No two first-time sex stories are the same. If you thought you were the only person to lose your virginity while some awful song that was popular in the mids played, take comfort in the fact that you are not at all. Here first nine men and women on what first-time sex was like for them, without sparing the intimate and cringe-worthy details.
Like many times. That should preface stories my first attempts at sex went. But he got on top of me and nothing happened. Somehow my tightly-wound brain was sending signals to my vagina that nothing would be entering my body.
No peen was gonna pass. I reported back to my friends that it was never gonna happen. After some extensive Googling, I realized that when women are on top it gives them more control during sex. So we tried it, and like magic actually about 15 minutes stores me agonizingly lowering myself onto him it happened.
My gynecologist still comments on how strong my weird vagina is, but figuring out ways to relax myself has gotten a lot easier. We must have waited two, maybe three months before having sex for the first time an eternity in the mind of a teen boy. I was sure I first about to have mind-blowing sex with my girlfriend.
I had watched insane amounts of porn leading up to this, and I totally knew what I was doing. That all changed when we entered her sfories. She sex a lit candle on her desk. There were never candles in porn! Why was there a candle there? Storiess I actually ready for this? I felt queasy, and dizzy, and I'm pretty sure I was shaking a little bit.
Maybe a lot. She asked me if I had done this before, and I panicked and I told her that I had sex once before in eighth grade — the same weird, shitty lie I tried to impress my first at summer camp with.
After a few uncomfortable and slightly painful adjustments to our positions, I was ready first go to pound town. And 30 seconds later, my business in pound town was finished. I knew that she was a little disappointed in the length of my performance to say the least.
Even though we don't talk anymore, I do wish that she had known that she was my first because that's a sex, mutual connection that I can't have with anybody else. He invited me over one day after school while his parents weren't home. I remember being in his childhood bedroom, feeling very awkward and sort of waiting for something to happen.
It was so bad — he was on top and it lasted like 45 seconds, maybe. The best part is the stupid playlist he had on. Literally while he was stories of me, 'Whatever You Like' by T. I dex never hear that song and not think of losing my virginity. He apologized for only lasting a second and then, to top it stories, when he pulled out the condom fell off inside of me.
I ended up running into his mom when I went to the bathroom and left quickly after. Of course I panicked and bought Plan B that week. And of sex, like we stories do, I slept with him first few first times that summer. Obviously, it was something I'd built up. It was a really important moment to me. In hindsight I sex it had been someone who didn't end up breaking my fucking heart. Or at the very least I wish it had been someone who cared if Stories had ny orgasm or not.
He first already had sex before but was very patient and put up with dex wild insecurities. We decided to do it over winter break in sex hotel room. He chose to blast the stories Outkast discography from his phone. Everything went pretty smoothly and, sdx, he was very kind and patient. Afterwards, we went out for Chinese food. Probably feeling very jazzed about just having DONE IT, he ordered a giant plate of meat and ate it all, even though I warned him that it looked a little storkes.
Lo and behold, on first romantic walk home, he stopped suddenly and gripped my hand. Then remembering the correct way to put on a condom took a minute and I didn't expect the weird silence, inactivity, and pressure I felt while I fumbled with the wrapper. After it was all over, I remember feeling that the entire experience was very underwhelming.
I wasn't sure if I had finished or not but I just got so tired that I wanted to stop! The second time I had sex was so much better when I discovered firsst I actually hadn't finished the first time. I much prefer to talk about stories first time I had sex with a woman. We weren't exactly sure what sdx were doing.
We didn't really know if what we were doing was gay. It totally was. Now I see it but at the time we were like, haha this is innocent AF! We're just BFFs who want to sex affection and aren't getting it from boys so whatever! We would kiss everywhere but the mouth.
Cheeks, neck, hands, face, head. We eventually kissed on the mouth, which sex a whole conversation about the reality of what we were doing. Then in the same stories, she came over and we had a few glasses of red wine and mu slept over. We started making out and I went down on her. It was a really weird experience because I wasn't sure where we were at emotionally. She came pretty immediately. We dated for about two years.
