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SHOULD YOU OFFER A LADY AN OXNARD
OXNARD CALIFORNIA--USA---- DAMP PANTIES BIG SISTER
:dunno:
My first time was on an unremarkable Sunday afternoon in Oxnard CA - USA, with a boyfriend I'd had for about a year and a half, just before I turned twenty-five. Although I'd had two other serious boyfriends since high school (neither of whom were virgins, and each of whom I'd been involved with for a couple of years), and more casually dated a number of other guys, I somehow managed to remain a virgin. It was my choice, because I truly believed (and still do) that sex can be magical, and I wanted to share that bond with just one other person. :stir:
I knew early on that my partner was someone really special. He was gorgeous, smart, successful at his job without being threatened by my successes, and he was perhaps the kindest, most respectful person I'd ever met. I made it clear from the start that I was only interested in having sex with one person in my life. Although I'm sure that wasn't what he wanted to hear, he didn't complain about it to me once, not even as a joke.
I made it clear that I was only interested in having sex with one person in my life. He didn't complain about it to me once.:clap:
I lived in the suburbs at the time. One summer day more than a year after we began dating, I met him in the city, to spend the day together. After brunch, we took a long, meandering walk on the beach and finally made it back to his apartment. I'm certain that neither of us thought we'd be having sex that day. We messed around a little, and I remember looking outside the window and noticing the clouds outside. For some reason, everything in the world seemed to exist in harmony at that moment: him, me, the pigeons cooing outside, the cloudiness of the day, everything. At that moment, I felt ready for sex with him in a different way than ever before — not just because of hormones and attraction, but in a spiritual way. I said, "I think I'm ready now." He asked me twice whether I was sure. I said yes, but had I changed my mind even at the very last instant, I know he would have stopped immediately.
He told me he loved me just before it happened, just as seriously as if it were the first time he'd said it. The sex itself was precious. It was painful at times, uncomfortable all of the time, but I felt a deep pleasure in giving him pleasure. And I could see then how I could really like it one day. I remember how slow and gentle he was — his responsiveness to my body language and his attention to my comfort.
Honestly, the whole thing was a little awkward, too: switching positions, and not feeling sure what exactly to do or whether he was enjoying it. I think it's always awkward the first time, and some say it's better to get all of the fumbling over with when you're a teenager or during a casual experience. Personally, I'm glad I got to share that sweet, memorable awkwardness with someone I loved and trusted completely. Some people say that you need to test out sex with someone before you make any big commitments. anyway we started in spooning and feeling each other up and got very excited and sweaty. Our hearts rates were soaring and breathing was labored in the hot room and in the second of this essay i will tell you of the first sexual encounter for now here is the second session of the night.
. We lay there together and rolled around switching positions a lot. He sucked my breasts and nipples until they were turgid, firm and tingling all over. I stroked his cock with the condom on it until he was fully erect again and straining against the latex wanting to be free of its covering. It would periodically move and it was throbbing for entry into my vagina.
As a tease to heighten the emotions I touched his balls which he really loved and cupped them gingerly and asked if he had any seman for me. I then put his cock head in my mouth and rimmed the knob of the penis Knowing he was ready for action I jumped on top and sat on his head and smothered his mouth with my vagina and soon he was licking and sucking my labia and darting his tongue in my moist vagina. My heart began to pound harder and I was starting to pant until he managed to find my clitoris and then my head started to spin. I climbed down his body and impaled my self on his cock slowly at first . With him laying on his back I told him I was going to fuck him silly and drive him insane with pleasure as I started madly pumping up and down on his shaft quickly and at times slowly. Soon he closed his eyes moaned, exhaled and totally stiffened his body as his cock started throbbing and he ejaculated again in the condom buried in my vagina.
:drool2::spanking::2 cents::angels::suicide::flame::spanking::hairpull:
:stir::eek:
I got off him fell on top of him, hugged him and said well done Ted may I have some and he immediately knew I wanted his condom filled with his love juice. He pulled it off his half erect cock and fed me its contents. It was more watery and less thick as he had previously ejaculated, but it was still plenty pungent, and it went direct to my head and made me more horny if at all possible. With him spent for a while I threw my arms around my hunks broad chest and hugged and took in his manly smell and said how I cared for him and then I proceeded to give him the blow job of his life as I stuffed his seven inches in my throat all the way as he was flaccid and coated with his man cream. I played with his nut sack and cupped his balls, even taking one in my mouth and letting his manhood dangle for a bit. It looked real sexy hanging there half spent coated and lathered up and dripping milky cum. It was even twitching a bit. Soon he was hard and in my sore vagina and let loose another round of ejaculations and his penis went totally flaccid and the condom fell off his shaft and I knew that was all the milky semen i would be drinking that night. We cuddled for hours until it was dawn and got some espresso at a nearby stand. The second session was more smooth and I was less nervous and i knew he was the boy that I wanted to have sex with and only have sex with for all of my life.
I think sex is what you make of it. In the couple of years since that first time, we've had some amazing experiences with each other: heart-pounding encounters on the floor as soon as we walked in because we couldn't make it to the bed; loud, sheets-ending-up-on-the-floor sex in a hotel room on a mountain vacation; sex, on an air mattress, that I hoped would never end. We've also been in some ruts that it took some effort and imagination to get out of, a couple of dry spells, and encounters where we were a little out of sync. Still, as the saying goes, sex is like pizza — even when it's bad, it's pretty good. He was my first, and we both plan on being each other's last.
