Post by ladylightning on Aug 23, 2012 16:00:21 GMT -5
Ok guys, new to the site. Be gentle =P
I had some major issues with intimacy to get through on my first time. I was 22, and felt like I should have lost my virginity ages ago... but due to personal fears and past experiences with guys I'd never had a proper boyfriend until then. A good friend of mine asked me out and I decided it was time to man up (so to speak) or stay cold and alone in an early spinsterdom existance.
We started dating. He'd slept with other people, and that made me nervous. But he couldn't really hide his attraction to me, and knowing I was physically wanted really helped me to feel more secure about my body, and helped with the paranoias of "I have an ugly body" or "there must be something wrong with me" issues which had developed in my mind due to not having had a boyfriend for years.
The day after it happened, I wrote about it in my diary. Hope this isn't too much information for you, but this place seems pretty open.
"I totally had sex. Oh yeah. *Self five!*
But OHMYGOD THE PAIN! I'm not a pansy about pain but my Goddd. It was just ridiculous. Oooh, sensual, my insides are ripping! Had to stop him. Tried again. Stopped him again and proceded to become really pissy. He was fine with it (apparently) but I felt like an *emo face* faaaailuuure! I think it was less depressed emotion though and more annoyance that I couldn't master the pain. (DAMNIT!)
*Later on in the entry*
Later, I decided to take the plunge because (DAMNIT!) I was not leaving my visit to his on a sour note. No way, no how.
I was still scared, and felt gross or stupid, asking him to stretch me out more first. But it helped and soon enough, we were trying again. It hurt again at first, but not quite as badly as before. (He always stopped when I asked him to and was very gentle.) The pain faded and before I knew it he was really going for it. Felt smug and happy that I could make him feel good."
Was ridiculously happy to find I'm not too shabby at sex.
Demanded a shower right after, and came back to find the bed covered in blood. In an incredulous voice I boomed possibly the biggest faux pas for the situation:
Me: "Oh my GOD!! I was like a WOUNDED ANIMAL!!"
Him: "Wha-?"
Me: "I've left a TRAIL!!!"
Yep, whenever I look back to my first time all I can think is 'I'm a sexy beast... a sexy wounded beast!'
But maybe that's just my odd sense of humour.
I then proceded to get a bitchin' water infection, which was far from pleasant.
I had some major issues with intimacy to get through on my first time. I was 22, and felt like I should have lost my virginity ages ago... but due to personal fears and past experiences with guys I'd never had a proper boyfriend until then. A good friend of mine asked me out and I decided it was time to man up (so to speak) or stay cold and alone in an early spinsterdom existance.
We started dating. He'd slept with other people, and that made me nervous. But he couldn't really hide his attraction to me, and knowing I was physically wanted really helped me to feel more secure about my body, and helped with the paranoias of "I have an ugly body" or "there must be something wrong with me" issues which had developed in my mind due to not having had a boyfriend for years.
The day after it happened, I wrote about it in my diary. Hope this isn't too much information for you, but this place seems pretty open.
"I totally had sex. Oh yeah. *Self five!*
But OHMYGOD THE PAIN! I'm not a pansy about pain but my Goddd. It was just ridiculous. Oooh, sensual, my insides are ripping! Had to stop him. Tried again. Stopped him again and proceded to become really pissy. He was fine with it (apparently) but I felt like an *emo face* faaaailuuure! I think it was less depressed emotion though and more annoyance that I couldn't master the pain. (DAMNIT!)
*Later on in the entry*
Later, I decided to take the plunge because (DAMNIT!) I was not leaving my visit to his on a sour note. No way, no how.
I was still scared, and felt gross or stupid, asking him to stretch me out more first. But it helped and soon enough, we were trying again. It hurt again at first, but not quite as badly as before. (He always stopped when I asked him to and was very gentle.) The pain faded and before I knew it he was really going for it. Felt smug and happy that I could make him feel good."
Was ridiculously happy to find I'm not too shabby at sex.
Demanded a shower right after, and came back to find the bed covered in blood. In an incredulous voice I boomed possibly the biggest faux pas for the situation:
Me: "Oh my GOD!! I was like a WOUNDED ANIMAL!!"
Him: "Wha-?"
Me: "I've left a TRAIL!!!"
Yep, whenever I look back to my first time all I can think is 'I'm a sexy beast... a sexy wounded beast!'
But maybe that's just my odd sense of humour.
I then proceded to get a bitchin' water infection, which was far from pleasant.