Not Losing Your VirginityThink back, way back, to when you were a spotty virgin.* It was all a bit overwhelming, wasn't it? I remember going to see a band as a teenager and standing behind a girl who I kinda liked, but who had been showing a lot of interest in a friend for the past week. She reached back and squeezed my leg.
I panicked. Brain decided that she'd clearly made a mistake and thought I was my friend: "Er, you've got the wrong bloke"
It was hours before I worked out what was going on.
So, tell us the stories of when you failed to lose your virginity - whether through your own ineptitude or simply because they scared the bejesus out of you.
* Apologies to spotty virgins out there. Wash.
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chthonic, Fri 27 Oct 2006, 12:13)
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So near ...Twas on a family holiday when I was a mere 16 years old. She was a dusky Italian girl with huge dark eyes and a pneumatic body to kill for.
After a few 'dates' we finally got naked. Her ripe young breasts defied gravity; her plump buttocks were perfect fruits; her neatly shaven sanctuary promised that almost mythical tightness of the virgin. And she was wildly up for it, her hand pumping at my swollen ardour with suspicious expertise.
Then, just as the eager bulb of my rock hard cock had squeezed into the hot liquidity of her untried dell, the bells in the local church began to ring and she had a moment of religious guilt.
There we were, just a few inches away from popping her cherry, and she decided that she could not do the deed. So instead she deep-throated my twitching root (again, with practised expertise) until I pumped my ambrosia into her moaning throat.
I went home the next night and never knew the clasp of her deepest secret.
(, Fri 27 Oct 2006, 15:28, Reply)
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