Now, keep in mind when you're reading this memory that it occurred when we were very much ensconced in practicing our religion - a religion that promotes chastity before marriage and is vehemently opposed to all types of pornography.
I hadn't watched any porn in years and had never really watched much of it. I was under the impression that the same was true with Jasper.
This was about 5 years ago, so the details are a bit foggy. We were living in Brooklyn at the time. I had a job that required me to awake much earlier in the morning than he did, so I often went to bed several hours earlier than him.
One morning, I woke up and heard voices coming from the living room. It totally freaked me out! What the hell was going on? Jasper was sound asleep next to me, so I decided to go check it out.
I peeked my head around the corner (the livingroom was adjacent to the bedroom in our small 1-bedroom apt), and didn't see anyone, so I ventured out further.
Imagine my surprise when I realized Jasper had just left the computer/TV on and right there in front of me were two girls gettin' busy.
I was intrigued.
Ashamed.
Horrified
Pornography was wrong!
I couldn't believe Jasper was indulging in this.
And yet...
I wanted to watch more.
But...I was pressed for time.
I shut off the video.
And went off to carry on with my morning routine - putting this to the back of my mind.
I can't remember if I confronted Jasper before I headed off to work or waited until I got home. Regardless, he apologized profusely and said he wouldn't do it anymore.
I asked how long it had been going on. I can't remember his answer.
I was probably too preoccupied secretly wishing he'd offer to watch porn with me. I remember really, really wanting to but was conflicted by also thinking about how wrong it was.
Took another 4 years or so before we ever watched porn together.
And oh! my! god! was that ever HOT.
A memory for another time, perhaps. :-*
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Showing posts with label Monday Memories. Show all posts
Monday Memories: Hair Cut Part 2
Ok. This is going to be a really quick memory.
Last week, I described what happened after I first drastically cut my hair. The next time I cut my hair drastically was actually this past summer.
If you've been reading this blog from the beginning, you might know that I went through a bit of a sexual revolution myself in 2010. I started taking risks and enjoying more out of life. Jasper and I spent lots more time talking about our fantasies.
One of which was multiple partners.
August of last year, I chopped my hair the shortest I've ever had it. Again, it was a liberating and freeing experience.
I felt alive.
I felt beautiful.
I felt like a new woman.
Of course, the craziness that was to ensue was only just beginning with that hair cut.
Within two months, Jasper and I had our first threesome encounter, and it was delicious.
I know this isn't the best Monday Memory, but it's late, and I need to get to bed. Here's a picture of my hair when I first got in cut. Perhaps this will make up for the lameness of this post.
Last week, I described what happened after I first drastically cut my hair. The next time I cut my hair drastically was actually this past summer.
If you've been reading this blog from the beginning, you might know that I went through a bit of a sexual revolution myself in 2010. I started taking risks and enjoying more out of life. Jasper and I spent lots more time talking about our fantasies.
One of which was multiple partners.
August of last year, I chopped my hair the shortest I've ever had it. Again, it was a liberating and freeing experience.
I felt alive.
I felt beautiful.
I felt like a new woman.
Of course, the craziness that was to ensue was only just beginning with that hair cut.
Within two months, Jasper and I had our first threesome encounter, and it was delicious.
I know this isn't the best Monday Memory, but it's late, and I need to get to bed. Here's a picture of my hair when I first got in cut. Perhaps this will make up for the lameness of this post.
Monday Memories: Hair Cut (Part 1)
It seems whenever I get my hair drastically cut, I do crazy things.
When I was home for Spring Break during my 2nd year of college, I chopped off my hair.
Several inches.
Gone.
Somehow it was quite liberating.
When break was over, and it was time to return to school, I picked up two girlfriends who were riding back to campus with me. The three of us piled into my little red Dodge Daytona (god, I loved that car) and headed off for the 9-hour road trip.
We were having a great time.
Talking.
Laughing.
About 5 or so hours into the drive, we started car flirting. It was super fun.
There was one van in particular. We flirted with them for quite a few miles. From what we could tell, there were two cute guys in the van, so about 2 1/2 hours from our destination, we took the plunge and upped the ante.
They were taking the next exit.
We weren't sure if it was their final destination or if they were simply getting gas.
I still had a 3/4 tank of gas, but we decided to feign needing a fill-up to see if they were at the gas station, too.
I couldn't believe I was going to do this? I didn't need gas, but with the encouragement of my friends and my short hair cut, I pulled off the exit and into the gas station.
There they were.
I topped off my gas, and we started talking to the guys.
Turns out there were more than 2 guys in the van.
In fact, we'd managed to catch an entire CARAVAN of boys coming home from Spring Break! :) They'd been on Spring Break in MN.
Of all places.
I know.
It still kind of baffles me.
Granted they were high school boys, but we were really only 1 or 2 years out of high school ourselves, so we didn't mind at all.
Plus we were at a women's college, so...
Anyway, they all happened to live about 90 miles from our campus, and we made many, many trips up to see them over the course of the rest of the semester.
Looking back, 90 miles seems a LONG ways, but well, like I said, we were at a women's college. LOL.
Ah. Good times.
******
Have you ever picked up someone on the freeway or in another unusal location or fashion? Tell us about it in the comments (or link us to your blog post).
When I was home for Spring Break during my 2nd year of college, I chopped off my hair.
Several inches.
Gone.
Somehow it was quite liberating.
When break was over, and it was time to return to school, I picked up two girlfriends who were riding back to campus with me. The three of us piled into my little red Dodge Daytona (god, I loved that car) and headed off for the 9-hour road trip.
