The-Clitoris.com: The Female Sexual Experience: Shared Sexual Histories and Experiences Vol. 7

This page has been created to allow women the opportunity to share their sexual experiences with others. They can disclose how they became aware of their sexuality, what they have learned about their sexuality, how they learned to enjoy it, and even hurdles they have had to conquer. Women can present their sexual histories if they so desire. This will allow women to learn from each other's experiences.

If you would like to share your own sexual experiences you can do so at DoubleClickHeaven.com if you are a woman, and StrokingHeaven.com if you are a man.

Serena

First off, I would love to say that this site is incredible! It has opened my mind so much, I'm 16 going on 17 this year and have always felt like I was unaware of my body. My mom passed away when I was ten, and my dad has raised me and my brother (who is two years younger than me) on his own. Since the passing of mom, my dad has found a girlfriend, but her and I are not very close. We don't talk much, let alone talk about sex. I knew the basic mechanics of my body and sex, but after visiting this site I realized that I didn't know as much as I thought I did. So thank you so very much.

That being said, I'm a virgin, although I have had plenty of chances to lose it, I always stop for some reason. I've been very sexual all my life. I had my first boyfriend in kindergarten, and we 'dated' until fifth grade. People ask me how long my longest relationship was and I laugh and say "six years". I had my first kiss with him (closed mouth) and he was the first time I ever experienced touching in a romantic way (holding hands, hugging, just embracing each other in general).

When I was really young (7?) I discovered while showering with a detachable shower head, that spraying water 'down there' felt good. I did it a lot I don't remember exactly when I started masturbating, but I know I was very young. I didn't know what I was doing, but I felt guilty. I had no idea that what I was doing was related to sex, but my family put a very big stress on things like showering, changing, and using the toilet as very private things. It may be considered normal for a young kid to randomly pull his/her pants down in public, but I can assure you, I never did. I knew better, my parents made sure of that.

I had my first French kiss in sixth grade, the first time a guy ever touched me underneath my clothing was in ninth grade. My boyfriend at the time fingered me. I've had LOTS of boyfriends over my short sixteen year old life.

I've always liked men. I have a memory of when I was younger hanging out with my older cousin (much older, he was probably late twenties at the time, I was only about eight) and sitting on his lap. I felt something through his pants on my butt, I shifted my weight so that I was directly on it. I liked feeling this 'bump' up against me. He didn't, he moved me back to his thigh, I got mad and moved back, he then moved me again. We continued that over and over again until I was upset and got off his lap. I didn't understand why he didn't like me feeling his 'bump'.

When I was in seventh grade I found out that my best friend wasn't a virgin anymore, after awhile I lied and said I wasn't either, even though to this day, I still am. I dated the same guy for most of my freshman year, and he was very sexual. He was a virgin, but was very anxious to lose it, and often did inappropriate things to me at school, like randomly lift up my shirt, slide his hand up my skirt, one time he even unhooked my bra through my shirt during p.e. and my friend and I had to find a secluded place for her to help me put my bra back on and we got in trouble by our p.e teacher because he thought we were trying to ditch class! I was very uncomfortable with all these things and eventually broke up with him.

In my sophomore year I became completely smitten with a guy who was incredibly sexy and I thought I didn't stand a chance, imagine my surprise when he got my number from my friends and started calling me, and started paying attention to me at school (he was so cute, every time he talked to me he got really nervous and looked down a lot and moved his feet around in circles) people were excited (and jealous! ) when I started dating him. He would put his hands in my underwear and grab my butt, and would slide them around to the front and rest them on the inside of my hip bone. He never made me feel uncomfortable, he knew his limits. Only once did he ever try to venture down farther than my hips and I grabbed his hand and slid it back up, he instantly got the hint saying "ok, I know, I know". He expressed interest in having sex with me, but it never happened.

The first time I was ever fingered was by the boyfriend I had after him, and it was a huge surprise. We had only been dating for about a week. We went to the mall and got bored quick. We had run out of money and had made plans to stay there for another hour or so. We wandered off away from the mall towards the parking lots. We stopped in one and sat down on a curb. Before I knew it he was behind me, grabbing my breasts, kissing my neck, and unbuttoning my pants. That caught me by surprise. My thoughts started running wild. Is this going to go any further? Oh, I hope I'm smooth, I really hope I'm smooth and not prickly ( I shave ). How is this going to feel? Is it okay that were doing this, we've only been dating for a week!

But then he started, and he was amazingly good. All my worry melted away, and I just focused on the pleasure. That whole trip to the mall he must've fingered me ten times, and each time was incredible. I had never been touched like that before so the only thing that I had to compare it to was the way I touched myself, and he was probably as good as me. I remember asking him "why are you so good at that?" and he simply smirked.

He was the first guy I ever touched in that way, in between those ten times he pleasured me, I gave him a handjob. I was nervous and wasn't very good at first, but he told me what he liked and I did what he said. I enjoyed it. I loved how he would moan my name into my ear, and how when he told me to do something and I did, he would say "oh babe, that's so good". It lasted awhile because every so often he would tell me to stop, then he would calm down and ask me if I would go again. He was trying not to cum, even though he eventually did. All over my sweater. I'm just glad my dad didn't notice, I went home and threw it in the wash right away. He expresses many times how bad he wanted me, but it never happened.

I dated another guy after him who I felt like I had my closest sexual experiences with. Even though I never touched him. He was older than the other guys I've dated, he had a car and would pick me up and I spent a lot of time at his house, oddly enough my dad was ok with this, although if he had known what was going on, I doubt he would've been as cool as he was. Things with him happened somewhat fast, although he respected my wishes and was a perfect gentleman about everything. Everything happened fast, but it was cute. I felt absolutely no pressure, unlike with the other two guys before him.

We started things out small. We would lie on his bed and talk and eventually we would start tickling each other, these tickle sessions would end with one of us on top of the other (sometimes him, sometimes me), both of us panting and getting out our last giggles, and a sexual tension that was very obvious. We had plenty of this little sessions before one actually ended in a kiss, and like I said he was perfect. He asked my permission for him to kiss me, I said yes, and it wasn't even a passionate French kiss, it was an innocent little smooch that lasted a few seconds, but I liked it and it left me longing for more.

I'm not sure exactly how but one time our tickle routine ended with me on top of him, making out, and his hands going in my shirt. He took my shirt off and undid my bra, and just like that I was half naked in front of a guy for the first time. My heart was beating out of my chest. I'm pretty comfortable with my body as I'm not overweight, a lot of boys like me, and I have worn a bikini every summer since I was 11, I am pretty confident in my looks, but at this moment I felt like It didn't matter how hot I thought I was, all that mattered was how HE felt about what he was seeing.

He laid there and looked me over for a minute, then he started caressing me. Running his hands from my hips up my stomach, up the curves of my waist, to my breasts. I playfully patted my stomach and laughed, he did the same thing and laughed too. He told me I looked beautiful, I said thank you, and he kissed my stomach. He made me feel great about myself, and I was around him topless plenty of times after that and it just felt like the most natural thing, I felt like the most beautiful person on the planet the way he looked at me. It was so important to me that he made me feel that way because that was my first time ever being exposed like that to anyone.

He started fingering me on a regular basis, sadly he wasn't as good as the guy before him, but it was still nice. Me being topless and braless became a regular basis thing also, and he started sucking on my nipples pretty much every time. There was one day in particular that stood out from the rest, the reason why I feel I was closer with him than any other guy I've dated even though we never had sex and I never even touched or saw his penis.

One day we were on his bed and all the usual happened: talking, some cuddling, tickling, he ended up on top of me this time, we made out, he rolled over and pulled me up over him, we continued kissing, he took off my shirt and bra, sucked on my nipples, I felt his hard penis on my crotch, and then we were grinding on each other. He grabbed my hips and started grinding me into him, while he was thrusting keeping time with the way he moved me. He let go of my hips as I began to easily maneuver myself, and went back to my breasts, which he knew were sensitive for me. It all felt incredible.

I felt his penis grinding hard into me, and I suddenly felt the need to have it inside of me. A need I have never felt before, I've always figured sex felt great, but I didn't even really like it much when I put fingers in my vagina when I masturbated, so I didn't really understand this need I suddenly felt. All I know was I wanted him BAD. Then it happened, the feeling I've only ever been able to give myself. I had a powerful orgasm. So powerful in fact that I completely froze. Maybe I was in shock?

