Mine wasn't too bad, as I recall.
Her bedroom floor. Sober. All went well. At least, she didn't say anything was wrong. I did ask her about a billion times "Is this ok?", "Was that ok?", "Are you ok?". She seemed to be ok, generally.

And another time I was with this other girl in my Dad's bed - him and his bird were away. We're getting down to it, and at the point of almost penetration, she tells me it's her first time. Cue me pounding away furiously. Cue her whimpering. Cue me putting my dad's hymen-blood soaked sheets in the washing machine and leaving it for him to do. Does that make me a bad person? I broke up with her about a week later. That, I know, makes me a bad person. But then, she was an ginger.
( mrlogic is copying your beard, Fri 4 Mar 2005, 17:09, Reply)