The Female Sexual Experience: Shared Sexual Histories and Experiences Vol. 2

This page has been created to allow women the opportunity to share their sexual experiences with others. They can disclose how they became aware of their sexuality, what they have learned about their sexuality, how they learned to enjoy it, and even hurdles they have had to conquer. Women can present their sexual histories if they so desire. This will allow women to learn from each other's experiences. If you would like to share your experiences please send them to us by clicking here.

Katie - Age 23

The first time I had sex happened when I was 15. It happened with my first boyfriend (he was 16) and we had been going out for about four or five months. The time we had just being together was wonderful and I always felt safe with him so I eventually made up my mind that I wanted to have sex with him. We were both virgins at the time and we had lightly discussed sexual topics from time to time and we agreed on a time to do it on a Saturday when I knew my parents and my brother would be away visiting a perspective college.

When the day came, I was trying to decide what I should wear. I didn’t know if I should dress sexy, or like normal or whether or not I would wear panties. I eventually decided to go with a conservative looking blouse with a slightly flirty looking skirt and a pair of pink bikini panties. I was in kind of a giddy excitement and I was also making sure my room was nice and clean; I even thought it looked a little girlier then it usually did, but I wanted to make sure everything was just right. I even had a condom for the occasion that I got from one of my girlfriends who stole it from her mom’s stash.

Finally, my boyfriend came to the house and I was a little confused about if we should just go up and do it right away, or if we should hang out and kiss for a while and be all romantic and stuff. We ended up just watching TV together for a little while which turned into one big make-out session with his hands going up the back of my shirt. I decided I couldn’t wait any longer and suggested that we go upstairs.

When we got to my room, we just kind of stood there for a while hugging and kissing and I made him promise to be gentle with me. I took off his shirt and run my hands along his smooth chest, he unbuttoned my blouse and reached around and unhooked my bra and I let them fall to the floor. He reached out and touched my breasts and my nipples. His touch felt like little sparks on my skin and my heart was starting to pound with excitement. I unzipped his jeans and let them fall, while he unzipped my skirt. We kissed for a little while longer and I pulled down my panties and then I pulled his underwear down too to reveal his dick standing straight up at me. This was the first time we had been naked together and we both took a moment to look at each other before I took his dick into my hand. He started to breathe heavy when I touched him and I could almost feel his pulse getting stronger and faster, his hands were caressing my hips and my buttocks and I pulled him to me and we kissed deeply. His dick was pressed tightly between us and I could feel it rubbing against my skin with a steady thrusting motion. It didn’t take too long before I felt his embrace tighten and he broke our kiss and he was breathing really heavily into my ear and I felt his whole body tighten up and quiver before I felt a warm, gooey spot form between the two of us. After his excitement subsided, we both pulled our bodies apart and looked down to see a large patch of semen covering our lower abdomen. A little bit of it had found it’s way into my pubic hair and it was still dripping from his dick. He seemed embarrassed that it happened but I said it was ok, he said that it still felt really good and I said it felt really good to feel his cum coming out of him. It made me feel special that I could make him feel that way, and I grabbed a towel and we cleaned ourselves off.

We spent the next hour or so laying in my bed together talking and looking at each other. He was caressing my body, telling me how beautiful I looked and I was telling him the same kind of thing. Eventually he asked if I wanted to try again and I said yes. I was holding his dick in my hand; lightly stroking it and I could feel it getting hard again. I told him that there was a condom in my nightstand drawer we could use. He asked me if it was ok if he went inside me without it for just a little while so he could see how it felt. So I said ok, just for a little while. He moved to get on top of me, I was on my back with my legs spread and the tip of his penis was just touching the outside of my vagina and I could feel the sparks coming again. As I felt him slowly push his way inside me, I was hit with a wave of pleasure hit me as he slowly filled me. I closed my eyes and I could hear him moan softly. He was taking soft long strokes as he moved inside me and I could feel his body moving between my thighs. I had lost all thought of reality and I was totally wrapped up in the incredible sensations. It felt so wonderful to feel him inside me. His strokes gradually became more quick and he was moaning was a little louder. My thoughts were racing as I felt all my sexual energy building up and I thought I was going to orgasm at any moment. I heard him say that he was going to cum and all I could say was “don’t stop, don’t stop.” Suddenly my orgasm hit me and I spread my legs as wide as I could. My boyfriend was practically pounding my vagina and he was moaning really loudly with several sporadic groans and his thrusting slowly came to a stop. I was totally exhausted, my boyfriend was still on top of me and I could feel his penis still inside me and I slowly came back to reality then I realized that he had cum inside me when I saw the condom next to my lamp.