I'm not completely sure, but I did the exact opposite of when I bring myself to orgasm and I just froze and I thought I turned into Jello, I almost fell on him, I grabbed the back of his bed for support because I was just about to collapse on him. He looked at me wondering why I stopped until he saw the look on my face, then he grabbed my belt and started me up again. It was the best thing I've ever felt.

After I composed myself I started grinding him again, hoping to get that feeling again and hoping that this would end with him in me, and then his parents got home. He kept going for a little bit, then he grabbed my shirt and bra, put them back on me, kissed me, told me that I was amazing (even though I could've done something during my orgasm! I felt so stupid for just freezing, to this day I have no idea why I did that, but it was a major ego booster for me that the first guy I ever rode said that I was good) and then rolled me off of him and cuddled me, which was great, but I was still burning with that intense need to feel him in me.

"So I was good?" I asked him while cuddling. "You were great" he said back. Then he said "too bad we still had our clothes on". This made me insane. I really wanted him and he wanted me, this might sound whoreish but I didn't care that his parents were home, I didn't care about anything but me getting back on him and riding him for real this time. I said "soooo, why don't we?" "my parents are home" I just stared at him like 'and?' he laughed and said "can you honestly tell me that if my mom walked in during it wouldn't be awkward?" I thought about, and of course it would be awkward, but I didn't know how to turn off this need. I looked at him and said "I want it, really bad" he said he knew.

Hmph. Boys never have an off switch? Well this one did, and as soon as my on switch was in overdrive his was off. I pouted, he noticed and asked me what was wrong. I told him that I was upset because I really wanted to. He said that he did to and that he'd be kicking himself in the ass later because of it. I understood and decided that today was magical regardless. It was for the best any ways because about a minute and a half later his sister came into his room to give him something, she noticed us cuddling and it wasn't awkward, she just did what she needed to do and then left, but it probably would've been a lot different if we were doing something else...

I broke up with that guy, and that was the last thing we did together. It's a fond memory for me even though we didn't stay together. He was the first guy who saw me with my clothes off, he was the first guy to bring me to orgasm, and he was the first guy I ever actually even considered having sex with. Through it all he made me feel amazing about myself and my body and he was a really good boyfriend. I just realized that I wasn't as committed as I thought I was so I broke up with him, not fair to string somebody along when you don't have feelings for them anymore.

We stayed friends for a little while and then lost contact, this was a year ago, and I haven't talked to him since then. I'm glad we didn't end up having sex that day, yes my body really really wanted it, would I have regretted it, no probably not, but I broke up with him a week later because I realized that I didn't feel that much for him. I'm glad I had a chance to think about it, and even at the time I was kind of glad that his parents came home because I was a little scared of this new found desire and how it was controlling me, I felt like I didn't get a chance to think about it, I was just being ruled by my wants.

Ya know how people say a lot that guys think with their little head instead of their big one? That's what it felt like for me, this is going to sound bad, but it was like it didn't matter who it was, it was just that he had a penis and I wanted it. I love that I experienced so many firsts with him for the time that I was with him, but I'm even more happy that I figured out my feelings for him, and that there weren't really any. This still remains a good memory, and I am going to make sure that next time I get that close I really know my feelings for the person I am with.

Thank you so much for letting me share, I know I wrote a novel, maybe even a boring one, but that is the first time I have ever shared my feelings about all these things with someone and it feels great to do it =]

Mariel

I consider myself sexually immature, though I have been married for 27 years, and have two children..I've only had consensual sex with one other man, before I even met my husband. I was raped at knife point by a family friend when I was 18....only three other people know about this.

I love, love, love oral sex!!!I love to put on a pair of silky sexy panaties, and I lay on my stomach, gently grinding against the mattress until my husband climbs into bed. When he goes down on me and start to softly flick his tongue on my silk covered crotch, it is heaven. He then slides his tongue under my panties, and when I feel his tongue in my already hot and juicy pussy, I begin to climax. As long as his tongue is in my pussy, I will climax over and over. I will go down on him, not something I like, but something I do because I know it makes him happy. I absolutely will not let him cum in my mouth. When we reach the point where he is ready to put his cock in me, I start to disassociate...too many memories of the rape. Over the years, though, I have become a rather proficient actress, and I'm sure my husband believes that intercourse is completely acceptable and satisfying for me. I would never think of telling him otherwise....he is so good to me, and I would hate to hurt his feelings.

Next to my husband eating my pussy, I get so much pleasure and happiness from fantasizing about another woman going down on me...I always picture s beautiful woman, a gentle woman, soft touch, soft lips, soft voice, wanting me so badly, telling me that I am good and special, and all kinds of things only a woman would say to another woman. I have no desire to go down on another woman...I only ache to be on the receiving end. Just thinking about it and my pussy throbs with desire and longing.

Now for the scary part of all this..My strict Catholic upbringing has left me with a very strong sense of guilt when I do anything I perceive might be wrong or immoral, which is basically almost everything I've described. Guilt leads to a need to punish myself...hence, the cutting. Sometimes I will cut on my arms, though usually on the insides of my thighs, and oftentimes, I put the knife inside my pussy and cut...this is the ultimate punishment for "dirty sex". My best friend, who is also my doctor, is aware that this has happened, though she has no idea as to the extent. Every time I do it, I tell myself that it will not happen again, but....

I've always been able to talk to my women friends more easily than my husband about everyday things, and I wish I could talk to tham about all of this. And I think my fantasies about a woman eating me out comes from my belief that a woman would talk to me about my clit, about my labia, reassure me that they are a beautiful, good, and an "o.k." thing...her focus , instead of being on the end goal of sex, would be about reaffirming my right to live as a sexual being.

Does anyone have any thought on any of this, and how does one "know" if another woman is interested in eating out another woman? I know for a fact, without any question, that this is not anything my best friend and my other close friends would ever consider.

Thanks for listening!

P.S. I don't know how to masturbate..I don't even know "where" my clit is. I have looked in a mirror, but when I touch what I think is my clit, I don't experience any "good" feelings.

Anonymous

I was about 9 when I first started masturbating. I had a friend that told me about the "spot" at a sleepover. It was never a physical thing between us, though one time we did use a mirror to examine ourselves and each other. We would finger ourselves in a closet, the same closet, for a few years, until I guess we outgrew it or our interest in boys increased. She also told me about the bath nozzle, with water running over my clit, which is a method I use today!

My first sexual experiences, other than with her, were when I was 11. I probably knew more about biology than most girls of my generation. My father and brother worked on a ranch, so I had pretty basic knowledge of biology. The owners of the ranch had a son that was 3 years older than me. I dunno, he was a kid to, and I initiated the whole thing, but I guess I still feel guilt about what happened that summer, but I really don't think it messed me up and it was probably a positive experience. I'm glad it ended when it did, because it could have led to something I wasn't physically and emotionally ready for.

Like I said, B and I lived on a ranch, and no other children lived close, so we ran around together a lot. Rode horses, went fishing, stuff like that. We went skinny-dipping a few times when we were younger, but it wasn't anything more than just being mischievous. It wasn't a sexual thing for either of us. He was my friend, and we were having fun.

When I was 11 I was very tall and skinny. I had a negative self-image. Also, I was self-conscious, because my boobs were growing. I dunno, other girls in my class had them, but I just felt I was too tall and skinny, and they just made me look funny.

Anyway, that summer I would go to with B, my father, and my brother to the hayfields. I would sit in the truck and read books while they were working. One day, I was with them and I was wearing a very loose pair of overalls, probably hand-me-downs from my brother (we were country folk, mind you). They had 2 buttons on each side. I laid back in the corner against the door, unbuttoned the side, and reached into my panties and started rubbing my clit. I was enjoying myself for a while, and then B drove up on his tractor. He was done for the day.

When he got off his tractor, I reached up and grabbed his balls. Actually, I hurt him. He got mad at me; I didn't know what I was doing. I did it a couple more times. He said "would you like that if I did it to you?" and I replied "you got 2 choices" and touched one of my boobs and my crotch. He rolled his eyes and went to the truck. I guess he had to think about it. He was always more reluctant than I was that summer. He was probably scared.