SECOND PART LATER TOMORROW :spanking:
OXNARD CALIFORNIA--USA---- DAMP PANTIES BIG SISTER
:dunno:My first time was on an unremarkable Sunday afternoon in Oxnard CA - USA, with a boyfriend I'd had for about a year and a half, just before I turned twenty-five. Although I'd had two other serious boyfriends since high school (neither of whom were virgins, and each of whom I'd been involved with for a couple of years), and more casually dated a number of other guys, I somehow managed to remain a virgin. It was my choice, because I truly believed (and still do) that sex can be magical, and I wanted to share that bond with just one other person. :stir:
I knew early on that my partner was someone really special. He was gorgeous, smart, successful at his job without being threatened by my successes, and he was perhaps the kindest, most respectful person I'd ever met. I made it clear from the start that I was only interested in having sex with one person in my life. Although I'm sure that wasn't what he wanted to hear, he didn't complain about it to me once, not even as a joke.
I made it clear that I was only interested in having sex with one person in my life. He didn't complain about it to me once.:clap:
I lived in the suburbs at the time. One summer day more than a year after we began dating, I met him in the city, to spend the day together. After brunch, we took a long, meandering walk on the beach and finally made it back to his apartment. I'm certain that neither of us thought we'd be having sex that day. We messed around a little, and I remember looking outside the window and noticing the clouds outside. For some reason, everything in the world seemed to exist in harmony at that moment: him, me, the pigeons cooing outside, the cloudiness of the day, everything. At that moment, I felt ready for sex with him in a different way than ever before — not just because of hormones and attraction, but in a spiritual way. I said, "I think I'm ready now." He asked me twice whether I was sure. I said yes, but had I changed my mind even at the very last instant, I know he would have stopped immediately.
He told me he loved me just before it happened, just as seriously as if it were the first time he'd said it. The sex itself was precious. It was painful at times, uncomfortable all of the time, but I felt a deep pleasure in giving him pleasure. And I could see then how I could really like it one day. I remember how slow and gentle he was — his responsiveness to my body language and his attention to my comfort.
Honestly, the whole thing was a little awkward, too: switching positions, and not feeling sure what exactly to do or whether he was enjoying it. I think it's always awkward the first time, and some say it's better to get all of the fumbling over with when you're a teenager or during a casual experience. Personally, I'm glad I got to share that sweet, memorable awkwardness with someone I loved and trusted completely. Some people say that you need to test out sex with someone before you make any big commitments. anyway we started in spooning and feeling each other up and got very excited and sweaty. Our hearts rates were soaring and breathing was labored in the hot room and in the second of this essay i will tell you of the first sexual encounter for now here is the second session of the night.
. We lay there together and rolled around switching positions a lot. He sucked my breasts and nipples until they were turgid, firm and tingling all over. I stroked his cock with the condom on it until he was fully erect again and straining against the latex wanting to be free of its covering. It would periodically move and it was throbbing for entry into my vagina.
As a tease to heighten the emotions I touched his balls which he really loved and cupped them gingerly and asked if he had any seman for me. I then put his cock head in my mouth and rimmed the knob of the penis Knowing he was ready for action I jumped on top and sat on his head and smothered his mouth with my vagina and soon he was licking and sucking my labia and darting his tongue in my moist vagina. My heart began to pound harder and I was starting to pant until he managed to find my clitoris and then my head started to spin. I climbed down his body and impaled my self on his cock slowly at first . With him laying on his back I told him I was going to fuck him silly and drive him insane with pleasure as I started madly pumping up and down on his shaft quickly and at times slowly. Soon he closed his eyes moaned, exhaled and totally stiffened his body as his cock started throbbing and he ejaculated again in the condom buried in my vagina.
:drool2::spanking::2 cents::angels::suicide::flame::spanking::hairpull::stir::eek:I got off him fell on top of him, hugged him and said well done Ted may I have some and he immediately knew I wanted his condom filled with his love juice. He pulled it off his half erect cock and fed me its contents. It was more watery and less thick as he had previously ejaculated, but it was still plenty pungent, and it went direct to my head and made me more horny if at all possible. With him spent for a while I threw my arms around my hunks broad chest and hugged and took in his manly smell and said how I cared for him and then I proceeded to give him the blow job of his life as I stuffed his seven inches in my throat all the way as he was flaccid and coated with his man cream. I played with his nut sack and cupped his balls, even taking one in my mouth and letting his manhood dangle for a bit. It looked real sexy hanging there half spent coated and lathered up and dripping milky cum. It was even twitching a bit. Soon he was hard and in my sore vagina and let loose another round of ejaculations and his penis went totally flaccid and the condom fell off his shaft and I knew that was all the milky semen i would be drinking that night. We cuddled for hours until it was dawn and got some espresso at a nearby stand. The second session was more smooth and I was less nervous and i knew he was the boy that I wanted to have sex with and only have sex with for all of my life.
I think sex is what you make of it. In the couple of years since that first time, we've had some amazing experiences with each other: heart-pounding encounters on the floor as soon as we walked in because we couldn't make it to the bed; loud, sheets-ending-up-on-the-floor sex in a hotel room on a mountain vacation; sex, on an air mattress, that I hoped would never end. We've also been in some ruts that it took some effort and imagination to get out of, a couple of dry spells, and encounters where we were a little out of sync. Still, as the saying goes, sex is like pizza — even when it's bad, it's pretty good. He was my first, and we both plan on being each other's last.
SECOND PART LATER TOMORROW :spanking:
