I thought I'd start up a regularly updated blog about all the sexual experiences I've had over the years.
To protect the names of the girls I've been with, I'll only refer to them by a number. (I.E. The first girl I had sex with will be "1" and the eighth girl will be "8".) I will also have side stories about girls who I "almost" had, because some of those can be as sad as they are amusing.
To start off, I'll talk about girl "0". While we never had sex, she did get me started into the whole sexual experiences, so it's only right to at least mention her.
I was 14, working at an amusement park when I met her. She was a rather "large" girl, 16 years old, and working the rides. We talked more and more each day while we ended up kissing right as I was about to leave, much to the dismay of my bosses.
Since she had a car, we later met outside of work, and it was pretty often we ended up back at my apartment alone.
During our makeout sessions she'd ask if I wanted to "go inside her shirt" to which I very much obliged. I later ended up fingering her (which I found rather odd) and she later revealed her breasts to me. They weren't very impressive. Despite her being a BBW she lacked the appeal that most BBW lovers look for. Her breasts were strangely flat and saggy for a 16 year old, and oddly small for her size.
She was also strangely demanding, always telling me to suck on her breasts "harder", and while this would be a major turn on for me nowadays, was rather confusing to a 14 yearl old who'd never done it before and wasn't entirely sure what "harder" was. (I think I just smashed my face more tightly into it.)
A couple sessions later and her attention turned to what I had in store. She started rubbing my hard-on when I noticed she seemed rather fixated on it. I asked he was she thought.
"It... it's amazing!" she replied.
I wasn't aware what her previous experiences were, so I had so real guage to go on... Perhaps neither did she. I was packing a bit above 6 inches when I was 14, as my first pubescent growth spurt was rather kind in adding inches to me.
Somehow we ended up on the couch. I don't remember her initial reaction, but she stared at it and stroked it before asking me if I wanted to go into the bedroom. This is where I made my mistake, or perhaps I should count my blessings depending on how you look at it. I said that I wanted to stay on the couch. She seemed disappointed, but stroked it for a while more. It was a strange sensation when a hand that wasn't mine was stroking my shaft, but it was something I definitely enjoyed.... even as shy as I was.
We broke up rather suddenly. I'm not sure how or why, and I frankly don't care. Something about going to a park, but her never coming along to pick me up, and then telling her friends that she didn't want me to go... It was fairly painless. There wasn't any love there and I never considered it a major loss.
She did however, let me try most of the things I always wanted to, and got my hormones going. With all the awkwardness out of the way, it was time for me to push my new-found perverseness onto the virginal next girl...
To Be Continued.
(Sidenote: When typing the first time my computer thought it might be fun to reset on me, so I had to type it all again, and I didn't feel like being as detailed the second time.)
To protect the names of the girls I've been with, I'll only refer to them by a number. (I.E. The first girl I had sex with will be "1" and the eighth girl will be "8".) I will also have side stories about girls who I "almost" had, because some of those can be as sad as they are amusing.
To start off, I'll talk about girl "0". While we never had sex, she did get me started into the whole sexual experiences, so it's only right to at least mention her.
I was 14, working at an amusement park when I met her. She was a rather "large" girl, 16 years old, and working the rides. We talked more and more each day while we ended up kissing right as I was about to leave, much to the dismay of my bosses.
Since she had a car, we later met outside of work, and it was pretty often we ended up back at my apartment alone.
During our makeout sessions she'd ask if I wanted to "go inside her shirt" to which I very much obliged. I later ended up fingering her (which I found rather odd) and she later revealed her breasts to me. They weren't very impressive. Despite her being a BBW she lacked the appeal that most BBW lovers look for. Her breasts were strangely flat and saggy for a 16 year old, and oddly small for her size.
She was also strangely demanding, always telling me to suck on her breasts "harder", and while this would be a major turn on for me nowadays, was rather confusing to a 14 yearl old who'd never done it before and wasn't entirely sure what "harder" was. (I think I just smashed my face more tightly into it.)
A couple sessions later and her attention turned to what I had in store. She started rubbing my hard-on when I noticed she seemed rather fixated on it. I asked he was she thought.
"It... it's amazing!" she replied.
I wasn't aware what her previous experiences were, so I had so real guage to go on... Perhaps neither did she. I was packing a bit above 6 inches when I was 14, as my first pubescent growth spurt was rather kind in adding inches to me.
Somehow we ended up on the couch. I don't remember her initial reaction, but she stared at it and stroked it before asking me if I wanted to go into the bedroom. This is where I made my mistake, or perhaps I should count my blessings depending on how you look at it. I said that I wanted to stay on the couch. She seemed disappointed, but stroked it for a while more. It was a strange sensation when a hand that wasn't mine was stroking my shaft, but it was something I definitely enjoyed.... even as shy as I was.
We broke up rather suddenly. I'm not sure how or why, and I frankly don't care. Something about going to a park, but her never coming along to pick me up, and then telling her friends that she didn't want me to go... It was fairly painless. There wasn't any love there and I never considered it a major loss.
She did however, let me try most of the things I always wanted to, and got my hormones going. With all the awkwardness out of the way, it was time for me to push my new-found perverseness onto the virginal next girl...
To Be Continued.
(Sidenote: When typing the first time my computer thought it might be fun to reset on me, so I had to type it all again, and I didn't feel like being as detailed the second time.)