He got out and came up to me. He gently felt my boobs. I grabbed his balls again, and he got mad. He said "If you're gonna touch my dick and balls, do it so that it doesn't hurt me!" He took my hand and ran it gently from his lower crotch up, letting me feel his erection. He actually showed me where I could be rough and where to be gentle. Then his hands were all over me, and he was kissing the back of my neck. I was so tingly and I loved it.

It went along to a point where he was like "I will show you mine if you show me yours" and I agreed. But I backed out after I saw it. It scared me. I didn't know that teenage boys got bigger as they got older. I mean, I saw him before when we were skinny-dipping. I thought it was huge, but it was probably average for someone his age. He got so mad about that. I was intrigued by the shape. I also felt a little revulsion I guess. I hadn't seen an erection on a boy before. I wouldn't even look him in the eyes for the rest of the day.

We felt each other many more times that summer, each time going a little bit farther. We never had intercourse; I wasn't capable of it at that point. He actually got very good at masturbating me, and I learned that it's ok to tell someone what you like and don't like. And, he was got very stimulated visually (like most men). The first time I showed him my body nude, he went from soft to hard in like 5 seconds. His penis pointed straight out at me. It was completely amazing to me at that time. I really turned him on!
The last time we did anything like this we were in my bedroom, both of us completely nude. We were feeling each other and kissing. I was stroking his penis, and he was moaning and telling me how good it felt. He was running his finger between my lips and up to my clit. I was very wet, and it felt so good. Suddenly, he said "stop". I thought I did something wrong. He said "gotta go", dressed real fast and left. I thought I had done something wrong. He wouldn't tell me for a few days what happened, but he eventually told me that "you almost made me cum". I didn't know what that meant for a few days, I had to ask around.

After that, he wouldn't do anything with me, and I guess it's probably good. School started and he went to high school, so we didn't see each other that much until the next summer. We were still friends, but we never did anything sexual until he was in college, and we had a chance meeting, but that's another story.

I had no other opportunity to be with a boy until I was 16 and at least I knew a little more. The first time I had sex it hurt, but only emotionally. I can't say I didn't like it, I just didn't like how he treated me afterward, but I guess I wanted more than a "one night stand" as we called it back then.

That summer I got to know my body and I got to have fun with my friend. It could have ended up very badly, because I didn't know anything about birth control. But, for the most part I think it was a good experience.

Emma - Age 17

I do not know how long I have been masturbating for, but I can remember that when I was about four I used to have a bath with my sister- we are twins you see. One day we were sitting in the bath and we were splashing each other with water. She started to playfully kick me and suddenly she hit my clitoris. I got the most amazing feeling from that and so I asked her to rub me down there. I did not know what I was doing at the time but I knew that it felt really good.

Over the next few years I forgot about the feeling that it had given me until I was about fourteen. I touched my clit whilst washing and suddenly got the most amazing feeling. I have tried fingering myself and tried to stick objects up my vagina but that did not work for me... I did not come or achieve an orgasm until I found the wonders of an electric toothbrush. I turned the back of the head of the toothbrush onto my finger and noticed that it vibrated and I wondered what it felt like on my clit. When I first put it on my clit, it felt so wonderful and within two minutes i was panting and moaning...

I am and have always been single ( part of the reason for this is that I attend an all Girl's school) but am happy this way at the second. I am enjoying life to the full and see a boy in my life as a rare bonus. I do fantasise about being fucked and having a penis in my mouth now and then.

:)

Bea - Age 18

I first want to say this site is awesome and has given me lots of insight on other womens and my own sexuality. Thank you. I hope you post this one day, it's really something I want to share.

I have been masturbating since maybe 7 or 8. I used to use pen caps when I was really young and shower nozzle. When I got older it was hairbrush handles and electric toothbrush. My mother raised me and my brothers alone and very liberally. Sexual things were never wrong or filthy, but weren't exactly encouraged either. I remember one time my mother said, "I don't care if you guys run around naked." I was 8 maybe and my brothers young also. so we went to our rooms and got naked but wrapped ourselves in blankets and sat with each other in the living room that night, giggling and smiling. I remember also one time my brothers and I and maybe a neighbor kid were all naked and just laid on top of each other. There was no touching involved, although I'm not sure if this actually happened because my memories of this are very vague. I used to imagine when I was 8 or 9 that my older brother would come into my room and start touching me. I wanted him to do it but it was just a fantasy. When I was 11 maybe I had a crush on one of my best friends and would sleep really close to her when we had sleepovers. Ever since then I was very attracted to girls and had 2 girlfriends in highschool and kissed a lot of my friends. One of my girlfriends fingered me but I was so inexperianced at that point it was awkward and scary for me, although I did orgasm. I had a boyfriend my freshman year but was always more intrested in girls. My second boyfriend is now my husband and the man I gave my virginity to. I was 15, he was 16 and we had been together for 2 months. He was and is to this day the only person to truly arouse me. I had been masturbating and having orgasms for years and I knew what sex was about. My mother had given me the book Our Bodies Ourselves which is extremely outdated but it taught me a lot. The first night my husband ever touched me we were in my room kissing and he put his hand in my pants and touched my lips, and I orgasmed right then just from his touch. It was amazing. We had sex for the first time in September of 2006. My husband has weird quirks and sayings and one of them used to be, "Are you ready?" He said it in daily life so when he held up a condom and said it it was silly so I laughed. But he was serious so I said ok. We were just laying in his bed when he said it. I had masturbated a lot but when he put it in me I felt myself stretch. He is very big, even at 16 when we first had sex he was pretty large. He came in a few minuetes and I didn't, but I wasn't concerned. It wasn't a bug deal because I didn't really know what to expect and we were both virgins. At that time I think I was 145 pounds roughly and around 5'2" so I was and still am a thick curvy girl, and always felt self concious even though I am very pretty. But he loved my body then and loves it now. But still I didn't want to be on top because my breasts are large and sag. Then I saw Juno and I thought, "If that weird girl Juno can ride her boyfriend than so can I! Until then he was always on top or doggy style. But then I rode him and he loved it. I loved him and wanted to please him but I hated giving head. I had given head to an ex boyfriend 2 times I think and he made it so weird and awful for me so those ideas and memories still plagued me when I started going out with my husband. So when I gave him head it wasn't good because I didn't enjoy doing it. But when I saw his dedication to eating me I really gave him head, and have aptly earned the name "Miss B.J" by my close friends. We married in January 2009 at 18 and have been having awesome sex for years. I'll admit sometimes I fake it just so I can get some sleep, but I don't feel bad about it because I know I'll be getting mine tomorrow. I still have very strong desires for women but my wonderful open minded mother taught me that sexual feelings and desires are healthy and I'm excited to explore them further.

Mia - Age 21

Hi, I discovered your site a few months ago and have enjoyed reading the section on women's sexual experiences. I thought I'd write up my history for others to read. I'd love it to be posted!

I'm a 21 year old female, and I never masturbated when I was a child. I remember brief periods of curiosity about my body, sneaking long-handled spoons from the kitchen to explore myself with and looking in a mirror, but I never got a lot of pleasure out of it except for once when I watched myself pee in the mirror and got very turned on. When I got into high school and began talking to my friends about things more sexual than making out I discovered that all of them had orgasmed except me. I admitted this and felt a little ashamed. Eventually I stopped mentioning it and allowed them to come to the conclusion that it had happened at some point as I become sexually active, and once when I was asked again years later I silently nodded even though it wasn't true.

My parents were relatively open about sexuality, so I don't think it was about shame, although I never did get a 'masturbation talk', besides one in health class that only talked about boys. I didn't realized that I wasn't the norm.

My sophomore year of high school I started dating a Nice Boy. Nice Boy had a very silly sparse goatee and impressive abs for a 15 year old. We moved very slowly, sexually speaking, and after having been together a year we were naked together for the first time on a school trip to a European country. We were in the bathroom of his hotel room, me leaning back against the sink, him almost penetrating me, and I wanted it so bad, but we didn't have any condoms and he wasn't a spur-of-the-moment type guy. I was 16. 8 months later we had sex when my mom was at a conference (boys were NOT allowed in the house with her away). His penis was huge, about 8 inches, and it hurt like crazy-- not for lack of lube but a deep down internal bruise kind of soreness. He asked if he should stop but I knew it wouldn't get any better before it got worse so I powered through it. We experimented with oral and while it felt nice I still didn't cum.