We were having a great time.
Talking.
Laughing.
About 5 or so hours into the drive, we started car flirting. It was super fun.
There was one van in particular. We flirted with them for quite a few miles. From what we could tell, there were two cute guys in the van, so about 2 1/2 hours from our destination, we took the plunge and upped the ante.
They were taking the next exit.
We weren't sure if it was their final destination or if they were simply getting gas.
I still had a 3/4 tank of gas, but we decided to feign needing a fill-up to see if they were at the gas station, too.
I couldn't believe I was going to do this? I didn't need gas, but with the encouragement of my friends and my short hair cut, I pulled off the exit and into the gas station.
There they were.
I topped off my gas, and we started talking to the guys.
Turns out there were more than 2 guys in the van.
In fact, we'd managed to catch an entire CARAVAN of boys coming home from Spring Break! :) They'd been on Spring Break in MN.
Of all places.
I know.
It still kind of baffles me.
Granted they were high school boys, but we were really only 1 or 2 years out of high school ourselves, so we didn't mind at all.
Plus we were at a women's college, so...
Anyway, they all happened to live about 90 miles from our campus, and we made many, many trips up to see them over the course of the rest of the semester.
Looking back, 90 miles seems a LONG ways, but well, like I said, we were at a women's college. LOL.
Ah. Good times.
******
Have you ever picked up someone on the freeway or in another unusal location or fashion? Tell us about it in the comments (or link us to your blog post).
Monday Memories: BK BJ
Not sure why I've been thinking about this memory lately, but I fondly remember one late night run to Burger King. We were hungry ... and horny.
My boyfriend drove a full size van. Perhaps not the hottest ride, but it worked just fine.
Anyway, I knelt between the two front seats and unzipped his jeans, releasing his hard cock. It was very late at night (perhaps 1AM or so), and the line was quite long. This was not unusual for the section of town where we lived.
I sucked as we waited.
I sucked as he placed our order.
I sucked as we pulled up to the window to pay.
No.
Wait.
I was way too shy back then. As we approached the window, I quickly jumped back into my seat. Not sure if I even bothered to put him back in place.
After we got our food, I'm sure the smell and taste of the BK fries won their place in my mouth.
Hehe. Guess I was a tease even way back then.
******
What about you? Ever given or received a bj in an odd place or situation?
My boyfriend drove a full size van. Perhaps not the hottest ride, but it worked just fine.
Anyway, I knelt between the two front seats and unzipped his jeans, releasing his hard cock. It was very late at night (perhaps 1AM or so), and the line was quite long. This was not unusual for the section of town where we lived.
I sucked as we waited.
I sucked as he placed our order.
I sucked as we pulled up to the window to pay.
No.
Wait.
I was way too shy back then. As we approached the window, I quickly jumped back into my seat. Not sure if I even bothered to put him back in place.
After we got our food, I'm sure the smell and taste of the BK fries won their place in my mouth.
Hehe. Guess I was a tease even way back then.
******
What about you? Ever given or received a bj in an odd place or situation?
Monday Memories: 1st Anal
A begged me for years to let him try my ass.
No way!
Too gross. Too wrong.
No, thank you.
I don't think I ever let him even try.
Not even a finger.
My ass was way off limits.
Then our relationship ended.
A few months later, I found myself on vacation in Hawaii.
I was supposed to be visiting an old college friend, which, ulimately, I was BUT we went out on the town my first night there, and well, I hooked up with a nice (hehe) Navy boy and, well, pretty much ended up spending most of my vacation hanging out with him.
One of our first nights together, the topic of anal came up.
I'm not sure what magical words he used to convince me to give it a try, but I said yes.
He was ill-prepared.
No lube in the house.
So, while I waited on his bed, he snuck off to the kitchen for some oil.
Olive, I think.
He slicked up my ass and his cock and slid right in.
This was quite a long time ago now.
I don't really remember anything about how it felt.
But I do know how much I love it NOW!
Well, not all the time, but I definitely couldn't imagine life without it.
Mmmm....
******
Now tell us about your first experience with anal. Leave a comment with your memory or with a link to a post on your blog.
No way!
Too gross. Too wrong.
No, thank you.
I don't think I ever let him even try.
Not even a finger.
My ass was way off limits.
Then our relationship ended.
A few months later, I found myself on vacation in Hawaii.
I was supposed to be visiting an old college friend, which, ulimately, I was BUT we went out on the town my first night there, and well, I hooked up with a nice (hehe) Navy boy and, well, pretty much ended up spending most of my vacation hanging out with him.
One of our first nights together, the topic of anal came up.
I'm not sure what magical words he used to convince me to give it a try, but I said yes.
He was ill-prepared.
No lube in the house.
So, while I waited on his bed, he snuck off to the kitchen for some oil.
Olive, I think.
He slicked up my ass and his cock and slid right in.
This was quite a long time ago now.
I don't really remember anything about how it felt.
But I do know how much I love it NOW!
Well, not all the time, but I definitely couldn't imagine life without it.
Mmmm....
******
Now tell us about your first experience with anal. Leave a comment with your memory or with a link to a post on your blog.
Monday Memories: I Kissed a Girl (again)
Last week, a couple people mentioned wanting to hear about the second time I kissed a girl, so I'll be taking a break today from a memory a first in favor of this memory instead.
My second time kissing a girl is probably not nearly has fun or even erotic of a story. It happened years after the first time.
In fact, it was only a few months ago.