I spent the next week and a half praying for my period to come, when it did, I let out the biggest sigh of relief but it was still a source to tension between us for the next few months. I did not want to have to explain all this to my parents. But we eventually broke up about six months later. It was still an incredible experience for me and I still love having sex.

Katie, age 23

Alyssa - Age 21

I am a 21-year-old woman who has been sexually active for about 2 1/2 years. My sexual experiences have been limited to a couple of people, and I have been in relationships with both these men (one of whom I am still with). I recently discovered this site by accident, but I must say that it has definitely taught me quite a bit about sex, and made me realize how many women out there have issues between the sheets. I am a fairly adventurous individual when it comes to sexual expression. Granted, these expressions often happen within the privacy of mine or my boyfriend's home, but I still feel quite comfortable both with my sexuality, and my sex life. My boyfriend and I are comfortable not only trying out new things, but talking about different sexual experiences as well. I am extremely happy with my sex-life, but often feel isolated from my friends because of one small issue ....I have never reached orgasm. My boyfriend and I are determined and willing to work for the final product, but sometimes, the frustration gets to me. I know that there is no pressure coming from him, but the pressure coming from society and the media is sometimes overwhelming. I often feel isolated from my girlfriends when a discussion about sex turns into a discussion about orgasm...and I have nothing to contribute. What really makes me so mad about never having climaxed is not the lack of pleasure (because like I said earlier, I am quite happy with my sex-life), it is the big deal that everyone else makes about it. Those women out there who have never experienced orgasm don't know what we are missing....so stop telling us that we are missing out on something so huge! Hopefully after reading this posting, some people will take a second to think that maybe it is their pressures that is making it so hard for us to finish...and not our lack of trying! When it happens, it'll happen....and no doubt, it will be fantastic, but I can almost guarantee that I will never make one of my girlfriends feel bad about the fact that she hasn't experienced one yet. What I wanted to say to everyone involved with this website is Thank You...this website has helped me feel a lot less alone....hapy humping.

Deanna - Age 21

Hi, my name is Deanna. When I found your site, I read and read and read. Thank you for it. I am 21 now. I am one of those girls that discovered it felt good to touch when I was pretty young. I am a very sexual person, and I had parents that would have died if they knew what was going on as I got older. I knew from the very beginning all my curiosities had to be a secret.

I am an only child, and my parents were very protective of me. From early on I was never allowed to be careless with my nakedness. Even when no one else was around my Mom was always careful to make sure I had panties and a robe on when I left the bath or my room. I couldn't run around in just my panties. I had to be fully dressed. I was always trained to be modest and careful. I remember my Mom saying to me casually on occasions, "We don't pay attention to our bodies. We cover them up." All I can guess is that this training made me curious about my body, because I was.

I remember as a little girl closing my bedroom door and being naked when I thought I was safe and looking at myself in the mirror. There was a strange fascination there and it made me feel strangely good to indulge like this. I remember times just standing there and looking down at myself between my legs. I had this feeling that I shouldn't look at it too long, and I would feel naughty for looking longer than I felt I should, and it gave me funny feelings inside. I liked the feeling I got. They made me feel shivery and warm.

I remember one time in particular that I let myself get down on the carpet and I opened my legs in front of the mirror. It was a full length mirror of course. Maybe this sounds stupid, but I made myself look for several long moments. I would do things like that and force myself to do it longer than I felt comfortable, or longer than I felt I should. I sat there for several long moments refusing to close my legs, and I made myself look at my body. But then I jumped up and felt guilty all day long for being that rude. I thought there was something wrong with me.

I also had a re-occurring dream where I would be in church and it would be real hot and I would complain about the heat, and my Mom would take all my clothes off there between the pews and I would be naked in church. Now think that one through! What kind of psychological connection are there in that? I think my early curiosities and their forbiddance was connected to it being wrong in relation to the church and God, and somehow my little mind found an escape in that dream. I don't know. All I know is that I had strong curiosities very young.

I don't remember how I got interested in touching. I just have early memories of being in the tub and stealing opportunities when I was alone to raise myself up so that I could let water hit me between my legs. I remember this rubber duck that had a hole in the bottom where the squeaker used to be, and I would suck it full of water, then raise myself up and let the stream of water hit me right in the "naughty place" as I squeezed the duck. I always had a scared, racy, naughty feeling that I remember when doing things like this. I also remember washing myself with a wash cloth and spending longer than I needed washing myself while listening for Mom to approach. I was quick to look very normal when I heard her approach, but the feelings and sensations always drew me, even from quite young.

I also remember a time; and I can't for the life of me remember where it was, but I remember being in a dark place like maybe in bed somewhere, and I remember being very aware of my fingers touching the soft lips of my pussy and feeling the fold in the middle, and I remember my heart pounding wildly and how I felt. But that is all I remember. I don't remember touching deeply or masturbating per se. Just touching. I don't think I tried to do much more than just touch, but I think maybe that was my first time for touching. I would guess I was seven or eight. I really don't remember.

What I do remember is when I was eleven we went on a church camp out. For some reason I was allowed to stay with two other girls in their tent by ourselves. That was kind of rare since I was nearly always expected to stay with my parents. I remember I was eleven because I had a birthday party up there with the group with a cake my Mom had brought and all. In the tent together after going to bed, we stayed awake whispering quietly about things, and one of the girls asked if we ever though about naked stuff. Instantly the whispering turned to things of sexual curiosity, and for the first time in my life I discovered that both of these girls liked to think about the same things I did. That was a real eye opener for me. Till then, I thought something was wrong with me and that I was the only one.

That night, I watched one of the girls pull down her pajamas and her panties and play with herself in front of us. The light of the camp fire was making enough light that we could barely see, and she laid back and just plain fingered herself until I saw my first orgasm. I will never forget the sight of that as long as I live. I remember very clearly how she kept playing as I stared at her busy fingers and watching her. I remember her breathing, and how she suddenly tensed up and began to shake, and how when she did that the other girl who had raised up beside her and was stroking her hair suddenly leaned down and began kissing her face as the other girl struggled with her orgasm. Then, in an instant the second girl reached down and began playing with the first girl's pussy as she leaned down and kissed her on the lips for a long time. I didn't have a clue what was going on. I was scared of getting caught, but I couldn't look away. I felt deeply shivery all over, and my heart was pounding out of my chest. I remember it like it was yesterday. All I know is that something very special happened because of the way both girls reacted to it. They kept kissing each other and breathing heavily and touching, and I was breathlessly trying to watch while at the same time make sure no one was coming.

I watched both girls do it two other times that weekend. They told me I could do it, too, but I only watched. I was too scared to participate. But I most certainly watched. They did it to themselves and they touched each other, and I saw about four or five orgasms that weekend between the two of them.

After that when I was alone in my bed, I tried doing what I had seen and it was just plain wondrous. I couldn't believe how good it felt. Now I understood all that was going on. And to this day I have a deep interest in girls. I am attracted to guys as well, but I love the bodies and the play of girls. For a long time I was thrilled by the masturbation. It is all I had. But I also felt like I was condemned to hell. That is a hard place to be. More than once I tried to make myself stop, but I couldn't. Things only got worse in that way.

From twelve on I masturbated constantly. I began to have fantasies where being naked was ok in places where it isn't normally, like on the beach, or around our house where others could see me. For some reason I began to have fantasies of being naked and my Dad seeing me. I don't understand it, but that really got me. I don't think I would like it in real. I know I wouldn't. I don't like my Dad basically. But I had these feelings of him seeing me and not being able to do anything about it. Or I would have dreams in my head about undressing in front of a window that had no drapes. I have this huge thing about being seen naked.