A couple weeks later, having had sex only 3 times, I broke up with the Nice Boy for a 'Dangerous' Boy, a long-haired Phish fan stoner (my HS dreamboat) who turned out to be an ass. I had sex with dangerous boy within a month, taking his virginity as well. I was with him for about a year and a half, until the end of my first term in college when he broke my heart. The sex with him was better than my virginal attempts with Nice Boy and once stroking and licking my clit he got me so close to cumming that my legs were spasming, but I made him stop because it felt too intense.

After Dangerous Boy broke my heart I realized I needed some time to be single, having been in a relationship continuously since I was 15, but that didn't mean being without sex! I rebounded with Taken Boy. Taken Boy was tall, lean, and a violinist. Mmmm..... but Taken Boy had a girlfriend. He was amazing in bed but had a tiny penis. I think if it was bigger maybe he could have made me cum. (Note: I haven't slept with anyone else's partner since and I eventually confessed to his GF.) I also had a rebound with Strong Boy, who I had known since middle school, a muscled redhead with the biggest cock I've ever seen in person, so big that it hurt to pee after sex. But he was rough and I loved it. That went on for a few months, but he lived far away and just before I was going to visit him for a last time he met someone in the city and we haven't fucked since. I still fantasize about him though ;)

I finally went back to school after break for my second term and had a drunken/stoned one night stand with Peter Pan Boy. Peter Pan boy was a blond-haired waif with huge blue eyes who serenaded me on his mandolin and guitar before the most boring sex I've ever had, once at night and once before we got up in the morning. I'm pretty sure I haven't looked him in the eye since.

Around this time in my life I started thinking about wanting to cum. A girl I knew was telling people in the common room that her sister, who was older than us at 23, had just had her first orgasm. Most of us gasped and asked how, why it had taken so long! I stayed silent. Everything I read said I had to figure it out first, do it on my own, and I kept meaning to but I never did-- I think I was scared I wouldn't be able to, that there was something wrong with me.

Nearly a year after Dangerous Boy left me and a full 7 months of abstinence later (after Peter Pan) I met Smart Boy, who I'm still with now 2.5 years later. I was unsure of committing since the last time I had my heart was broken, but through his sensitivity and kindness Smart Boy convinced me to give it a try. Oh, yeah, and there was that threesome....

Before Smart Boy and I were officially together but after we had started hanging out and fooling around and realized that there was definitely something between us, his best friend from home came to campus to visit. This was Playful Boy. While slightly drunk Smart and I decided to seduce Playful. Both of them are bi (as am I) and Smart was talking about how it's so unfortunate that Playful hadn't gotten laid for so long. Drunk once again, I informed Playful that Smart and I were going to "take advantage of him." Playful assented and we had the most intense threesome. First they both focused on me, sucking my nipples and licking my clit, but then they got together and sucked each other's cocks while I watched. Playful makes an adorable whimpering sound when he's about to cum, and I loved it. Let me tell you there is NOTHING sexier than two boys getting each other off. I ended up having intercourse with Playful while Smart watched, and ironically that was when I realized that I wanted to be with Smart and no one else.

So from then on Smart Boy and I were inseparable. It bothered him that he couldn't make me cum and for a while he tried, but then he gave up. For a long time we had amazing sex, up to 3 times a day, but a bit over a year into our relationship my sex drive started to wane. I was bored, and I still hadn't had an orgasm.

Then, about two weeks ago, he and I were stoned (I'm not advocating drug use people, just a personal thing :D) and got horny. I don't remember why but I was suddenly very turned on. We went from the living room to the bed and I started touching myself while he undressed, and he got so turned on watching me. His cock was rock hard and he started jerking himself off. Then, it happened. I shouted and arched and moaned, I think I may have levitated!! I was paranoid for about a week that I wouldn't be able to do it again and so I didn't try, but eventually I got around to it and I've been cumming at least twice a day ever since. I realized that I was scared by so many people saying that it's more difficult to make a woman cum than a man.... but it's not. And I realized that in my sexual experience I've almost NEVER been fully aroused by penetration. My lips have been swollen in a way I've never seen before in the past week. And I have a brand-new respect for vibrators!

I hope reading this can help somebody out. Cheers!

Anonymous

I've always had a thing for nipples...I want a man or woman make my nipples hard and erect and then just slowly suck on them long...and hard. It makes me wet to think about it. Them sucking and twirling their toungue around my rock hard nipples and ill moan and grab their head and I've wanted to suck on another womans nipples to lick and twirl my toungue around her tips then take them deep into my mouth and give em a long...hard...wet...suck. Mmmhmm nipples when I see a womans nipples through her shirt I just wanna suck them til she moans out...I want a man to go down and suck my clit like he would my nipples....long broad strokes and suck hard on it til I come in his mouth.

Anonymous

I have been reading this site and it is only fair to submit my experience.

When I was 5 or 6, I was on vacation in another country (where part of my family is) and I remember the first time my cousin got on top of me. He is a year older than me, so then he was 7 or 8. It felt great the way he was rubbing up against me and I didn't know better so I welcomed it. A couple of years after that, I was more aware of what was going on. I must have been 13 where the same thing happened, he got on top of me. It was dry humping and I remember him holidng my wrists down. I started to develop around that time as well. He went to look down my shirt but I told him not to. After we were done, I felt ashamed and didn't talk to him for a week.

I am 24 now and sometimes I wish he was around to "play" with me like that... he did apologize on his behalf though. I am not mad at him. We were young and didn't have control over a great sensation, which then was unknown.

When I want to get off sometimes, I just think of him in me or on top of me, dry humping me. Other times, I wish I wasn't exposed to that at a young age.

Anonymous - Age 19

This morning I was in the car driving with my boyfriend and he told me to stop and pull over. I asked why and he said you'll see. He climbed over the seat and told me to follow. As I did this I fell on top of him and we somehow started on each other. We kissed for a while and he asked me if I wanted to? I said yes and he pulled his and my pants down. He had a very erect penis so I started off with a handjob while I grinded my hips onto his. He was close to cuming but I stopped. Then he entered me slowly. The thrusting began. I loved the feeling of him inside me. He went faster and faster and we were both groaning and moaning so loud. He came all over me and I still did not cum. So he moved me up and then he moved down so his face directing straight into my pussy. I was hot, wet and swollen. He Slowly licked around my clit and began sucking. I was groaning and moaning and moving around.The whole car was moving. He went down to my swollen pussy. He circled the walls with his tongue and then moved it in then out. He did for a while. His hands were facing up towards my face and was caressing my breasts and neck. He kept going but this time on my clit and I screamed out in pleasure. I had cum and cum and cum. This was the most amazing orgasm I had ever had while he gave me oral.

I'm telling ladies out there if they want a good orgasm, get their man to give 'em oral and they surely will do so. Thank you for letting me share this with everyone.

Kay

I started masturbating when I was 12. I now masturbate at least once a day. I remember when I was young about eight probably one of my friends was over for a sleepover. We began playing doctor. She stripped down to her panties and I found a glove in my closet. I started massaging her pussy. I didn't know what we were doing but I knew it was fun. Another time I was at that same friends house and it was a big sleepover with an even number of girls. We paired up and began dry humping. It was never to the point of orgasm it was just experimentation. I loved it I was turned on I just didn't know it at the time. Once when I was eleven, a different friend was over and we were laying opposite each other in bed. We began slowly and passionately kissing each others feet. Feeling her tongue really turned me on and I know that that was the first time I got really wet. Once I was laying in a sleeping bag on my parents floor. My dad woke up to go to the bathroom and I saw him stark naked. It actually scared me. I love this website thank you.