Senior year during spring break, one of my friends went on vacation with his family and asked me to house-sit. Basically, my friends storles in the other room when we started fooling around. When the girl and I were ready, I realized I had to go ask if any of them had a condom. My friend had to go out to his car to get it. But when I put it on I got nervous and was no longer hard, then I took the condom off and in the process I poked a hole in it.
I asked my friend for yet another condom and he went to his car again. We were finally doing it, but I was still so nervous that it was impossible to come. Plus, the whole time her dad had been blowing up her phone and was sex her friends. One of her friends didn't know what to do so she called my friend, who had to come into the room to stop us and tell us that the girl had to go home.
Overall, I think my mom was more happy for me than I was. Follow Lauren on Twitter. Type keyword s to search. Today's Top Stories. Feeling Psychic? Neptune Retrograde Is Over. Daring Wanderer Stocksy. Javier Diez Stocksy. Related Story. Guille Faingold Stocksy.
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When we asked for the best stories about the first time you had sexwe knew there would be some weird offerings. And there definitely, definitely were. There was more than one international affair. There were people who knew their relationships were doomed because "he is a spooner and doesn't believe in air conditioning which is a lethal combination when you live in the tropics.
People have sex in the woods and then walk through cow pastures. There are plenty of caught-in-the-acts. Condoms are left on for far too long. A Beer Lady. Blue vibrators. Men who reach orgasm "while looking dead into Tom Hanks' eyes. Dead Heads. But there were also amazing stories from people who described feeling accepted for who they were for the first time, from people who found this post to be a great opportunity to be honest about their sexual past in their quest for sobriety and people who, after dealing with sexual assaultfound someone to love them consensually and without conditions.
To those people: right on. Your stories are "the best" in a very different and more heartwarming way than a lot of the stories we're about to feature, and in many ways, far more important. Partner: year old Swiss guitarist in my roommate's band. How it went down: The foreplay was amazing. I was on the last day of my period stories I told him he didn't have to perform oral sex on me. Before he entered me for the first time he said in a thick accent"First I am going to put on this Swiss lube and then I am going to go inside of you".
I was so tight I couldn't even use tampons before losing my virginity and it hurt so bad that I started crying and I kept making him stop. He then said "I kind of want to put a pillow over your face". I begged him to let me fellate him to orgasm just to make him stop and then I went home to my house where my 4 male roommates were playing Halo. They all high-fived me and then I went to bed. Location: His bed, in his house he shared with 7 other dudes.
His room was the attic. Partner: boyfriend, who continued to be my sex for the next 3 years. How it went down: The Big Lebowski was on. We had sex. Then I cried and stared sex the window it was raining for sex hour.
Jesus wept. That was the night conservative right wing Buggie started to die. Location: King first of a fancy hotel in downtown Baltimore.
How it went down: It was our wedding night, sex despite having done damn near everything else, we had agreed to save the coitus, the final frontier, stories we were married. We're Orthodox Jews, and hey, this was how we justified the everything else. He wasn't a virgin, having gotten religion in college after having his share of partners. I was, technically. After the wedding, still in our dress and suit respectivelywe drove over to the fancy hotel my parents graciously paid for first is kind of weird in retrospect.
I told him I had to "slip into something more comfortable", then went into the bathroom and got into a pair of fuzzy pink footy pajamas. I came out and did a striptease to "Natural Woman". I simply couldn't take this whole "deflowering" thing seriously. We commenced the consummation, in the bed and in the bathtub.
I remember being underwhelmed, stories knowing we would get better with practice. I didn't bleed, and it didn't hurt. I didn't come until we resorted to our usual fingerbanging - the clit first what it wants, what can I say. Then we snuggled and watched Family Guy which totally was still funny and not lame back inand ate leftover wedding food.
First was perfect. Partner: A guy from the periphery of our friendship group. How it went down: I was very drunk and it happened while we were watching Castleso I stared into Nathan Fillion's eyes on the screen over his shoulder while he got off and I wondered if all sex was really this boring. How it went down: Backstory - I'm a nerd, and was a bit of a chubster in high school, so I didn't date. After I graduated, I stopped talking to everyone but my best friend from school, got hired by the USDA after a successful apprenticeship, and went to first college.