I also began to let myself masturbate in places where it was risky, like in the living room when it was dark watching a movie with my parents, or in the car while traveling. I remember one Christmas Eve we were watching a Christmas movie and the lights of the tree were on and it was dark otherwise, and I was under a blanket in the easy chair with my parents were on the couch, and I made myself cum sitting there looking at the movie and then desperately trying not to move so as not to be noticed while my body sucked for air. I enjoy doing it in places where I have to stifle the orgasm so I won't be caught. I absolutely love daring.

Then there was the time where I had an experience with a younger boy cousin of mine. He was four years younger than me, and it just kind of happened. I don't remember how it came up, but we were in an old abandoned house that was all overgrown close to where they lived. We were exploring, and somehow the topic came up of taking clothes off. I ended up agreeing to take my clothes off if he would, and we both did. That was a very powerful experience for me, because it became obvious that my body had a very big affect on him.

He couldn't take his eyes off of me, and I noticed that big time! His excitement and pleasure was so obvious. I felt very strange and awesome being naked like that in front of him. For the first time I think I began to get a sense of what my body could do to someone. I couldn't help but notice the wonder in his eyes, and it thrilled me. I was the object of his complete attention. That feeling was new to me, and I liked it a lot. From that day on; even though it never happened again, I masturbate to the memories. I love them. I love remembering how his naked body looked and how he looked at me.

I love to think of this. When I was taking his clothes off of him (I had already taken my clothes off and he had agreed to join me); when he still only had his shorts left, his little penis was pushing the material straight out. I remember that when taking the his shorts down the elastic pulled his penis down hard till it sprang out and stood out straight and hard. I finally had him completely naked with me and I had a very powerful feeling come over me. I can still see it like it was yesterday how his body looked all naked, with his penis moving up and down slightly from his heart beat. Funny thing: I remember putting my two hands up on his chest to feel his heart beat while looking down at his penis move.

He let me touch it, and I let him touch me, and I mean that freaking day was just the coolest ever. It was my first time with a guy. I remember just taking him in, and I knew he was drinking me in. Taking all my clothes off in front of him was exhilarating and amazing to me. I ended up playing with myself very openly and cumming in front of him and then explaining to him what was happening. I also had him touch himself with me. I helped his hand, and then laid back and pleasured myself as we watched each other. I saw him have his first orgasm. I taught him. These are my most favorite memories. For once in my life it was like everything was completely open and unashamed. I am not sure why it never happened again.

Then, when I was in seventh grade, I made friends with two girls. Between that experience with my cousin and getting to know these two girls a couple of years later, nothing happened with me except private masturbation. But when I met these two girls, we began to talk about sexual things, and I was still so shy and private about it that I played dumb kind of. But they were both rather open and they drew me into their interest. In our talk and actions, I finally realized that they were interested in girls also. They would notice another girl and make desirous comments under their breath about her. I soon became a little more comfortable showing my interests with them. Then finally; and I don't really remember exactly how this came up, we decided that it would be fun to make a sex pact with ourselves. When we took tests, the one that got the highest score would get to be the leader and have the other two of us do what they wanted. You can figure out where that went. We eventually began to have rather open sex between us when we could. The amazing thing is, my parents never suspected that things could happen between girls, especially their girl!! It lasted till our eighth grad year when they both moved away. I still miss them deeply.

I have been naked with them in the woods, when we took our clothes off and then dared each other to see how far we dared to walk away from our clothes. We have laid on a blanket in the middle of a grassy field of tall grass and enjoyed open and shameless masturbation and each other's bodies in the warm sun. I have stripped naked with them for a passing freight train, and seen the train engineer lean way out of his window and yell in appreciation. One of the girl's name is Alex, and we all agreed to give her little brother a visual birthday gift. We all took our clothes off in front of him. No sex. No masturbation. No touching. Just three naked girls promising to stay naked for a whole thirty minutes. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! It was fun. He wanted to take his clothes off in the worst kind of way, but we wouldn't let him. I have often wondered what she and her brother did when they were alone. She always said nothing ever happened.