Riley - 27

My first "sexual experience" was...probably a bit different than most women's. For me, I have health problems that would become very problematic if I became pregnant, and I have genetics that no one deserves-- health issues, short stature, genetic obesity, the WORST kind of acne possible, ect. Simply put, my childhood kind of sucked due to these things. I was always the fat girl, and the short kid, and the only person who couldn't participate in sports. I didn't have a lot of friends. But, my best friend did eventually hook me up with this amazing guy-- who, in fact, was her brother. She didn't really "hook him up" with me, she just...got us in the right place at the right time. We were alone together, and we were both hormone-struck teenagers. He was a great guy, and I had always had a thing for him. Though, I had no idea that he felt the same until that day. We we on a trip to the beach-- me and his family, including my best friend, his sister. Everyone else was out shopping and to see a movie, so they wouldn't be back till late. He and I would be stuck together all day in the hotel. So, we were sitting on the couch, just hanging out and watching TV, and a porn comes on while we're flipping through the channels. Neither one of us touches the remote; we just kind of exchange glances between each other and the TV. After a while of watching the porn, he eventually asks if I wanted to try what the couple in the movie was doing. I figured I may never get a chance like this again, and since I was using birth control religiously, I hesitantly agreed. He grinned and closed the curtains, then ran to another room and back. We both stripped to our bare nothings and we did exactly as the film did. I started giving him oral, surprised by how much the woman in the movie could take in, and he inadvertently started thrusting. He got curious about my "down there" and asked if he could look. I obviously agreed, though I never expected it when he actually did oral on *me*! I looked over to the TV; he had decided to do that on his own. There was actual dialogue going on in the movie.

At this point, I was totally freaking out. I had my all-time love giving me oral sex, and now he was pulling out a condom from the pocket of his shorts on the floor. I heard my pulse thud in my ears, and I new what was coming next. He put the condom on over his hugely erect cock and shoved it in. It wasn't painful for me; I'd used tampons and done enough running (when I was allowed to) that my hymen had deteriorated on its own; I'd masturbated often enough that he could fit his whole huge cock in my pussy comfortably. Even so, I moaned and thrashed, not knowing it was an orgasm that was so unbearably wonderful. Here, I think he was going off the porn, since they were doing similar acts as we were. Still, the full feeling as my every move contracted around him...It was almost too much. And then I ejaculated onto him, thinking it was pee. He told me it was alright, just to keep going. So we did. We kept going until both of us had multiple screaming orgasms.

Definitely a day to remember.

Maggie

I was about 11 at the time and went to a co-ed school. The class of 26 had an even number of boys to girls. I was not mature and only just starting puberty but guess must have been taking an interest in boys. One boy I got on with started to make suggestions about he would "show me his if I would show him mine". I guess at first I resisted but then over a period of a few weeks and maybe a few bribes I agreed on a first "date". We met after school and went on some vacant land, covered in scrub, bushes and trees. Out of sight of houses and people, in a bit of a clearing, after some playing around I lifted my dress and waited for the next move. He came to me and pulled my paties down at the front for a look. With my dress up I couldn't see what he was doing but guessed he was looking at my crotch. I was just showing a few hairs over my labia lips at this stage. I felt him then pull my pants down further obviously for a better look. He didn't touch me - just looked. Holding my dress jup was a bit of a nuisance so somehow I managed to roll it up so it didn't keep dropping. Then he crawled around me to look at my bum and felt his hands parting my cheeks. As he did so he pushed my back gently making me bend over. Now he visibility of my genitals and I could feel his fingers touching my outter lips. His face was very close to my bottom but the next thing I felt was something a little sharp pressing against my skin and looked to see he had picked up a small twig and was sliding it between my lips - slowly and gently. I then must have said I wanted to see him and stood up. I turned to face him as he got up off his knees and watched as he undid his trousers, letting them drop to the ground. He lowered his underpants and for the first time I saw a little boys penis. I have 2 sisters so was only aware of what girls looked like and had never seen my father. It looked a funny little thing - all pink and floppy with a little bag attached to it. I didn't know until I was much older but he still had his foreskin. Natuirally I got down closer to look but unlike me he wasn't actually starting puberty and so we used this and several other occasions as 'discovering what we were about'. Several weeks later I agreed to meet up again but when I got to our spot found that he had brought 2 of his friends from our class with him. We spent maybe one or two days a week therefater at this spot exporing each others bodies. One of these lads was about a year older than us and was quite a brainy kid but I coulkd see he was much more developed than the other 2 boys and had quite a bit of hair growth around his body and penis and he didn't have a foreskin. I was fascinated by the end of his penis and the bag around it hung a little lower too and used to want to touch them more. He in turm wanted to touch me more than the others and I would let him. Eventually we drifted away from the other two boys and would meet up on our own occasionally. Perhaps a year later I had now developed quite a bit with growing breasts and the hair on my lips was much more and was also growing up towards my stomach. Being a red head this lad was interested in my red pubic hair.

Most of the time previously was only spent looking and touching but not doing anything that was sexual however a year on being more into our puberty things had changed. I watched as he rubbed himself and watched as he ejaculated.At first he knelt on the ground and rocked back and forth until he came but later he would stand in front of me doing it as I sat on the ground and watched. He wanted to ejaculate onto my skin but didn't let him. One day I got to rub him felt the surge through him as he let go. It was quite a sensation. It was about this time that I let him, for the first time, insert his finger inside me and wiggle it about for a while. I think too I was beginning to release my juices as he used to insert his finger then bring it out and slide it all around my vulva and inside my thighs. Being very brave and by now comfortable with him, he was amongst the first to see my "bleed."

By the time I was 14, and by now we had moved onto college, he and I were very well developed. I had my full breasts and pubic hair. His penis was bigger and thicker and his ejaculate was much more and seemed to spurt for great distances. I think we had got to the point where we wanted to feel what it was like for his penis to be inside me so when I knew it was pretty safe I allowed him to push his penis right up inside me. To do that I bent forward and entered from the rear. It wasn't the most comforatble. I felt him rocking and sliding back and forth as my juices (and perhaps his too) ran onto him and leaked out of me. After a little while I felt the sudden discharge of semen shoot into me several times. As soon as he finished and came out of me, I stood up and turned to see his penis covered in all our juices. It was a lovely moment and a great sight.

On one occasion I was able to inviite him to my home when my parents and sisters were not about and we able to use my bed. I found a towel and spread that beneath us as he got on top of me and we made " love" the proper way with us both naked. It was the greatest feeling. It was him that had my virginity. I say had because I didn't feel I had lost it as in some senses that had gone almost 2 years earlier. After that we only saw each other occasionally and then after a while never saw each other again but those early years are never forgotten but often remembered.

Thank you for letting me share this with you. It is something I have wanted to write about for a long long time.

Geraldine - Age 55

I have been reading the stories in Volume 6 and came across that of Rita's - age 62 and have a similar story to hers to relate. I too am in the Catholic faith and also happily married with 4 children, two having left home now.

My faith always taught that sex outside marriage was a deadly sin and would result in all sorts of issues. I don't need to go into that as many of readers would be aware of all this. I returned to work after my children were old enough to be responsible for themselves until I came home in the evening. My male boss then was about 10 years younger than me. After I had been back about 18 months he asked me if I would like to meet up after work with a few of the other members of staff for a drink. I made arrangements with my husband and promised I wouldn't be home late. I went with my boss and 4 others and we did have a few drinks but I was home as promised.

Perhaps a month or two later I received another invitation from my boss and again we went with 2 others to have a drink after work. About an hour later I said I had to go and catch the bus and he said 'no, don't do that I will drive you home.' I told him where I lived and found out it was completely opposite to where he lived on the other side of town so said 'no', I WOULD catch the bus. We left it at that. Perhaps 2 months later another evening was organized but I found this time it was only him and I. I protested and said I wouldn't go with him on his own. Anyway after much discussion I agreed to go but only for one drink to which he agreed only providing that he could drive me home. I relented and agreed. Big mistake perhaps.