Shortly after we'd decided to explore new sexual experiences, inside and outside of our marriage.
We went to a college, house party. We were nervous about being *that* old, creepy couple - considering we were 10+ years older than most of the kids at the party. Those nerves quickly faded as the long island iced teas coursed through my system.
Jasper and I really wanted to find a playmate that night.
The closest we (read: I) came, though, was a little tongue play with a couple girls.
I was quite drunk, so it wasn't all that memorable.
However, I do distinctly remember kissing one girl in the kitchen. Her hair was dark brown, full. My fingers were tangled within those locks.
I kissed her hard.
Then, I smiled at her boyfriend, "Do you like to watch when I kiss your girlfriend?"
I think it was a little hotter for me knowing her boyfriend was standing right next to us, watching.
My second time kissing a girl is probably not nearly has fun or even erotic of a story. It happened years after the first time.
In fact, it was only a few months ago.
Shortly after we'd decided to explore new sexual experiences, inside and outside of our marriage.
We went to a college, house party. We were nervous about being *that* old, creepy couple - considering we were 10+ years older than most of the kids at the party. Those nerves quickly faded as the long island iced teas coursed through my system.
Jasper and I really wanted to find a playmate that night.
The closest we (read: I) came, though, was a little tongue play with a couple girls.
I was quite drunk, so it wasn't all that memorable.
However, I do distinctly remember kissing one girl in the kitchen. Her hair was dark brown, full. My fingers were tangled within those locks.
I kissed her hard.
Then, I smiled at her boyfriend, "Do you like to watch when I kiss your girlfriend?"
I think it was a little hotter for me knowing her boyfriend was standing right next to us, watching.
Monday Memories: I Kissed a Girl
And I liked it!
It was at my 5-year reunion from the women's college I attended. I hadn't been planning on going but a couple classmates convinced me I should join them on the road trip. I was a waitress at the time, so I swapped some shifts with some co-workers, slapdashedly packed a small bag for the weekend, and met up with them for the 9-hour drive.
The three of us had a great time as we drove. Laughing, reminiscing.
I had been really good friends with one (B), but I didn't really know the other one (L) very well - even though we had spent two years together at the same school and even had a few classes together. Still, we'd never really developed a close relationship. Probably because she was from a different state - in the sunny Southwest. The other friend was a native MN girl, like me.
I hope I haven't confused you. :)
One night during the reunion, the three of us joined many other alumnae and current students at a bar in the next town over. We had a great time dancing, drinking, and having a lot of fun.
The drive home was where it got interesting. I was in the back seat. My good friend, B, was driving, and L was in the front passenger seat. I can't remember if we'd flirted at all earlier in the night, but during the 45 minute or so ride home, I remember leaning forward and touching her. Probably just her arms first, but then also her bare stomach.
It was so deliciously soft!!
I remember thinking how I'd never felt anything so soft before. We continued slight touching throughout the drive home. I leaned forward, so she could reach back and touch me, too. I'm not sure if B could tell what we were doing or not.
When we got back to the hotel, I vaguely remember flashing a truck passing along on the highway before going inside. Wait, I think that's part of another story. :))
B was really tired, so when the three of us went inside, it wasn't long before she'd crashed on the bed she was sharing with L. Remember, they were better friends, so it was natural that I would have a bed to myself and they would share one.
L and I slipped out into the hallway; we didn't want to disturb B. We continued touching and commenting on the softness of our skin. I leaned back against the wall of the hallway, and we leaned into each other for our first kiss. It was soft and sweet. I don't think either of us had ever kissed a girl before, but we both seemed to really enjoy it.
We kissed a little more in the hallway. Rubbing up against each other.
We wanted to do more,
To go further.
But we needed to find some privacy.
We didn't want to go back into the room in fear of waking B, but we didn't want to continue in the hallway, either.
We tried the pool area.
Locked.
Damn!
We decided to stop and just return to the room and go to bed.
We thought it would be weird to share the same bed, as we thought that we'd need to explain why L slept in my bed instead of the same one as B. We didn't really want B to know what had happened between us. So, we kissed for a short while longer in the hall before returning to our room and crawling into separate beds.
It was a fun, if not satisfying, encounter.
I don't recall any awkwardness the next day or throughout the remainder of the weekend, either.
Which helps make this memory all the sweeter, imo.
Nothing else really came out of this brief tryst. Remember, she lived very far away.
******
What about you? Tell us of your first time kissing a girl or someone of the same sex or whatever. Just leave us a link down in the comments.
It was at my 5-year reunion from the women's college I attended. I hadn't been planning on going but a couple classmates convinced me I should join them on the road trip. I was a waitress at the time, so I swapped some shifts with some co-workers, slapdashedly packed a small bag for the weekend, and met up with them for the 9-hour drive.
The three of us had a great time as we drove. Laughing, reminiscing.
I had been really good friends with one (B), but I didn't really know the other one (L) very well - even though we had spent two years together at the same school and even had a few classes together. Still, we'd never really developed a close relationship. Probably because she was from a different state - in the sunny Southwest. The other friend was a native MN girl, like me.
I hope I haven't confused you. :)
One night during the reunion, the three of us joined many other alumnae and current students at a bar in the next town over. We had a great time dancing, drinking, and having a lot of fun.
The drive home was where it got interesting. I was in the back seat. My good friend, B, was driving, and L was in the front passenger seat. I can't remember if we'd flirted at all earlier in the night, but during the 45 minute or so ride home, I remember leaning forward and touching her. Probably just her arms first, but then also her bare stomach.