Believe it or not, it wasn't until I was maybe fifteen that my Mom first tried to tell me about anything sexual. She bought a couple of books and told me if I had any questions, I could ask. I was never allowed to be too close to guys, but by then I was already having oral sex with girls they never suspected. My Mom actually took me out to eat one time for a "girls night out", and she used that time to talk to me about sexual stuff. It came up that night about touching one's self, and she told me that it was not clean or right, and that I needed above all else to keep myself pure from such things. I didn't say much. She just talked. She would die if she knew. I played "dumb" and innocent. The older I got, the more "concerned" she became that I remain pure. She would often ask, "Honey, is everything ok?" For some reason that is the question that came to be understood as making sure I was still pure. The appropriate answer was , "Mom, everything is great. I am fine."

I wasn't allowed to date alone until I moved away from home, which was when I was nineteen. I could date then only because I was far enough away they couldn't stop me. That was two years ago.

Not long ago I dared to consider a job as a stripper. It has always been a fantasy. I am finally out on my own and I wanted to try living and experience life my way for once. I don't know why I am so drawn to this stuff, but I am. The thought of it and going in and actually applying was very exciting. I was asked to strip naked for the guy that interviewed me. We were in his office, and I could hear the music through the walls and his office door was wide open with people walking by. For some reason the thought of taking my clothes off for the interview had not occurred to me. I did as I was told, but I think it was too much for me. It caught me off guard. I didn't know what I was feeling. Nervous for sure!! But I could hardly breath when I was taking my clothes off in front of him. I felt like I was going to faint. He seemed to understand and told me many girls were nervous at first. He gave me the job, but when I got outside, I threw up. I felt really stupid.

I never went back, but I met a guy that I liked and I decided to give away my virginity to him. It was a stupid thing to do. He didn't really care, and it wasn't that cool. I felt terribly guilty afterwards, and I find that I am more attracted to girls than I am guys even though guys still turn me on sometimes. I just have a hard time relating to them because I just remember my Dad and how he controlled everything and my Mom and me and guys push so hard sometimes. I don't like it.

You know what I do? I masturbate. All of the time. I love my body. I dress sexually and go to town. I wear sun dresses with nothing underneath and let people see me sometimes: Shoe salesmen maybe, or a teen age kid at Taco Bell. I wait till he or she is looking and then part my legs carelessly getting up to get something. I stand in the mall entrance at times in nothing but a thin sun dress knowing that the Sun is shining right through the material. I have seen that before with other women and it excites the heck out of me!! I started doing it myself. It is best when I know someone is noticing.

I sometimes undress in front of my windows, and then go to bed and frig my body silly. My favorite fantasy is the memories with my cousin. I taught him about girls and about himself. I watched his first orgasm. I saw into the eyes of a boy having his first orgasm. I saw the whole thing. I enjoyed his awe with him; his discovery, his amazement. I remember my own discoveries and play: I slowly play. Just me and my fingers and my thoughts. There is nothing better. This is my story. Deanna.

Heather

I enjoy sleepy sex. I have always liked to pretend to be unconscious, e.g. pretending to faint or being knocked out. I get very aroused going limp and having someone pick me up and carry me. It started when I was very young, about seven, and my brother would "knock" me out (a very weak blow to the head) and then carry me. We would play these games when alone, and they continued into our teens. We both got aroused but would never do anything inappropriate. However, one night we went over the line. I was 15, and he was two years older. A warm summer night, he was watching TV in the living room and I was in the back of the house reading and watching some tv in my room. We were home alone, and I began to fantasize about being knocked out and carried away and becoming very aroused. I considered masturbating,but decided to see if he wanted to "play" and act out this fantasy. I was wearing a very short summer dress (he always said I had the best legs of any girl in town} and went out to the living room and sat right in front of him so he could not see the TV. He could see I was in a "playful" mood, and I refused to move. I kept saying "make me" when he said get out of the way. He put his hands around my neck and pretended to choke me, and of course this was my cue to go limp in his arms. He let me lie there for a minute or so and continued to watch TV. My body was across his lap, and when I felt he was getting an erection I knew he was getting turned on and it increased my state of arousal. My dress had hiked up exposing my underwear and he slowly touched my thigh and moved his hand up and down my leg. He then gently picked up my limp body and carried me down the hall to my bedroom. He gently placed me on the bed, and I let my legs fall apart as he let go. At this point I wanted him to touch me, and I think he had to know it. He slipped his hand under my panties and began masturbating me. Then he leaned over and gently kissed me, and I tried to remain "out" but it became impossible--I responded. We ended up sleeping together that night, and I still get wet just thinking about it these many years later.