On the way home he pulled into a quite area just off the road and started pronouncing how much he liked me and how he liked seeing me at work as well as how much he enjoyed my company. I said things like that he was being stupid, he was too young for me, I was happily married, it would ruin working together etc etc all the things you say to put someone off and finished by saying I wanted to go home. He leant over to kiss me but I pulled back though must confess to being "attracted" to him. He leaned a bit closer to me and I didn't move and felt the full force of a kiss on my lips. I said no no we mustn't I must go home but maybe I didn't protest enough as the kisses continued. I felt his hand on my knee. I moved my knee away and closed my legs together. He still kissed me. I responded with just a little kiss but nothing too much and then said it should finish now. He didn't give up and kissed me more. I leaned away a little and next felt the seat back moving down as he leant over me. He was still attempting to kiss. I said "look - I will give you one kiss, a nice one but it must end there and I must go home - my husband will be waiting for me" knowing that he wasn't expecting me for at least another 45 minutes. I think he said that it would be nice and he would be happy with that. I allowed him to kiss me properly as I also kissed him a bit passionately. In doing so I sent the wrong signal as his hand was again on my knee but slowly caressing my thigh as it slid slowly upwards. I tried to protest but he was holding me down quite firmly in my seat. I wanted to push him away but frankly was enjoying the experience. After a bit more kissing I went to break it up, tidy myself and be ready to go home not noticing his hand was working itself inside my knickers. It was only the sudden realization his hand was closing in on my privates that I thought I should stop him but just as he touched me something primeval inside me made me relax and as his finger slid into me labia I drew in a very deep breath and kissed him really hard..

His finger immediately went into my vagina and was searching around all inside. I began to shudder and feel aroused and knew that my juices would be flowing. He knew this and used his finger to spread some around my labia and onto my clit. When he hit the spot I nearly leapt off the seat and hit the roof. I said no no no we mustn't we mustn't please we mustn't but knew I was being feeble about it. He sensed it and knew the pleasure was taking hold of me. Before long he had me so worked up, my juices were flowing more than ever and I could feel he was making me so wet and my clit so sensitive. He kept putting his finger back inside making it feel as if a penis was inside me and then manipulating my clit. After almost 15 minutes I could feel that an orgasm was close and said we should stop as I didn't want him getting the satisfaction of me climaxing though I was getting close to not caring as he continued to manipulate me. I said to him "you know you are making me come and I want you so much, please let me touch you." With that he had his trousers undone and opened and guided my hand to his enlarged penis which was also flowing with lube juices. I rubbed his penis as he felt around for a tissue box, extracted some tissues, putting 2 or 3 on my dress and putting 2 near him. Immediately I felt his hand back inside my knickers and almost within seconds of touching my clit I began to feel I wanted to orgasm. His finger went back inside me and after again sliding in and out went back to my clit causing me to orgasm with quite violent spasms. As I was arching my back and making noises I again rubbed his penis and as I did so felt the semen pumping into my hand in large amounts. I grabbed his tissues and held them close while he finished cumming into my hand.

After a few minutes relaxing we both said how good it was and how much we enjoyed though agreed we hadn't expected to do it. He drove me home afterwards and before I got out of his car I said I would like to do it again. We did and we did it about once or twice a month until the summer evening made it too difficult. Then one time almost 8 months late when my husband was away on a business trip and I had taken time off work, the 2 younger children were at college, my boss paid me an unexpected visit and so we managed to have proper penetrative sex. We agreed that it would have to be the one and only time and that we would have to stop before it messed up our lives and from then on we didn't. I left my job as well so as not to be left full of guilt or have gossip circulating which was bound to happen.

I didn't regret those moments and feel it brought my husband and i closer together just as our sex and lovemaking was beginning to fall away a little. It was nice having the attention of a younger many for a time and increased my self worth for a spell.

Anonymous

I visited the-clitoris.com for the first time in 2004- I was far more naive about female anatomy and sexuality, and was really just trying to figure out the answer to the burning question, "is this normal?" This website helped me realize that we are all unique, and that more often than not, "normal" is a societal, rather than objective notion. I was surprised to learn so much about the anatomy of the vulva, for example, and was so happy at the time to learn that everyone has a unique structure, much like a fingerprint. I recently visited the site again, and am so happy to see how much pertinent information there is, especially regarding female sexuality in every sense-- from masturbation to body image, sexual health to sexual fantasy. This website is not only informative, but empowering to all females. I am so glad that there is a resource out there that encourages women of all ages to stay informed about all aspects of their sexuality. Bravo!

Kelsey

Omg! I love this site sooo much!... Anyway my first sexual experience was when I was 17. It was the the most amazing night I've ever had. So me and my boyfriend were going to the movies (no big deal).. I was feeling very horny that night by the way. In the movies we sat in the back row so no one would see us.. we made out very long, several times during the movie. After the movie we went back to his house and invited some people over, we went in the pool. As we were in the pool he came up behind me and grabbed me by my hips I was aroused when I felt his penis on the back of my leg; I was getting hornier. When everyone left we went into his bedroom we cuddled on the bed, as I gave him a long passionate kiss that made us both horny. He rolled over and laid on top of me and started kissing my lips, and then down to my belly button, he then pulled off my skirt and my panties. I was afraid, but I was totally comfortable with him doing it, he climbed back on top of me. I pulled off his pants and boxers and I started playing with his penis. We were both hot, I was completely aroused. I pulled off my shirt and bra he pulled off his shirt and we started to kiss. Feeling his erect penis on me made me cum. He played with my pussy and started licking and kissing it, he was playing with my clit and made me have a wonderful orgasm. I went on top of him and took control. From there I gave him a hand job and slid his penis into my wet pussy, he began to slide in and out very slow. Then he began thrusting his dick in and out of me, I was so over joyed. His penis got hard and I took his penis out of me. He began to stick it in my anus. I began to come, I felt the bed all sticky, and I found out he began to come all over the bed too. That night I slept over and cuddled together the whole night still completely naked. We woke up in the morning still naked. We started kissing and got dressed and we've been going to movies every Friday night ever since that wonderful night as a tradition:]

Jessie - Age 19

Hey all, don't really know how to start this off, so I'll just jump in.

I'm 19, and I lost my virginity when I was 17 to a boy that I had been fooling around with for about 3 weeks prior to that.

It was crude, rushed, and he didn't care about whether or not I got off, he was more concerned that it was really good for him.

Needless to say, I did Not enjoy myself, and stopped seeing him after that.

I stopped dating for a while, and when I started dating again, I was afraid to have sex out of fear that it would be as bad as the first time. A year and a half later, I started dating a guy that I actually met thru the guy I lost my virginity to.

About couple of weeks in to our relationship, we started talking about sexual things and our different experiences. When I told him about how I lost my virginity, he told me that he would make it up to me, and he has, many times over.

Even though I have everything I could possibly want or need in a relationship, I have been craving to try sexual things with a woman. But it seems that any time I get the chance, I'm either too scared, or it's not with someone that I'm attracted to :( Hopefully, one day, I'll be able to find a woman to try things with.

Anonymous - Age 17

I am 17 years old. Three weeks ago my boyfriend and I had sex for the first time. We have talked about doing it for a few months now, but just now decided we were ready. We have been dating 8 months, but have known each other since 7th grade. We are both juniors. He is my best friend and we plan on getting married.

Before we actually had sex, we had been experimenting with hand jobs, blow jobs and fingering. Both of us were virgins, and he had never had a girlfriend before. He would orgasm almost every time we did anything, but I never did. I was close, but every time I thought I would, the feeling just stopped. Seeing as I masturbate, I know what my orgasms feel like, and I have been confused as to why the feeling would stop whenever I got close.

Seeing as we are teenagers, pretty much the only place we can be alone is in the backseat of one of our cars, back behind some building. The evening that we first had sex, we went shopping for condoms. This in itself had to have been the hardest thing I have ever done. We went to several different places, always scared to buy them. After 2 hours of walking around, and being about to miss our movie we planned to see, we just walked into Walmart, grabbed the first kind we saw, paid and left. Thankfully, we each had the other to hold on to while we bought them. Some girls I know do that by themselves. How they do this, I will never know.

After the movie was over, my boyfriend drove to our spot. We were both a little nervous but eventually forgot about that. Before that night, I thought that I would be too scared to fully undress in front of my boyfriend, but after I had him go first, I realized that I would be fine. The condoms that we had bought came with 3 in a box, each in a different style, supposedly for different "pleasures."

The first time that he entered me, I was sitting on his lap. This has always been my favorite place to be when we are making out or I am feeling him up. He was so cute, because once he got the condom on, he sat really still, afraid he would bump something and cause the condom to break. This made me smile and feel so loving toward him, because it showed how much he cares for me, not wanting me to get pregnant. Although we have talked about what we will do if i do ever get pregnant. He was looking me in the eyes as he slid in, and once he was in he asked if I was ok. I was scared that it would hurt, but he is the perfect size, and it felt so natural having him inside me.

