The first time to be touched to the breast, although the other side of the action gently, but actually not much pleasure, is not because we are virgin virgins, there are a lot of experience and feeling is to learn slowly.
At the time, I loved to be kissed deeply and then have him take off my clothes and rub me. I felt that these actions symbolized the intimacy of a couple and increased their love for each other. But my boyfriend apparently liked more than that. He often begged me to touch his penis, and one afternoon I finally couldn’t resist the curiosity of reaching into his underwear and holding his penis, which felt hot and hard…
As for the size, I didn’t measure it carefully. I know he wants to have sex with me, but he did not dare to ask, I do not dare to say yes, virginity represents the brand of chastity is still in my body, I have been thinking about not to take it as a gift to my then beloved boyfriend, but now I think I can’t help but think that at that time I am really stupid, sex is not a kind of transaction, it conveys a kind of intimacy, if someone treats the first time as a very important thing, in fact, there is nothing wrong with that, but it gives him or her a few years less to enjoy the pleasure. There’s nothing wrong with that, but it gives him or her a few less years to enjoy the pleasure.
And then, as the relationship grows, the scale is slowly relaxed, when we are completely naked to each other, each other after a number of times, I know that my mentality has changed, I also want to try to see what is in the end sex, and to be honest, I then realized that I am the nature of this person from the chastity of the big distance, virginity is important to me is really necessary to be proud to leave to my husband? Do I really need to leave my virginity to my husband and carry the sign of chastity for the rest of my life?
Maybe I figured it out, maybe I got carried away by a moment of passion and I forgot, two years ago, that I promised to make love to him one summer night.
And the first time, give up because you can’t find the hole there.
The second time, it finally went in, this time with enough foreplay, but the uninitiated me still found the pain excruciating, and to make him happy, I held back and kept saying it didn’t hurt, but I bled.
It was falling red, and I was out of virginity after that one, and I was saddened to look at that bit of blood, but I was slowly learning about my own nature, and that I turned out not to be a dignified enough woman.
Why don’t I describe my first experience more? Because I really don’t remember much, except that I was in pain and there was blood.
After a couple of “sessions”, I slowly felt no pain, and started doing it about three times a week, at first in the missionary position, which is the position I’ve been using the longest, and to this day, honestly, I like it the best.
In fact, I think I was not a competent sex partner, lying on the bed I just spread there at his mercy, some of my skills were learned later, first of all I learned the first thing is screaming, screaming so realistic and lustful, I know that the man I made love to me will be very satisfied because of his woman screamed to such a degree, and to see him happy, I’ll be even more happy!
Ha, I don’t even know if it’s true. I scream when I thrust deeply, and whimper when I thrust shallowly. Anyway, sex is a two-person thing, I’m serious about cooperating, and he feels happy too.
The next step was to learn to help bathe people.
I guess I was smart enough to learn quickly how to please a man, help him bathe, and make him erect just by rubbing soap on him.
In fact, I think I was not a competent sex partner, lying on the bed I just spread there at his mercy, some of my skills were learned later, first of all I learned the first thing is screaming, screaming so realistic and lustful, I know that the man I made love to me will be very satisfied because of his woman screamed to such a degree, and to see him happy, I’ll be even more happy!
There were also services like standing behind him and washing his back with his breasts, and he would be so eager to come and touch my body that he would even want to hurry up and finish the shower.
But, I would also wash his side, the soap itself was slippery, and with my ten fingers, I would rub his cock, gently pick at his groin, and then go to his scrotum, which I couldn’t wash for long before I was stopped because he was too comfortable.