My first sexual partner, and really my first actual boyfriend, was a guy I'll refer to as The Hippy. We met in high school senior year, and then went to the same college. We fooled around a fair bit, but ended up waiting over a year before we had sex. This may have partially been my fault, as I had told him at the beginning of our relationship that he better not expect to get me into bed as quickly as he did his ex (they started having sex after 2 weeks of dating, and I wasn't gonna deal with that), and I think I might have scared him from asking me later in the relationship because of my no nonsense attitude towards things at the beginning. I could have brought the subject up, but to be honest I originally dated The Hippy simply because he asked me out, and I stayed dating him because he didn't dump me (I know, not the best reason to be with someone). Hippy and I ended up dating for 2 1/2 years, though we rarely ever had sex, which says something about my general lack of feelings towards him.
My first time with Hippy was not a pleasant experience. Both of us were nervous, and as a result of said nervousness, he was not able to focus on the task at hand, making Mr Happy not so very happy. I would like to say that I was very understanding of the situation, as I was nervous as well, but he felt insecure and tried to say that he couldn't stay aroused because I was "doing it wrong". How a female can not perform correctly in the Missionary position is beyond me, but that was his story and he was sticking to it. We had sex a few times after that, but I just couldn't bring myself to enjoy it, and after about a month I asked him if we could stop, and for the last year and a half of our relationship we might of had sex about 5 times, all of them unsatisfying on my part.
And so my sexual life began on a rather sad note, but fear not, for the next lovers in my life more than made up for this bad start.
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- I am a 20-something college student in Southern California. You may not look at me and see a sex starved maniac, but as they say, looks can be deceiving.
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Sunday, October 24, 2010
The Beginning
I have been blessed with some wonderful intimate partners over the course of my life, but I have also had some particularly lackluster ones as well. Instead of just brushing these bad partners off as being merely a bad pick or taking the wonderful lovers for granted by seeing them as a "lucky choice", I have chosen to look at each one as being part of some grand lesson from which I will hopefully grow and improve as a person and as a positive sexual being.
Since I feel like it, I figure it might be nice to write about my lovers from past to present, a form of sexual timeline if you will. Names will be changed to protect the not so innocent, and I will do my best to make these stories as interesting as possible. This could also be a sort of character bio, helping me give background information for the lovers that end up in posts about my sexual romps and all sorts of sordid tales.
Since I feel like it, I figure it might be nice to write about my lovers from past to present, a form of sexual timeline if you will. Names will be changed to protect the not so innocent, and I will do my best to make these stories as interesting as possible. This could also be a sort of character bio, helping me give background information for the lovers that end up in posts about my sexual romps and all sorts of sordid tales.
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