Both of us are kinda shy when it comes to this stuff, so when he asked if I would get on my knees doggy style, it took all I had not to laugh out loud, not because I was making fun of him, but because I never thought he would suggest it. I had been reading this site for about a week before THE sex, so that I would be more prepared.

The doggy style didn't do much for me, and I didn't like being separated from him that much, so we switched to me lying on my back and him being on top. This was amazing and he came while in this position. His body froze right before, and I could tell when he had. I wanted to cry I was so happy. I still hadn't come from him, and I was frustrated because I wanted too so bad. I had faked it whenever he would finger me because I was afraid to tell him that the feeling went away.

I told him that I wanted to sit on him again so we rearranged ourselves. This time when we were grinding, he hit my g spot, or what I think is my g spot. And I swear to you fireworks went off inside me. I gasped and started going harder which made him excited because he realized that I was about to. When I had an orgasm, it wasn't nearly as strong as the ones from masturbating. But I did have two really close together, which has never happened.

Since that night, we are afraid to have it too close together because neither of us are confident in ourselves or our abilities. We both worry about becoming boring. We have only had sex one other time in between now and three weeks ago. We haven't seen each other in a week because we have both been at separate camps, but we plan go see a movie tomorrow. I can't wait to see him and I know that the sex will be amazing. Normally, I am really shy, so I am shocked that I wrote this. But I am glad that I did, because it helped me remember my first time having sex. Thanks:)

Tracy

My first time was when I was 15 years old. My boyfriend, 17 years old, asked me to have with him that night, I was so nervous as I was a virgin. He told me he was too. We met at his mate's house. I removed my clothes and sat on the bed, he kissed me and started to finger my pussy. Then he made me suck his cock. Then he pushed himself into me and fucked me for about 30 minutes. I was having my period and his cock was red. I waited for a month to see if my period came again, before I thanked him.

Anonymous

I developed earlier than all my friends-- it ran in my family. We get periods first, then breasts. For me, periods have been pretty much the worst, worse than all my friends and even my mother. Mine are SO heavy, and go on for over a week. During this time, all the guys around me start to get uncomfortable. I make them squirm. But, it is of my own doing. During my period, I tend to feel more irritated about being female; about being EXPECTED to live this white-fence, pristine life with two children and still be a loving mother and wife, all the while being a great sex partner with all this stress still on me.

Yeah. Right.

For me, being raised the south, where it's ALL about bigger and better and more expensive and biological children, I always felt...pissed, frankly. For one, I'm adopted. So, that's a pretty harsh insult that the other girls I knew thought less of me because I didn't live with my biological mother. And, though I've expressed my opinion on the subject many times, my family (FAMILY, for Pete's sakes!) is always saying that "Oh, you should keep your baby clothes, for YOUR babies!" or my friends, asking me how many kids I want to have. It's insulting, because I do not feel that a woman is required IN THE LEAST to give up her life plans and sacrifice HER body just so her family can have a baby. Frankly, I don't WANT children either; I'd make a terrible mother.

Bottom line is, even though women TECHNICALLY have equal rights, and even though men were the breadwinners for a very long time, it doesn't change the fact that women have always been expected more of-- should be beautiful and a good lover, cumming every time, raising the family, cooking all the meals (and cleaning up afterward)...ect. Really? So, here's how it goes: Men hunt for food/make money to buy food. Women: all of the previously mentioned, plus some. Anybody else think this is a little warped? Women nowadays ARE the breadwinners, in some cases! Is that ONE MORE thing we have to add to our list of expectations? Men, pick up some slack! Stop rubbing your ego and your cock for ten minutes and clean the dishes! Maybe use some protection once in a while, will you? Realize that not EVERYBODY wants your cock in their mouth (or their vagina, or their boobs) EVERY night! Maybe women want some tounge-action too! Fact is, for too many millennia, women have sacrificed their bodies, their minds, and their entire lives to serving men and making them happy. We're hardwired to want to help and want to love. But we're not Atlas; we can't carry the whole world on our shoulders.

And another thing: some women are SO sensitive to sex talk and innuendos! My mother is one of these people. She always talks real low when she's telling me something sex related or uses babyish words instead of actual names of body parts. Don't send me on a wild goose chase trying to figure out if you were talking about my vagina or something else! And, like, when we're watching a movie and someone says something sexual, she always goes "Eeeewww!" like a little kid. Are women today really so hung up on being ladylike that they can't laugh at a funny innuendo? Or even say the word masturbation out loud? I am flagrantly feminist, and I protect the women of my community from the bigoted men that surround us. Yes, I realize that not all men are like that, but you can sure guess that the ones who are get a lesson from me.

REAL Bottom Line: Most of the time, I wish I was a guy. EVERYTHING is easier for men-- getting what they want, wooing the opposite sex, masturbating, finding people to have sex with! I mean, I love my full breasts and my long hair and my shiny eyes, but I'd give anything to have a well-endowed cock of my own sometimes.

Girl 14

My first sexual experience was when I was 4, in retrospection, there was a sort of weedy house that me and my friends loved to play in. Well... this one time me and my friend were in it playing and it ended up with us sitting in front of each other with our knickers down looking and touching each other. We began to dry hump each other and touch each other some more. I didn't know why it felt good and why I liked it but I did.

This went on for some time and after a bit we were playing in there with a boy and we were looking and touching his penis, but I was more interested in her private parts to be honest, lol.

My second sexual experience was when I was 8 with a girl who was 6 and lived down my street and she was the only girl living down there so we hung out a lot.

I don't quite know how it came up but she told me that when she saw people kissing on TV something down there would feel funny and I knew exactly what she was talking about, as I had been looking through my parent's things and come across a magazine with naked people in it, which I later discovered to be a porno magazine. This conversation then led to us looking at each others privates and touching them. As I had done this before, I knew how to touch her that would make her feel good, and she did to me what I did to her, this went on for a while but stopped just before I turned 9.

My third sexual experience was when I had just turned 11. It was coming to the end of the summer holidays and I was at my best friend's sleep over/party. After the party had finished we started getting ready for a night in a tent in her back garden, so that we didn't wake her parents with a girly talk etc. There was 4 of us and we were talking about which boys we thought were cute and someone mentioned sex and orgasms. I already knew a lot and I mean a lot about sex, through sex ed and me being curious and asking my mum, but I had never heard of orgasms and was curious. One of my friends mentioned that on many occasions she had humped her pillow and it felt good and this led to us taking it in turns to dry hump each other until it felt good.

I didn't start to masturbate until I was 12, but I didn't want to use my fingers to put inside me, so I used pens and small things like that, but I never really felt any pleasure until I started to use 2 of my fingers. I tended to do it just before I went to bed. After a period of using my fingers I thought about dicks and what could I use that resembled one, so I started to use an Impulse spray can and that felt even better than my fingers.

When I was in the shower one time, I remember looking at all the bottles and decided to use a slightly bigger bottle than the Impulse can, to see if it felt better, it did and I still continue to use it to this very day.

I only started to touch my clitoris about 2 months ago, in the shower, and have experimented with the shower-head using the most powerful jet and pointing it at my clitoris. This feels great and I think all girls should try this. Not long after starting to use it I felt the most intense feeling I had ever felt, and couldn't help but let out a huge moan with the pleasure. It was like nothing I had ever felt, and kept wondering why it felt so good and why I was shaking so much while it was happening. When I tried to stand up after my knees were so weak and jelly like and I thought that's od! In bed that night I started to think about what it might have been, and then it sprung to me it could have been an orgasm. The next day in the shower, I used the shower-head again, and experienced 7 orgasms in half an hour, and it felt amazing.

It felt like I was filling up will powerful sensations that I couldn't control and didn't want too either, during these sensations my whole body would quiver and shake and I would moan with delight, but I had to try to be quite, as my mum and brother were down stairs, but I have started to play loud music in the shower, as to cover my groans of pleasure a little.