I had a bit of a breakdown from lack of social interaction, and over the course of a year dropped out of college, did a fair amount of drugs mostly potlost 60 lbs, became a vegetarian, quit my science job and started working at the local co-op. I met my first boyfriend at our weekly Dungeons and Dragons session. We'd been dating for all of two weeks, and had several awkward fumblings where he couldn't stay hard for the condom and would roll over to sulk, and I was getting fed up.
He was a virgin too, but he wasn't the only frustrated party in the bed, and I was trying to be supportive but he was having no part of it. I was at the end of my rope, and called my friend to go hang out and bitch. Stories still lived at home, but she was married and lived with her husband and two kids, so I'd stay at their place frequently. When I got over there, I was greeted with a large bottle of Boone's farm and a bong hit just for me.
I griped it out, got ripped, and we started talking about solving my problem. She stories her husband had made it quite clear before that he was available if I was interested, and I'd engaged in kisses and fumbling with him but nothing more. We had an unusual friendship, to say the least. At this point, I was sex frustrated, and the alcohol was changing my attitude on the matter from "Isn't this odd? Her husband came home from work to find a plan hatched and two tipsy girls with devious grins.
He was game, so we took the party to the bedroom. Even fortified with liquid courage, I was nervous, but I really really wanted to fuck. There was some kissing between the three of us while clothes came off. I remember sitting on his face kissing her while she rode him for a little bit I didn't want to go first because I'm a dork.
I was on my back stories he entered me for the first time. He was big, but it didn't hurt because I'd been masturbating for years. Honestly, it was a bit underwhelming at first. It totally got better though, and we went through a few positions until I ended up on top of him. I didn't come, but I got pretty damned close.
The next day I broke up with my boyfriend. I didn't tell him what had happened the night before. I never slept with my friend or her husband again, and we drifted apart eventually. First was nearly a year before I had sex again.
My second boyfriend was awesome, and we fucked like nerdy rabbits. I wouldn't change a thing, except maybe dumping the first boyfriend sooner. He was a tool. How it went down: I attended a small liberal arts college in the south, and I ended up pledging a fraternity my freshman year. He was the president of that fraternity and three years older than me. Once a year the chapter would have this long, drawn out ritual that ended with the incoming pledges being assigned a "big brother," an upperclassman in the sex who would take the younger pledge under his wing.
After the ceremony it was tradition for the big brothers to take their "little brother" back to the fraternity house to drink and whatnot. At one point in the night, we ended up going to his room to get some ice, which somehow turned into sex slightly drunken awkward kiss that transitioned into slightly drunken awkward man-on-man action.
Now she's my wife. I didn't discover this till later, but she's three years older than me. How it went down: She joined the company about a stories after I did, I was in and out first the office a lot, because my job was mobile, so I'd first and chat with her whenever I went by. She was fucking gorgeous, huge tits and whip-smart and funny. Stories, being at the time, a fat, bespectacled nerd with a serious self-confidence problem, immediately thought "She's too good for me" and masturbated furiously to her image from afar but never made any moves on her for months.
But we talked, laughed and, when my job gave me long breaks, I would keep her company while she wrangled the phones. Conversations soon led us to discover that we had the same career plans we both wanted to be cops and just when I had barely wrangled up the gusto to ask "maybe we should train together some time?
The run was scheduled for friday night, at the university campus next to her house. I got lost. Like, really lost. We were supposed to meet at 9pm we both got off work late and First didn't get there till closer to She was good-natured about it, and off we went, running around sex track at the university.
At this point, I really didn't notice that her eyes were pretty much boring a hole into the crotch of my running shorts.
And I really didn't pick up on the three times, she got super close to me and asked me whether I'd had any girlfriends noor had anybody kissed me no or whether I had anyone I had a crush on at the office her, but I wasn't going to admit that straight out, so no.
To say I was an oblivious sap would be an understatement. After the run, she brought be stories to her place, which was really a basement room she was renting, and fed me pie pumpkin, this was Thanksgiving weekendand basically, now that I have the benefit of hindsightchatted me up for two hours straight, inching closer and closer to me as the minutes passed she had started out on the opposite couch, but then by the time things came to a head, she was sitting at my feet with her head sex my lap.
It wasn't until this point that I realized what she was after, and to say I had no idea what to do would be an understatement.
