the middle of foreplay we heard a car coming up the road. Of course, it was his cousins. Well, by the time the beer ran out and the fire started to die down, I was too tired and everybody decided to spend the night with us in the tent. So to make it up to me the next day, we went for a walk in the woods (far away from everybody) and he proped me up against a tree and voila, no more cherry. It wasn't the "special" way I had dreamed but in its own way it was special.

--second time poster..
well i grew up in kuwait cause my parents got work over there when i was 10 so untill the age of 18 i had only ever dreamed about see a girl...over there girls and boys dont mix you see....anywho we came to Australia when i was 18 and a 1/2 and the only thing on my mind was i wanted to get laid....

now having no experience what so ever whith girls i obviously didnt know how to talk to them or anything else for that matter....so my first time went like this...

i decided i couldnt take it anymore, went to a brothel(they are legal here), paid $200 and got the best introduction to sex ever.....no better way to learn...

now some people might you dont want to have your first time with a Pro...cause it should be specail...well i say to them that not everything works out the way it should and besides it was still *special* all that matters in the end is how you feel during/afeter...

and for those wondering...yes i now have a girl friend..

First of all, what that guy did was rape you. No is no always. My symapthies for you, you could have had a special time.

My first time with vaginal sex was when I was 30 with the woman I would later marry. We were watching baseball and she had her head on my lap and we started petting. Well things progressed to the point when she took me by the hand to her room (I was renting a room and she was "legally" still married, i.e. divorce was not final). We continued with our heavy petting and kissing, removed our cloths, started having oral sex. After she came (loudly, thank god we were home alone, though the neighbors weren't too happy), she slipped on condom on me and we made love in a very sweet and passionate way until we both came (it didn't take much for her to do so, I won't go into the reason here). We pretty much spent the night having sex. After that night it was every night.

Find the right guy one day, Alexa, and I'm sure it will be the first time that you looked for.

I wonder what would you ca 28 year old vurgin! I think the physicality of sex may be quite pleasurable, but what a beautiful thing it truely must be, with a dose of 'connect'. You have feeling for someone and that menifests in sex. never had that for someone till date, so that would be the only regret.

Other then that Sex...is rather over-rated, and love, belonging, letting go...is so damn euogized that its called 'sentimental crap', bulldust all.

I once had an escort, the company was good, she was beautiful, rest everything was not, I was feeling a disconnect...and nothing worked. I remember the lunch we had togather, nothing else really

My first time sucked...but who's didn't LOL. Actually, I have a difficult time enjoying sex. I WANT to, I really do...I do my best to relax but for some reason it's very difficult to orgasm with my husband. Vibrators do the trick quickly, what's wrong with me that it's so difficult to come with him? Any thoughts?

things like this piss me off. i hope you'll get to deflower virgin boys(and still get paid for it, HA!)
:]

Whoever Wes is - don't say "GIGGLES" ever again. What's wrong with you, man?
Hey ALEXA - love the blog, just found it yesterday, very interesting and of course, erotic. One question - do you have unprotected sex often? If so, then you're not as smart as everyone seems to think. Doesn't that concern you?
My first time:
I was in college and just wanted to get it over with. I barely knew the girl I was with and wasn't even that attracted to her. Can't remember her name. Not an exciting story - just wanted to share.