I have not had sex yet, but I can't wait to, I'm just looking for the right person to do it with. Someone I like, or maybe even love, and them to like/love me to. While I am in the shower masturbating I think about some of my friends, boys and girls, and I have even fantasized about having sex with one of my PE teachers, as I think they are really kind and they are quite good looking, at first I thought this was weird, but then I thought who cares its my fantasy so :P lol.

I have also been fantasizing about being licked out by a girl, and me returning the favour, I get very wet just thinking about.

Many times I have thought whether I am gay but I wasn't sure...

....but I have come to the conclusion that I am bi and would love to be with both, but I would only want a woman for sex and a man for sex and a relationship.

I have also noticed that most of the time I am very horny, and find I crave the my shower in the evening so I can feel that immense pleasure that comes with an orgasm. Is this weird to crave it?

I would also like to say thanks to the women and men that have written about their masturbation techniques, and I have tried a few of them ;)

Kitsune

Well, I just recently lost my (physical) virginity to my friend whom I'll just call Inu. I'm a bisexual female and Inu is a really good guy friend I met about six months ago. We hung out for about three days at an anime convention and bonded like that. It's really strange, and it feels as if we've known known each other for six years instead of six months... I'm not going to explain the other complications and just go on to what happened.

He'd come up to visit me, and I was really happy about that. He'd kissed me more than once at the con, and he stole another kiss when I met him in his car at the end of the drive way. It was around... three in the afternoon I think, on june fourteenth. We hung out for a while, and ended up cuddled on the couch watching a movie, my dad there with on the other couch.

Well, after my dad had gone to bed, we kissed more there on the couch, ignoring the TV now. He's a really gentle kisser, and has some dog like characteristics to him. I find them absolutely adorable. But eventually we stopped that, going to make up his bed downstairs in the room with the furnace. As we were doing that, he kissed me again, and I ended on my back with the bed half made. I can't remember exactly if he started touching me at that point, but he said that we should finish making the bed before we went any further.

We did that, and I lay down again. As he was kissing me our hands started exploring. He would break away and ask with his eyes to make sure I was okay with what he was doing every few minutes. Clothes started coming off at that point, well, mine did. Eventually, he was down between my legs. He kept asking if I was sure, and I kept blushing and saying I was. Now, I have been touched by a girl before, but Inu was different. The only complaint I have was that his nails were a bit long. Oh well. He alternated between licking my clit and biting my inner thighs; he actually left bruises there lol. ^///^

We paused at one point, and because of how comfortable I feel around Inu, I plucked up my courage and actually decided to return the favor of oral sex. His penis isn't huge, but it isn't small either. A good size for me really, just perfect. We ended up doing a sixty nine in fact, something I really liked. He told me after he came (I took my mouth off of him before and used my hand to finish him) that'd he'd never done that before, and never come from a blow-job before. He'd said recently (we've had sex multiple times since) that if he didn't know I'd never lie to him, he'd swear I was lying at saying I'd never given oral before. ^//^;;

Then more kissing and him touching me. I was wet, but he knew I'd never done it before and he started to use his fingers to stretch me. Now, when he was doing his he pressed something or did something causing a sensation I have NOT been able to recreate on my own. XP Well, he just kept doing that over and over, and working more fingers into me. I didn't orgasm, but it still felt really good.

I know that he got more than for fingers in, and there wasn't pain because he did it gradually. I should say that I've played with myself before and more than fingers have been allowed in. >.> But he asked if I wanted to do it doggy style. I just remember smiling and saying okay. I'm adventurous and willing to try new things. He put the condom on and I got ready. He was really gentle with it, but I was pretty wet and he went all the way in without a problem. I didn't bleed, and it didn't hurt. It actually felt really really good.... >//>

We changed positions a few times, and the condom ended up being a bitch. I actually let him take it off, as I'm on the pill and I don't want to be the only one getting off from the actual sex (we have since bought thinner condoms). He didn't finish inside, pulling out well before he was done and me finishing him with my mouth again.

I didn't orgasm from my first time, but I still loved it. He was really sweet, and has been since. Though, he's spoiled porn from me. It's no longer arousing. -pouts- But all the same, we're both quite smitten with each other, and even though we've had sex more than five times now... we haven't yet gone on one date. But that's gonna be fixed soon.

Melissa

As a girl who has always known that I am a lesbian (God, we girls ARE hot!) I do not want to denigrate anything written here, or anyone who wrote it. But I do have a question. Although I know that we are almost automatically more affectionate, and even sexual, with each other than men are with each other, I am very confused.

So many, MANY girls and women here and in many other places say they are neither gay nor bisexual, yet they describe in great (and very arousing) detail their sexual fantasies about, or sexual experiences with, other females. Many of their posts are very exciting and get me very wet. (And I have masturbated to them many times.)

To me, fantasizing about and/or and having unbelievably hot sex with another female pretty much makes you either lesbian or bisexual. I am puzzled as to why so many describe hot sex with other girls, even as adults, while simultaneously declaring themselves to be totally straight. "We kissed passionately, masturbated each other, rubbed our pussies together until we both had fantastic orgasms, then ate each other out...but I'm not a lesbian and I'm really not attracted to girls. And I can't wait to do it again!"

Come on, girls! I'm just asking you to be honest with yourselves. First of all, there is no shame in being wherever you happen to be along the sexual preference spectrum. If girls turn you on, hallelujah! But if they do, then it seems to me that you ARE either lesbian or bisexual.

Would you believe a letter from a man who says something like this:
"I love other mens' bodies; their hardness turns me on. Who can know how to please a man better than another man? We love to rub our penises together, masturbate each other, fuck each other in the ass, and suck each other off. We have fantastic orgasms together, better than with any woman. But I am not even remotely homosexual or bisexual."

Would you believe that for a second?

As a confirmed lover of other girls, I am not looking to label anyone (other than myself, paradoxically). But when you insist (despite your admission of being attracted to, fantasizing about, and having sex with other girls) that you are neither bisexual nor lesbian, I am flabbergasted. If that does not make you bi or les, then what on Earth does?

As I said at the beginning, girls are hot! No wonder the men love us. I wish that more of us would admit to not being totally straight while we love each other, both emotionally and physically. There's nothing wrong with that...it's beautiful!

I love this web site. I know you girls do, too. I'm just asking you to be honest. I love all your posts, and I'd love to see some discussion about what makes one a lesbian. It's nothing to be ashamed of. I love all you girls!

Anonymous

I started masturbating at a young age, probably about five or six. I can't remember too well, as over the years I felt ashamed of my habits.

At about this age, I had a best friend, as most children do, who I shared everything with. We used to play make believe. One night, when she slept at my house, we played strippers. I then opened up to her about my discovery, and she asked to see it. I humped a teddy bear in front of her. Afterwards, she tried it, and when we had both done it, she said to me, "That must be what sex feels like." I agreed, and this started something.

We used to go into the girls' toilets at lunch-times and after school and touch each other, sliding fingers into each other. I used to kiss her young pussy, and she used to suck on my pre-pubescent nipples. I also used to put my ass on her pussy, and slide it up and down. We kissed a lot as well, but I didn't like that as much as I liked kissing her pussy. I really enjoyed that.

Over time, we touched each other a lot. We'd have many, many sleep overs (we'd spend hours touching each other, kissing, and playing make believe games, always of us being strippers and prostitutes) and one time she even licked my pussy in the snow, during winter. She used to love watching me hump my teddy bears, and one time she put her hands down my panties as I did so, feeling me, and I enjoyed it.

Eventually, our routine subsided. We remained friends but stopped our fun. We learnt about sexual education, and grew up.

Aged 11, though, at another friend's sleep over, things returned. We were the only two awake and we were giggly because of it. We started rubbing our noses together, and then in one swift move, she kissed me. We went onto the floor quietly, and I laid her on her back. She was an early developer and her large boobs fascinated me. I sucked on them greedily and her fingers disappeared into my hot, wet pussy. We continued for about half an hour, and finished.

A few months later she had sex with a boy. We're not friends anymore, and I will never speak aloud of what we did. Not because I'm ashamed, but because it feels like a different lifetime.

I am now 17. I masturbate daily, and I am a virgin. Sometimes the thought of what I did all those years ago makes me incredibly wet. But whatever, it was my experience, and nothing will ever change that.