Anonymous

About a year ago, when I was 17, I lost my virginity to my boyfriend. I had been feeling the need to experience sex for a while and almost made the mistake of doing it with someone who did not care about me. I'm glad I waited. However, like many girls, my first wasn't that pleasant. or my second time, or third or fourth or firth or sixt, etc. Every time we had sex it hurt. It extremely hurt. For a while I felt that since I started having sex with my boyfreind I couldn't just take it away from him so I continued on like this for a couple months. Sometimes i'd cry after sex. I tried to hide it from my boyfriend but on New Years Eve we went out and partied, drank, and tried to have sex. I couldn't take it anymore and started crying a lot, right in the middle of sex. It shocked my boyfriend. He calmed me down, let me sleep, and the next day we had a serious talk. We continued to try to have sex but only when I felt comfortable, and slowly. One night we spent the night together (I know it's a cliche but it was on prom night) and for once had sex with minimal discomfort. I still have many problems with certain sexual positions but because I waited for the right man who cares about me, we were able to experiment with what I was comfortable with instead of forcing sex on me. A couple months after that I experienced my first orgasm due to sex [intercourse] (not oral or fingers). It was the best orgasm of my life and I can't wait to have one again. It hasn't happened again, yet, but we're working on it.

Elizabeth - Age 54

Hi, my name is Elizabeth, and I am now 54. I have been masturbating for many years - since I discovered "tingly" feelings washing myself when I was about 6. We were on holidays at the beach, and we had been swimming in the surf, and my older cousin (female) told me to make sure I washed all the sand out of all my cracks. From then on I washed all my cracks vigorously at every opportunity. I can remember getting into quite bitchy moods when my mother, father or brother would come into the bathroom when I was in there because it was stealing my private time.

Move forward some years - when I was going to university I became quite confused because I was leading several lives. I was having vaginal sex with two different boys, anal sex with a boy who seemed to have gay tendencies (or so he acted) and the best sex of all with quite a number of female friends. I say the best sex because it always started with masturbation, either self or with a couple of us in the 69 position, and it seemed to me then, and still seems that way today, that females are far more in tune with how to turn a female on. The best time ever (and I still use it as a very strong horny memory when "going solo") was when there was 8 or 9 of us females all naked and just swapping around randomly. It was not the sort of sexual frenzy I had experienced when having group sex with a number of females and males together because men just seem to have a driven need to complete the rooting act to be able to deposit their seed. Probably some sort of primeval need out of needing to breed to continue the species! It was at my last university year, and we had some wine and lots of creams and stuff. We had planned this "beauty" night for weeks, and deep down we were probably all full knowing (and hoping) that it would lead somewhere else. From memory it started with Truth or Dare, and next thing you know we were all naked (did not take much). Myself and another girl (who I still see today, and have some hot sessions with, even now) started mutually masturbating, and all of the others were involved within five or so minutes. The two of us kept stopping so as not to cum too soon, and get the others involved. It ended up with us forming a circle with one girl on her knees with her thighs straddling an upturned mouth - that girl would be on her back, with her legs wide apart and the next girl on her knees with her face buried between those legs. I have heard of male homosexual daisy chains, and this was the female version of it. Hands were then caressing other girls breasts, or finding a clitoris that needed help because the mouth had strayed to kiss and suck some nipples of yet another female. The whole mass of bodies was in constant squirming motion, but not frantically. We all seemed to sense who was close to orgasm, and would back off a little so as not to have one cum too early. I experienced absolutely fantastic pleasures you could never dream of or imagine unless you physically were involved. I had tongues thrust deep into my vagina, had my anus kissed, licked, sucked and penetrated by tongue (my anus was fairly used to stimulation, probably dating back to my vigorous washing of all my cracks!) and I even had one of my lovers that night get her whole hand inserted into my vagina. It seemed like an hour had passed and finally one of the girls could not take it any more and she violently climaxed, which was like a signal for all of us. There was moaning and groaning and screaming and shuddering and even hysterical crying for a bit - and it was the very best sexual experience of my whole life , even up till now. We lay together for ages, comforting each other and especially the two girls who were crying. It was intuitively important to us all to support and love all our "sisters", which is something I have not found men able to do (love and support, I mean) in that afterglow of sex. A couple of us became quite horny after a bit of lying there, and I had another orgasm shortly (probably a 6 or 7 on a scale of 1-10, while the orgasm from the full on group event was definitely an 11 on the 1-10 scale) just kissing and having my nipples sucked and my whole body stroked, with no actual focus on my clitoris. I think my body was so incredibly turned on that I would have cum if I had stepped into a Jacuzzi or something like that.