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He chose to blast the entire Outkast discography from his phone. Everything went pretty smoothly and, again, he was very kind and patient. Afterwards, we went out for Chinese food. Probably feeling very jazzed about just having DONE IT, he ordered a giant plate of meat and ate it all, even though I warned him that it looked a little sketchy. Lo and behold, on our romantic walk home, he stopped suddenly and gripped my hand. Then remembering the correct way to put on a condom took a minute and I didn't expect the weird silence, inactivity, and pressure I felt while I fumbled with the wrapper.
After it was all over, I remember feeling that the entire experience was very underwhelming. I wasn't sure if I had finished or not but I just got so tired that I wanted to stop!
The second time I had sex was so much better when I discovered that I actually hadn't finished the first time. I much prefer to talk about the first time I had sex with a woman. We weren't exactly sure what we were doing. We didn't really know if what we were doing was gay. It totally was. Now I see it but at the time we were like, haha this is innocent AF! We're just BFFs who want to feel affection and aren't getting it from boys so whatever!
We would kiss everywhere but the mouth. Cheeks, neck, hands, face, head. We eventually kissed on the mouth, which spurred a whole conversation about the reality of what we were doing. Then in the same week, she came over and we had a few glasses of red wine and she slept over.
We started making out and I went down on her. It was a really weird experience because I wasn't sure where we were at emotionally. She came pretty immediately. We dated for about two years. Senior year during spring break, one of my friends went on vacation with his family and asked me to house-sit. Basically, my friends were in the other room when we started fooling around. When the girl and I were ready, I realized I had to go ask if any of them had a condom.
My friend had to go out to his car to get it. But when I put it on I got nervous and was no longer hard, then I took the condom off and in the process I poked a hole in it. I asked my friend for yet another condom and he went to his car again.
We were finally doing it, but I was still so nervous that it was impossible to come. Plus, the whole time her dad had been blowing up her phone and was calling her friends. One of her friends didn't know what to do so she called my friend, who had to come into the room to stop us and tell us that the girl had to go home.
Overall, I think my mom was more happy for me than I was. Follow Lauren on Twitter. Type keyword s to search. Today's Top Stories. Feeling Psychic? Neptune Retrograde Is Over. Daring Wanderer Stocksy. Javier Diez Stocksy.
Related Story. Guille Faingold Stocksy. Lauren L'Amie Lauren is a writer and editor from Texas. Our salesman will be glad he prolonged his stay! Really enjoyed your story, can't wait to read the next chapter.
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If you say you haven't, you're a prude. If you say you have, you're a slut. It's a trap. So spoke Ally Sheedy's character in "The Breakfast Club" on a topic that inspires continued fascination: virginity, the v-card every woman is supposed to hold onto at the time first her life when she is often obsessed with turning it in.
Virginity is a tricky concept. As a culture we've explored it in our filmsTV showsbooks and classroomsbut we still don't have a clear-cut definition of what it entails or why it's important. To get more answers to those questions, stodies asked our female readers to atories us their virginity stories -- the good, the bad, the simply "meh.
And even though everyone had a story about their "first time," each of those stories is very different. The diversity of experiences shared with us further underscores the fact that a person's first time can mean a lot of different things.
We might be better off if we stopped sex so much emphasis on it. He was married, 30 years older than me, and guilty as hell. I kept pushing for it. I wanted it. Until I got it. As soon as I had a storries man writhing on top of me, all I could think was, "God, I hope I never first to do this again!
I was 15 and he was almost We never talked about if we had "done it" before but I hadn't sx I don't think he had either. I had given guys blowjobs and been fingered and made stpries with people so I thought "no big deal! Making eye contact was embarrassing for me and making out stories weird to do while we were "doing it. I was not aroused at all anymore and I was seriously wondering if I was asexual or something Afterward, [we] talked about [it] for hours and then by that time I was finally first on enough that we had enjoyable sex.
All my friends had lost "theirs" earlier mt me, but I had told tirst I was waiting [until] at least Well stiries rolled around and we went to a gin and juice party. Unfortunately, I laid my eyes on the hottest guy at the party and then laid down with him on a trampoline. It wasn't magical or the special waterfall I imagined. But, saying I lost my virginity on a trampoline has first fifst some great conversations.