It was so deliciously soft!!
I remember thinking how I'd never felt anything so soft before. We continued slight touching throughout the drive home. I leaned forward, so she could reach back and touch me, too. I'm not sure if B could tell what we were doing or not.
When we got back to the hotel, I vaguely remember flashing a truck passing along on the highway before going inside. Wait, I think that's part of another story. :))
B was really tired, so when the three of us went inside, it wasn't long before she'd crashed on the bed she was sharing with L. Remember, they were better friends, so it was natural that I would have a bed to myself and they would share one.
L and I slipped out into the hallway; we didn't want to disturb B. We continued touching and commenting on the softness of our skin. I leaned back against the wall of the hallway, and we leaned into each other for our first kiss. It was soft and sweet. I don't think either of us had ever kissed a girl before, but we both seemed to really enjoy it.
We kissed a little more in the hallway. Rubbing up against each other.
We wanted to do more,
To go further.
But we needed to find some privacy.
We didn't want to go back into the room in fear of waking B, but we didn't want to continue in the hallway, either.
We tried the pool area.
Locked.
Damn!
We decided to stop and just return to the room and go to bed.
We thought it would be weird to share the same bed, as we thought that we'd need to explain why L slept in my bed instead of the same one as B. We didn't really want B to know what had happened between us. So, we kissed for a short while longer in the hall before returning to our room and crawling into separate beds.
It was a fun, if not satisfying, encounter.
I don't recall any awkwardness the next day or throughout the remainder of the weekend, either.
Which helps make this memory all the sweeter, imo.
Nothing else really came out of this brief tryst. Remember, she lived very far away.
******
What about you? Tell us of your first time kissing a girl or someone of the same sex or whatever. Just leave us a link down in the comments.
Monday Memories: Cybersex (AKA Guided Masturbation)
Damn! I think this is the latest Monday Memory! I've got to start writing these earlier. :)
*****
Today's memory is a little more recent. If you've been reading my blog for awhile, you probably know that it hasn't been very long that I've felt comfortable talking about sex. I've come a long way with the help of Sex Babble! After having my blog a few months, I started to collect a few good followers. I was so pleased knowing there were people out there who enjoyed what I had to write....to share.
And then, my followers began contacting me.
That's when the real fun began.
One morning at work, I had been particularily flirty. You can say I'd gotten all worked up. I had the afternoons off, and it was only a matter of minutes after getting home that I was working on releasing that tension myself.
After cumming a couple times, I found myself once again online with a particular friend. What follows below is our chat conversation. My words are in bold; his are in regular font.
if you feel like talking...typing...dirty, I could probably do it again
Your hungry cunt requires more nourishment?
Those glistening lips beg for more?
yes! yes! YES!!
They want to feel my swollen glans enter once more?
please..........
My firm meat sliding within, with force? Eager to sate you once more?
Sliding within you
In and out
My strong hands all over you
Grabbing your hips
Pinching your nips
Whispering your name into your ears
Telling you how much I need to make you cum
How badly I need to feel your body rock with pleasure
How intently I need to lock my eyes with yours as you climax like an earthquake
Your mouth open and breathing so heavily
Shaking all over as my rod rams into your cunt
My angle and thickness hitting every nerve correctly
My strength holding you down. Restraining you
My flexing cock filling you and making you rock from side to side
Your hungry lips squeezing my meat
Your nails clawing my back
Your legs trapping my hips until you're done with me
Crossed behind my ass
As I thrust and shove, pierce and grunt
Still staring into your eyes
Reveling in the touch of your soft white skin
Smelling your hungry arousal
Cum for me sweet Lola
Please me
Your cunt needs this
Your body needs this
My balls continue to slap against you
My strong hands continue to hold your down
Trapping you even as you trap me
My burning lust smoldering
You feel the warmth glow within you
Beginning its spread through your body
Like warm honey flowing all through you
Cum for me
Release yourself
******
This was one of the most incredible experiences. Reading it all as one post doesn't seem to do it justice. What made it incredible was the anticipation of each line of text. Not knowing exactly what was coming. Combining that with the electricity pulsing through me as my fingers found their way along my slit, my clit, my cunt. The powerful waves of ecstasy coursing throughout me as I read those most delicious words, "Cum for me, Lola." Relinquishing that power to someone I'd never met in person, with only his images and words swirling through my mind.
******
omygod. that was awesome!
i can barely fucking move! totally blissed out
smiles
thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou
mwah
licking lips.
catching breath...
god! that was good!
I'm so very pleased.
Mmm-mmm-mmm. Me too! Unbelievably so.
I've never done that before.
******
Have you ever cum for someone or made someone cum with only your words floating out through cyberspace? If so, do you remember the first time? Please share your experience with us in the comments or leave us a link to a post on your own blog.
*****
Today's memory is a little more recent. If you've been reading my blog for awhile, you probably know that it hasn't been very long that I've felt comfortable talking about sex. I've come a long way with the help of Sex Babble! After having my blog a few months, I started to collect a few good followers. I was so pleased knowing there were people out there who enjoyed what I had to write....to share.
And then, my followers began contacting me.
That's when the real fun began.
One morning at work, I had been particularily flirty. You can say I'd gotten all worked up. I had the afternoons off, and it was only a matter of minutes after getting home that I was working on releasing that tension myself.
After cumming a couple times, I found myself once again online with a particular friend. What follows below is our chat conversation. My words are in bold; his are in regular font.
if you feel like talking...typing...dirty, I could probably do it again
Your hungry cunt requires more nourishment?