I guess I was really fortunate to grow up through the sixties when all the sexual shackles of past generations were challenged and cast aside - we rebelled totally, and probably that rebelliousness had us go further forward with our sexual experimentation that has ever happened before, or may ever happen again, for that matter. And I would not trade all my learning for millions of dollars - every one of my experiences has woven another thread into my tapestry of my life. I do not regret one thing I have done or experienced.

LuEllen

I read where Deana - age 21 wrote that she had flashed a shoe salesman. Well, that's what I have been doing too.

I'm 25 and seem to be hornier than I was in the past, along with always being a bit of an exabitionist. Last summer I started playing a little game on Mondays, my day off work. I would go shoe shopping with a short skirt on and flash the sales girl. I never flashed a male clerk. I don't know if I feel safer flashing a woman or maybe I think it isn't cheating on my husband. The first couple times I flashed my panties and then I adventured to doing it without panties on. The reactions I got were interesting, some would look away embarrassed and some would take a good glance at my pussy. Later when I got home I would have a real good masturbation session while thinking about the naughty thing I had just done.

Then one day when I had to pick up something for my husband, I walked past a shoe store I hadn't been to before. I noticed a quite attractive woman in her mid thirties helping a customer. Luckly I had a skirt on that day but I also had panties on, so I went back to my car and got my panties off. Then I watched till there there were no customers in the store and I went in. I pointed out some shoes I would like to try on. I began my shifting around like I was now experianced at to get my thrill at flashing. As I tried different shoes she started positioning herself to get a view of what I think is my pretty pussy. At one point our eyes met during our little dance and we both smiled knowing what we were doing. I was so hot over it I just hiked my dress a little more and spread my legs giving her a full view. This caused a look of sex to come over her face and to my surprise she ran her hand up the inside of my leg. As she was saying that she had never done anything like this before, she didn't hesitate to go straight to touch my pussy lips. I felt her finger penetrate me a little bit and then up to my clit. Her caress was the most pleasureable that I had ever been felt up. Much different than the men in my life that had poked and rubbed on me. I realized that a woman who masturbates herself knows best how to treat a clitoris. My teaseing had actually got me more than I had planned on. Moments later a couple of ladies walked in the store. Her hand darted back and I sat up. I purchased the shoes and left. All the way home I was working my clit fantasizing it was her finger. When I got home I called the store and told her I was masturbating my wet pussy with only the shoes on I had just bought. There must have been customers in the store because she was talking in code, like saying she injoyed helping me and to come back sometime. My next day off I was outside her store waiting untill it was clear of customers. When I went in she invited me back in the storage room where there was a lounge area. The first thing we did was kiss. I had never kissed a woman with passion like that, with our breasts pushed togeather. Her hand went right up my skirt to my bare pussy and I was feeling her's through the front of her pants.We were stopped by a buzzer signaling a customer had come in the front, so she went up to help them. I was so turned on that I got completely undressed and laid back on a couch there and played with myself. Every time she would come to the back to get a box of shoes she would do something to me, like suck my nipples or lick my pussy. I think that her useing her tongue on my clit was the best sexual experiance I have ever had. She licked it like I would lick it if I could reach it. At a point when there weren't customers, she took off her pants and I licked and sucked her for my first experiance. I'm sure this was the first time either of us has done something with a woman. About a dozen times over the past few months I have been at her store doing this with her. I love having sex with my husband but this little adventure I'm having with her is really thrilling.

