Your stories.

Sometimes I like your stories because they are funny. Sometimes I like them because they express a universal truth, something that we all think, but very few of us can actually say. Occasionally, I just like the details in your stories. This is one of those.

Skateboards, immobilizing pleasure, malevolent mothers and trampy bitches. You couldn’t make it up.

But as this un-named fifty-year-old American male says, ‘I swear on my painful years of chastity, it is 100% true’.

An American man. Born 1957. Lost virginity aged 24.

God, this is my first home computer and I can’t believe all the crap on the Internet. The most disturbing part is all the porn sites. Okay, some of those people are just plain desperate and need money. But what they are acting out cannot be beneficial psychologically. Can interrupting coitus and ejaculating on a girl’s face while talking in a hateful way be healthy? A long time ago, they made porno’s about people who actually liked each other. Now, I’m not on a mission and I just got back from two years overseas where you could buy all the cheap young prostitutes you can dream of, by the hour, by the week, or anything you like. But I have some serious masculine sensitivity issues and the idea of exploiting desperate females is too upsetting.

Hey, the best orgasm I ever had was from lying down on a skateboard. Total warm, itchy, immobilizing pleasure, spreading from head to toe – mind blowing! I discovered this by accident when I was about eight years old and couldn’t even ejaculate. So orgasm is indeed separate from reproduction. I didn’t tell anybody about what I could do with that skateboard, even after I crashed into a car.

Okay, so what about my first time?

I found out young that I loved kissing with a girl named *Jody and we tried to experiment further but didn’t have any idea what we were doing and stopped after we nearly got caught by her older sister. I ended up being shy and defensive because my parents were very abusive psychotics who fucked around like assholes when they were young and then spent the next twenty-five years making us feel miserable about it. I say psychotic because my father was very good at getting things he wanted and enjoyed the shallowness of it all. He was well liked but for him, sex was something you could get like a pack of cigarettes. My mother was a malevolent because she loved sex too much for her own good. They both died from substance abuse, which they kept a secret for years.

In college, I fooled around with a number of worldly, trampy bitches who made fun of my virginity. I could have had any number of college girls but was afraid that I would end up liking sex too much for my own good but at the same time, I didn’t want to graduate from college being a virgin. Anyway, this one girl, *Dana, really did have an attraction to me but for totally neurotic reasons. She was this class of girl who screws a million times and then wishes she could have virginity back. She didn’t know that I had her number.

So it went like this: I started hanging around with her at the Sorority house and initiated the whole thing. Unlike other girls, she was a lousy kisser which was a death sentence for anything long term. We kept this up and then she showed me what can only described as the world’s best blowjob. This was so good, it was scary. I mean, like, WOW! It was good! She would nurse and suck and stroke up to a point where I would writhe and moan and explode without warning and then go totally limp while she swallowed every last drop. She wasn’t very responsive otherwise and thus I became more interested in the blowjob. She couldn’t cum no matter how many different ways I kissed her vagina. I mean, you know you have a problem when you spend a half an hour licking, kissing, and swishing a girl’s minoral flap and nothing happens. I was getting bored and feeling devalued.

Then one night she jumped my bones and we fucked. ‘Gee’, I thought, ‘I’m having sex!’ It was a nice feeling. I started moaning, and came inside her. Girls didn’t shave in those days and I like bush! We did it again and I came inside her again. I never even considered a rubber because I liked cumming inside a girl. I knew it was bad but I couldn’t help it. It’s an animal thing. After graduation, we separated for eight weeks and then got back together again. She lived with her parents and she would call me when they were away and I would stay over. Again, more sex with no rubbers. When I was in graduate school I finally put a stop to this bullshit and she got all pissed off. Virgins aren’t supposed to dump girls, even when they tell them to blow off midterms.

I went back to my defensive and solitary ways and had a disastrous career as an insurance scientist. The sharks in the insurance business ate me for lunch. Now that I am old, I am glad that I didn’t do anything sexually disastrous. I would have benefited from a happy marriage and I met a lot of women who seemed to sense that. Although they never expressed it in a loving way. Women can be very perceptive and my favorite sexual fantasy was always being with a woman who loves me because she needs to get pregnant. Ouch! Once the babies start arriving, the sex comes to an end.

Well, I hoped you like my story and I swear on my painful years of chastity, it is 100% true.’

Do you have a story of virginity loss that you would like to post on ‘The Virginity Project’?
Funny, happy, sad or erotic, they are all worth telling. Email me at: katemonroe@yahoo.com
*Remember, all names will be changed to protect your identity.