Those glistening lips beg for more?
yes! yes! YES!!
They want to feel my swollen glans enter once more?
please..........
My firm meat sliding within, with force? Eager to sate you once more?
Sliding within you
In and out
My strong hands all over you
Grabbing your hips
Pinching your nips
Whispering your name into your ears
Telling you how much I need to make you cum
How badly I need to feel your body rock with pleasure
How intently I need to lock my eyes with yours as you climax like an earthquake
Your mouth open and breathing so heavily
Shaking all over as my rod rams into your cunt
My angle and thickness hitting every nerve correctly
My strength holding you down. Restraining you
My flexing cock filling you and making you rock from side to side
Your hungry lips squeezing my meat
Your nails clawing my back
Your legs trapping my hips until you're done with me
Crossed behind my ass
As I thrust and shove, pierce and grunt
Still staring into your eyes
Reveling in the touch of your soft white skin
Smelling your hungry arousal
Cum for me sweet Lola
Please me
Your cunt needs this
Your body needs this
My balls continue to slap against you
My strong hands continue to hold your down
Trapping you even as you trap me
My burning lust smoldering
You feel the warmth glow within you
Beginning its spread through your body
Like warm honey flowing all through you
Cum for me
Release yourself
******
This was one of the most incredible experiences. Reading it all as one post doesn't seem to do it justice. What made it incredible was the anticipation of each line of text. Not knowing exactly what was coming. Combining that with the electricity pulsing through me as my fingers found their way along my slit, my clit, my cunt. The powerful waves of ecstasy coursing throughout me as I read those most delicious words, "Cum for me, Lola." Relinquishing that power to someone I'd never met in person, with only his images and words swirling through my mind.
******
omygod. that was awesome!
i can barely fucking move! totally blissed out
smiles
thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou
mwah
licking lips.
catching breath...
god! that was good!
I'm so very pleased.
Mmm-mmm-mmm. Me too! Unbelievably so.
I've never done that before.
******
Have you ever cum for someone or made someone cum with only your words floating out through cyberspace? If so, do you remember the first time? Please share your experience with us in the comments or leave us a link to a post on your own blog.
Monday Memories: Losing It
I actually found some time this morning before class to write this week's memory. Yeah me!
The first time a girl (or guy) has sex is supposed to be magical, right? Or at least memorable. :) Alas, my first time was neither really. I may be one of the very few, but I don't really remember much of my first time.
I was twenty, a junior in college. I'd recently decided to leave behind the religious teachings of my youth, and I'd been dating A for a couple of weeks. Even back then, in my naivete, I moved pretty quickly. He was a year younger than me and much more experienced sexually. We had good chemistry, and I wanted to try sex. For sure.
The very first time we tried, it just didn't work. I don't really remember what happened. Perhaps I was too nervous (I do believe his roommate was asleep in the same room. Damn! We were inconsiderate). Or simply not wet enough. Either way, I think I must have complained about it hurting or something because he (being a gentleman) stopped. We probably continued to make-out, and I probably still spent the night wrapped in his arms.
We tried again a few days later. Much more successfully. I don't really remember that time, either.
Must have been good, though, because I moved in with him a few months later and continued to date him for more than 3 years.
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How about you? What was your first time like? Do you remember the sounds, the smells? Was it magical? We'd love to hear about, so please link up and/or leave a comment!
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I was twenty, a junior in college. I'd recently decided to leave behind the religious teachings of my youth, and I'd been dating A for a couple of weeks. Even back then, in my naivete, I moved pretty quickly. He was a year younger than me and much more experienced sexually. We had good chemistry, and I wanted to try sex. For sure.
The very first time we tried, it just didn't work. I don't really remember what happened. Perhaps I was too nervous (I do believe his roommate was asleep in the same room. Damn! We were inconsiderate). Or simply not wet enough. Either way, I think I must have complained about it hurting or something because he (being a gentleman) stopped. We probably continued to make-out, and I probably still spent the night wrapped in his arms.
We tried again a few days later. Much more successfully. I don't really remember that time, either.
Must have been good, though, because I moved in with him a few months later and continued to date him for more than 3 years.
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How about you? What was your first time like? Do you remember the sounds, the smells? Was it magical? We'd love to hear about, so please link up and/or leave a comment!
Monday Memories: First MFM
Damn! Here it is already 5:30pm on Monday, and I'm just getting around to writing about this week's memory. I don't have a lot of time to write it, either, but here goes.
My first MFM was a total accident. It wasn't planned.
It's wasn't as if a boyfriend (it was a couple years before I was married) had asked if I wanted to invite some to join us.
No, I was simply out at a bar - dancing the night away with a few girlfriends. Having a great time.
Next thing I knew, I had picked up not one, but two! guys to bring back with me to my apartment.
I was pretty damn proud of myself, actually.
The three of us played together on my small twin bed in my small bedroom that barely fit said bed. I'm not sure that they entirely knew what they were getting into. Perhaps one was more interested in me than the other. Perhaps one was just coming along to make sure his buddy didn't get screwed over.
I didn't really care.
I had a fucking cock in my mouth while another was fucking my cunt.
What more could a girl ask for?? It. was. fabulous!
At one point one of the guys moved out to the couch. Maybe he'd already cum. Maybe he was just tired. Maybe he was suddenly uncomfortable being naked around his buddy. I do kind of recall coaxing him back into the bedroom for a little while.
After we were all spent, the one guy moved back out to the couch while the other guy snuggled with me until morning. I kinda recall trying to get the three of us to snuggle, but the guys apparently were uncomfortable with that.