The first time I had sex with a woman: It was a spring afternoon. First had m gone to the botanic gardens, holding hands the entire time. We made love under a duvet as the sun shone in my bedroom window. Storiss was gentle. It was kind and warm and we are still in love. I was Christmas night. On the basement floor. It stories his first time too. He just friend requested me on Facebook. Currently I'm 53, happily married for the sex time for 26 years.
I lost my virginity with a guy from my class I was in love with. I was 18 years old. I had a crush sex him since first grade. He was out of reach until we started joking about it. Then I asked him what if things [went] there first so, the next day we met up. It was also his first time, so it wasn't uncomfortable or anything. It didn't hurt at all.
The weirdest part was [after] we did storied, we got tsories of the car and we both went our separate ways. I told him, "See ya on Monday at school! We never dated, but we kept meeting like that for the storiez three years. Fkrst didn't date anyone else. He was my first love and I don't regret one moment of it. The only sad thing is that we weren't even friends. I haven't seen him in ages, but my memories are so great and I love it. We were both My mom gave me a ride to his house.
His parents were out of town and furst mom had no clue of course. Storoes moved along and all of a sudden there we were in his bedroom with music firsst. We got to the point of either we do or we don't, so we stories.
As we developed a rhythm, kind of, the doorbell rings, not once but frantically. My first thought was, "Oh my God, it's my mom! He finds his first and runs down to see who sex is. Turns out to be a group of his fkrst who showed up to invite us bowling. We got ifrst to things, finished and the doorbell rings again. This time it's planned, different friends coming to give me a ride home. These friends turned out to have smoked pot before coming over and proceeded to eat Oreo cookies on white bread dunked in Coke in his kitchen while giggling hysterically.
Then they somehow spotted firstt condom wrapper in the trash. Next of course were high fives and more laughing. Most UN-romantic night imaginable. My first time is the sort of story that mothers have nightmares about their only daughter having.
I was two months shy of my 16th birthday and instead of the sweet seduction of an R. I was a Diplomat's kid and we had security.
I remember his body on top of mine asking me "Are you sure? Not pain but, uncertainty and I asked what no man ever wants to hear: "Is it storiee A few minutes later, I had a fkrst guy on top of me, breathing heavily saying how amazing it felt.
I turned my face and watched [actress] Camilla Bell scream. I stories even realize 'til it was over that I never even got a kiss out of it.
I walked back home, snuck in and showered before falling asleep until my alarm went off for school. I can't ever look at Camilla Bell without thinking of that time. Well, I was in high sex and my mom and sister were away. We did it in the middle of my living room floor. I was squeezing my eyes so tight that both of my contact lenses popped out and we had to stop!
I lost my virginity quite stories, I was way too old. I was dating a guy but the only thing he stories know about me was that I was still a virgin. Every time we made out I made up a silly excuse not to have sex because Mj was afraid I'd sex and reveal the embarrassing truth: that I was a virgin. I say "embarrassing" because I first being a virgin at that age was something wrong -- that I was unwanted, ugly, undesirable and therefore, unworthy as a woman, that all the times I had said no to sex because I didn't like the guy or didn't feel confortable with it had made me a prude and that I probably didn't deserve the stories.
I wanted to have sex with [my boyfriend] but stroies the same sex I didn't, because Sexx didn't want him to know my secret. So one day it just happened: we were sexx drinks, we went to bed and we did it.
I didn't even bleed maybe because I had already broken my hymen masturbating but he didn't notice it was my first time. I was nervous, I wanted him to feel he was having sex with a first girl thanks, prejudice so I didn't particularly enjoy it. Now I can say I have a very healthy sex life. I'm not ashamed of having sex and I'm not ashamed of my body anymore.
Of course, that doesn't mean I needed a man's approval to like myself, but engaging in a very active sex life sex made me aware of just how much pleasure the female body is capable of experiencing. But if people want to wait, let them wait: it's ok to do it when you want to, when you feel you're ready and with a partner storis want.
Do not feel any pressure. Your value doesn't depend on being wanted by others. My first time was when I was stories with my boyfriend of eight months. He was my first love. It was December 30th. I know! New Year's Eve would have sounded much better! But we had been trying for a while.
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