Not Losing Your Virginity
Think 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.
( , Fri 27 Oct 2006, 12:13)
Think 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.
( , Fri 27 Oct 2006, 12:13)
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And the second time...
First proper girlfriend and she's filthy as. Pretty, long blond hair, enormous tits that she loved to have played with, and a mouth on her that gave better orgasms than some fannies I've buried myself in since. And she swallowed.
Oh, and she was a God-bothering virgin.
Of course, I was all respectable and nice. We did all kinds of things, but never played hide-the-sausage. Hide-any-inanimate-object, yes. But sausage... no.
Then one day. In the car, parked up. Nice quiet place. Her wearing a skirt with no underwear and she says "I don't know why we don't... you know... I mean, nobody else would know..."
"You'd know," I said. Complete gent, as I said. Complete wanker as I later discovered when she started seeing one of my mates behind my back and fucked him silly.
In fairness, I have it on good authority the bastard was packing 10 inches. The good authority was *her* best mate who I *did* pop my cherry with. And who, when we broke up, ended up copping off with him in a "swap" night so that she could get off with one of his other mates... who she then ran off with after they'd got engaged. And then ended up getting married to (and divorced from).
Told you she was filthy. The only reason I regret not fucking her. I bet she was good.
( , Mon 30 Oct 2006, 13:03, Reply)
First proper girlfriend and she's filthy as. Pretty, long blond hair, enormous tits that she loved to have played with, and a mouth on her that gave better orgasms than some fannies I've buried myself in since. And she swallowed.
Oh, and she was a God-bothering virgin.
Of course, I was all respectable and nice. We did all kinds of things, but never played hide-the-sausage. Hide-any-inanimate-object, yes. But sausage... no.
Then one day. In the car, parked up. Nice quiet place. Her wearing a skirt with no underwear and she says "I don't know why we don't... you know... I mean, nobody else would know..."
"You'd know," I said. Complete gent, as I said. Complete wanker as I later discovered when she started seeing one of my mates behind my back and fucked him silly.
In fairness, I have it on good authority the bastard was packing 10 inches. The good authority was *her* best mate who I *did* pop my cherry with. And who, when we broke up, ended up copping off with him in a "swap" night so that she could get off with one of his other mates... who she then ran off with after they'd got engaged. And then ended up getting married to (and divorced from).
Told you she was filthy. The only reason I regret not fucking her. I bet she was good.
( , Mon 30 Oct 2006, 13:03, Reply)
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