In the morning, they left. I don't recall any false pretenses of possibily doing it again. I don't think I even got their names...let alone their numbers.
What a slut, I know.
BUT it was a fucking good time. :))
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I'm not going to bother with the linky this week, but if you have an MFM story to share, please let us know in the comments!
My first MFM was a total accident. It wasn't planned.
It's wasn't as if a boyfriend (it was a couple years before I was married) had asked if I wanted to invite some to join us.
No, I was simply out at a bar - dancing the night away with a few girlfriends. Having a great time.
Next thing I knew, I had picked up not one, but two! guys to bring back with me to my apartment.
I was pretty damn proud of myself, actually.
The three of us played together on my small twin bed in my small bedroom that barely fit said bed. I'm not sure that they entirely knew what they were getting into. Perhaps one was more interested in me than the other. Perhaps one was just coming along to make sure his buddy didn't get screwed over.
I didn't really care.
I had a fucking cock in my mouth while another was fucking my cunt.
What more could a girl ask for?? It. was. fabulous!
At one point one of the guys moved out to the couch. Maybe he'd already cum. Maybe he was just tired. Maybe he was suddenly uncomfortable being naked around his buddy. I do kind of recall coaxing him back into the bedroom for a little while.
After we were all spent, the one guy moved back out to the couch while the other guy snuggled with me until morning. I kinda recall trying to get the three of us to snuggle, but the guys apparently were uncomfortable with that.
In the morning, they left. I don't recall any false pretenses of possibily doing it again. I don't think I even got their names...let alone their numbers.
What a slut, I know.
BUT it was a fucking good time. :))
******
I'm not going to bother with the linky this week, but if you have an MFM story to share, please let us know in the comments!
Monday Memories: Cunnilingus
I know, I know. Monday is nearly over, and I'm just getting around to writing this post. I have absolutely no good excuse either. I've spent this snowy holiday doing other completely unproductive tasks.
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This will probably be a relatively boring memory. I honestly can not remember my first time experiencing cunnilingus. What does that say about me? About the giver?
I can tell you that this never happened for me until my first long-term boyfriend, A. Not until after I'd had vaginal sex. Not until I was in my 20s.
So, while the first time may not have been the most memorable, I definitely have lots of yummy memories of subsequent times.
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Now it's your turn. Tell us about your first experience, either receiving or giving. I had some troubles with the linky last week, but I'm going to give it another try. If you've written a post on this, please link up, so we can read all about it.
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Next week: My first MFM
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This will probably be a relatively boring memory. I honestly can not remember my first time experiencing cunnilingus. What does that say about me? About the giver?
I can tell you that this never happened for me until my first long-term boyfriend, A. Not until after I'd had vaginal sex. Not until I was in my 20s.
Sad.
While I don't remember any details of a first time. I do recall many times when A would do this to me. He was quite skilled. I recall wrapping my legs around his head. As my orgasm would mount, my thighs would involuntarily squeeze together. He didn't seem to mind and would continue to eat and eat until I'd beg him to stop, my body convulsing in pleasure.
So, while the first time may not have been the most memorable, I definitely have lots of yummy memories of subsequent times.
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Now it's your turn. Tell us about your first experience, either receiving or giving. I had some troubles with the linky last week, but I'm going to give it another try. If you've written a post on this, please link up, so we can read all about it.
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Next week: My first MFM
Monday Memories: 1st Experience with Porn
My first experience with porn was when I was around 8 or so. I had a cousin who introduced this to me. We were the same age, and whenever I would go over to her house to play, we would inevitably end up locked in the bathroom looking at one of her dad's dirty magazines. I'd like to say I was the same open-minded girl back then, but I wasn't.
I felt dirty.
I ended up hating going over there to play.
But my mom would encourage it. She had no idea what we were up to.
This experience definitely did imprint on me. I do remember finding a dirty magazine in my mom's room a few years later. Sometimes I would sneak in there and look at the pics of naked men. I don't remember playing with myself at all. I just hid out and looked. I both didn't want to look and couldn't tear my eyes away.
The hard, erect cocks. The hair.
It was fascinating.
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How about you? What was your first experience with porn? Feel free to share it with us down in the comments or link us to your blog. If you blog about this today (or have in the past), I thought I'd give this linky-thing a try, so we can more easily share our stories with each other. So, go ahead and link up. :)
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Next week: Cunnilingus
I felt dirty.
I ended up hating going over there to play.
But my mom would encourage it. She had no idea what we were up to.
This experience definitely did imprint on me. I do remember finding a dirty magazine in my mom's room a few years later. Sometimes I would sneak in there and look at the pics of naked men. I don't remember playing with myself at all. I just hid out and looked. I both didn't want to look and couldn't tear my eyes away.
The hard, erect cocks. The hair.
It was fascinating.
*****
How about you? What was your first experience with porn? Feel free to share it with us down in the comments or link us to your blog. If you blog about this today (or have in the past), I thought I'd give this linky-thing a try, so we can more easily share our stories with each other. So, go ahead and link up. :)
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Next week: Cunnilingus
Monday Memories: 1st Blowjob
I've been meaning to blog about this for a few months, because I think it's a pretty funny story. I'd been dating 1st Love for a few months, when his family moved out-of-state. Obviously this was really hard on the both of us. We were in *love* (swoon. ya right.). I was now 17, and he was still 14.
Ok. Let me back up just a little bit. After our first kiss, things moved quite quickly. Before long, we couldn't keep our hands off each other. We were always making-out. Of course, our parents trusted us completely. We were both very active in our church at the time; we both outwardly believed that sex should be sacred and saved until marriage. Those strong ideals can only take you so far before you're totally enveloped in love.
We kissed. A lot.
Every time we watched a movie, we were sure to snuggle under a blanket. Easier for me to slip my hand down his pants and lace my fingers around his cock.
Maybe his parents knew and ignored it.
Maybe not.
Back to the blowjob...
So, he and his family were moving to the next state over. Since his mom and my mom were best friends, since my dad worked for the airlines and I could fly home for cheap, since they trusted us quite a deal, I was invited to drive down with them and stay for a few days in their new home. It was the end of summer, so there was no need to worry about missing school or anything.
I drove down with them.
I was very helpful - cleaning, unpacking, etc.
We still managed to have a lot of time alone together.
His room was in the basement. It was kind of a unique set-up where he was pretty separated from the rest of the house.
I believe I was sleeping on the floor upstairs somewhere. For some reason, I think it was in the living room, but that doesn't make sense - considering I was a 17-year-old girl. It's not really important to this story, anyway.
I remember how much we thought we were in love.
We'd lied together many times...
professing our love,
telling each other how badly we wanted to buy some condoms and sleep with each other, but how we knew it was wrong.
One night, after everyone had gone to sleep, 1st Love crept back upstairs. We moved to an attic room. It wasn't creepy attic; it was finished with carpet. I think the intent was for it to become a craft room or something for his mom. At this time, it was just an empty room. It was the peak of the house, so the ceiling was very slanted. I know that's not important, but I'm surprised at how vividly I can still visualize this.
He stood, leaning against the wall. I don't remember what he was wearing. Did he still have a shirt on? Was he wearing pajama bottoms? I do remember exactly what I was wearing: a hot pink/magenta satiny pajama set. The top was a button-up, short-sleeved shirt; the bottoms were shorts with an elastic waistband. The set was all one solid color. It wasn't anything special - just my regular pjs that I wore often. I wasn't dressing up for him. They were comfy, and I liked them.
I knelt before him. Did I pull his pants down? Did they stay crumpled at his feet? I wrapped my lips around his cock. I think I may have sucked his cock before but never like this. We were confident we were alone and wouldn't be disturbed. I had never knelt before him like this.
I bobbed my head up and down on his cock as he leaned back against the wall.
I felt his hardness in my mouth.
I swirled my tongue around his head, shaft.
I'd like to say I was a natural. Who knows?
Remember, he was only 14! Anything probably would've felt fantastic.
And fantastic it felt for him.
Suddenly, I felt something spurting in my mouth.
I had no idea what was happening. I guess I hadn't paid enough attention in sex ed, because I'd forgotten that something was going to come out!
I jerked my head off his cock so fast.
His cum shot everywhere!
My face.
My hair.
All over my pajamas.
I was shocked and totally thrown. Looking back, I totally laugh at my naivete.
After he'd finished cumming, we crept back downstairs, threw my cum-covered pajamas in the washer, started the cycle, and went back to our respectives beds. I've often wondered if his mom ever found it a bit suspicious that the washer started in the middle of the night and that it was washing only a few articles of clothing. As I type this, I also wonder what it is I slept in for the rest of the night and what I wore to breakfast the next morning. Hmm...
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I'm not sure if I recorded this in my journal or not. I'll check tonight after I get home from work, and update this post, if I find anything interesting. UPDATE: No mention of this in my journal at all. Probably filled with too much guilt to write it down.
*****
Now it's your turn. Tell us about your first blowjob (giving or receiving).
I also thought perhaps I'd say what I'd be sharing next week, so you can be in eager anticipation all week. Or better yet, so you can join me on your own blog. Next week: 1st experience with porn.
Ok. Let me back up just a little bit. After our first kiss, things moved quite quickly. Before long, we couldn't keep our hands off each other. We were always making-out. Of course, our parents trusted us completely. We were both very active in our church at the time; we both outwardly believed that sex should be sacred and saved until marriage. Those strong ideals can only take you so far before you're totally enveloped in love.
We kissed. A lot.
Every time we watched a movie, we were sure to snuggle under a blanket. Easier for me to slip my hand down his pants and lace my fingers around his cock.
Maybe his parents knew and ignored it.
Maybe not.
Back to the blowjob...
So, he and his family were moving to the next state over. Since his mom and my mom were best friends, since my dad worked for the airlines and I could fly home for cheap, since they trusted us quite a deal, I was invited to drive down with them and stay for a few days in their new home. It was the end of summer, so there was no need to worry about missing school or anything.
I drove down with them.
I was very helpful - cleaning, unpacking, etc.
We still managed to have a lot of time alone together.
His room was in the basement. It was kind of a unique set-up where he was pretty separated from the rest of the house.
I believe I was sleeping on the floor upstairs somewhere. For some reason, I think it was in the living room, but that doesn't make sense - considering I was a 17-year-old girl. It's not really important to this story, anyway.
I remember how much we thought we were in love.
We'd lied together many times...
professing our love,
telling each other how badly we wanted to buy some condoms and sleep with each other, but how we knew it was wrong.
One night, after everyone had gone to sleep, 1st Love crept back upstairs. We moved to an attic room. It wasn't creepy attic; it was finished with carpet. I think the intent was for it to become a craft room or something for his mom. At this time, it was just an empty room. It was the peak of the house, so the ceiling was very slanted. I know that's not important, but I'm surprised at how vividly I can still visualize this.
He stood, leaning against the wall. I don't remember what he was wearing. Did he still have a shirt on? Was he wearing pajama bottoms? I do remember exactly what I was wearing: a hot pink/magenta satiny pajama set. The top was a button-up, short-sleeved shirt; the bottoms were shorts with an elastic waistband. The set was all one solid color. It wasn't anything special - just my regular pjs that I wore often. I wasn't dressing up for him. They were comfy, and I liked them.
I knelt before him. Did I pull his pants down? Did they stay crumpled at his feet? I wrapped my lips around his cock. I think I may have sucked his cock before but never like this. We were confident we were alone and wouldn't be disturbed. I had never knelt before him like this.
I bobbed my head up and down on his cock as he leaned back against the wall.
I felt his hardness in my mouth.
I swirled my tongue around his head, shaft.
I'd like to say I was a natural. Who knows?
Remember, he was only 14! Anything probably would've felt fantastic.
And fantastic it felt for him.
Suddenly, I felt something spurting in my mouth.
I had no idea what was happening. I guess I hadn't paid enough attention in sex ed, because I'd forgotten that something was going to come out!
I jerked my head off his cock so fast.
His cum shot everywhere!
My face.
My hair.
All over my pajamas.
I was shocked and totally thrown. Looking back, I totally laugh at my naivete.
After he'd finished cumming, we crept back downstairs, threw my cum-covered pajamas in the washer, started the cycle, and went back to our respectives beds. I've often wondered if his mom ever found it a bit suspicious that the washer started in the middle of the night and that it was washing only a few articles of clothing. As I type this, I also wonder what it is I slept in for the rest of the night and what I wore to breakfast the next morning. Hmm...
*****
I'm not sure if I recorded this in my journal or not. I'll check tonight after I get home from work, and update this post, if I find anything interesting. UPDATE: No mention of this in my journal at all. Probably filled with too much guilt to write it down.
*****
Now it's your turn. Tell us about your first blowjob (giving or receiving).
I also thought perhaps I'd say what I'd be sharing next week, so you can be in eager anticipation all week. Or better yet, so you can join me on your own blog. Next week: 1st experience with porn.
Monday Memories: First Kiss
I've decided to run a new series on Mondays. Monday Memories. Each week, I'll slip down memory lane sharing a favorite memory. The first several weeks I'll be showcasing some of my Firsts. Feel free to join me on your own blog or in the comments below. Also, if you have any ideas for good Firsts, let me know, because sometimes my mind needs a little jogging. :)
Sexually, I've always been a little late to the game. Remember, I grew up in a very religious home. Sex (and all things leading up to sex) were to be saved for marriage. I believed this for a very long time. Also, dating began at 16. :)
I did wait until I was 16 before I had a boyfriend. He was a friend from church, but he was not yet 16. I just did the math, and he was only 14. Oops!
That first love is so sweet and fun! Mmm. Everything is so new and exciting. We'd been hanging out and dating for several weeks. One afternoon/evening, we were over at his brother and SIL's place. They lived in an apartment building in the same town. I don't really remember much of anything that happened earlier in the visit (after consulting my journal from the time, apparently, I'd gone over to watch a movie. Funny how that part of the memory escapes me.), but as he walked me out, we paused and lingered on the landing between the 2nd and 3rd floors. Not necessarily the most romantic place with the harsh lights of the apartment building and the blah-decor, but still...
He was holding my hand.
He pulled me into him and gently kissed me.
Right on the mouth.
It was sweet.
Something I'd wanted for quite a while.
Was it everything I'd expected? Probably not. Was it magical? Definitely. Did it make my stomach flipflop and increase my lusting desire for him? Oh yeah!
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Here is what I wrote in my journal about it, "On my way to leave, we said good-bye in the hallway. He gave me a kiss good-night. I had wanted it for so long. It felt so good. That's all I could think about [the next day]." Guess I wasn't too much into writing the details of what had happened. Hehe.
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Now it's your turn. Tell us about your first kiss. :-*
Sexually, I've always been a little late to the game. Remember, I grew up in a very religious home. Sex (and all things leading up to sex) were to be saved for marriage. I believed this for a very long time. Also, dating began at 16. :)
I did wait until I was 16 before I had a boyfriend. He was a friend from church, but he was not yet 16. I just did the math, and he was only 14. Oops!
That first love is so sweet and fun! Mmm. Everything is so new and exciting. We'd been hanging out and dating for several weeks. One afternoon/evening, we were over at his brother and SIL's place. They lived in an apartment building in the same town. I don't really remember much of anything that happened earlier in the visit (after consulting my journal from the time, apparently, I'd gone over to watch a movie. Funny how that part of the memory escapes me.), but as he walked me out, we paused and lingered on the landing between the 2nd and 3rd floors. Not necessarily the most romantic place with the harsh lights of the apartment building and the blah-decor, but still...
He was holding my hand.
He pulled me into him and gently kissed me.
Right on the mouth.
It was sweet.
Something I'd wanted for quite a while.
Was it everything I'd expected? Probably not. Was it magical? Definitely. Did it make my stomach flipflop and increase my lusting desire for him? Oh yeah!
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Here is what I wrote in my journal about it, "On my way to leave, we said good-bye in the hallway. He gave me a kiss good-night. I had wanted it for so long. It felt so good. That's all I could think about [the next day]." Guess I wasn't too much into writing the details of what had happened. Hehe.
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Now it's your turn. Tell us about your first kiss. :-*
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