Anonymous - Age 15

I've masturbated for about 3 years now and love it! I use the removable shower heads, tub faucets, pool jets and my fingers but I only stimulate my clitoris. I've tried my G-spot but I don't really enjoy it much.

A few months ago I was playing truth and dare with my best friend. I came up with the brilliant idea of kissing each other once for a double dare. It turned into more than one ...actually many in a few different intervals. I'm not a lesbian and I hate the idea even of that but this experience was incredible. We were laying on my bed at my sleep over that night and we started making out because we had decided that all of our kissing was practice for boys. I was on top of her and we were naked because we both liked the feeling of sleeping naked but there was a thin sheet between us. I was all into it although there was no tongue involved. I started humping her moving up further and further on her body. I started to come and we stopped kissing because it was getting awkward. To this day I wish she had been into it as much as I was and we could have masturbated together although she didn't know what masturbation was. I feel like getting on top of her right now and doing it all over again although we haven't spoken of it since. I think I might bring it up and see if she wants to do it again since I know its not sex and there's nothing wrong with experimenting.

Anonymous

Long time ago, when I was a teenager, I was very much afraid of men. Every time my classmates lectured and write fun things about their boyfriends in class I would not make any comment. I would just laugh when they bring up sexual conversation. My friends would tell me that I would one day drop and pass out if I do not get rid of the excess female hormones in me. This continued for a while until I fled into exile. Then I met a guy who used to be very nice to me and my family. He continue visiting our house and helping my family. He approached me and we felt in love. He and I used to go places, hanged out have fun visit each other but could not come close together sexually. I was always afraid to have sex. One day he told me that we should have some quiet time together. I kept wondering what he meant by "quiet time". Finally we went into his room lecturing and having conversation from one thing to another and lastly he asked me to undress myself so we can have sex. This was my very first experience and I was scared to death. I was shivering and trembling and sweating. I refused to take off my clothes. He grasped my skirts and took it off. But he could not remove my pantie. I refused to take of my pantie. We fought and fought for a long time. However, as a woman, I could not over power him. He finally managed to take off my under draw. To be frank. It was a war. When he managed to penetrate. and I finally lost my virginity to him. It was not a fun at all; but I was grateful that I lastly knew about men. From that on we both had sex freely and it was a whole lot enjoyable. Wanting to experiment different style, we decided to have an anus sex. That was not a fun at all. From that point I refused to have any anus sex. We both still long together and had a beautiful baby girl. He left for another country and I was fortunate to migrate to the united States and met another romantic guy who I am now engaged to. The end.

The use of force is inappropriate, illegal, and considered to be a sexual assault.

Rosie

I always viewed my virginity as something to be liberated from, rather than something to 'lose' or 'give' to another person. Then again, I've been lucky enough to never be even remotely ashamed of my sexuality.

My first sexual experience was extremely pleasurable, and I think my years of masturbation and self-exploration is the reason why. I'd masturbated for years, and bought myself vibrators, dildos, etc. to do it with. I learned what I liked and what was comfortable, and I fully stretched out my hymen. Both of these things made my first time with sexual intercourse extremely enjoyable.

I also had a generous, caring lover who worked with me to find what I liked and what was comfortable. Once we got going I discovered I'm one of the 27% of women who can experience vaginal orgasm.

I didn't attach any importance to my hymen-- I think virginity is "spiritual rather than physical" and that made my first time a truly mind-blowing experience. I'd recommend lots of masturbation and self-penetration to anyone worried about making their first time a good one!

RaeLynn

I hear a lot of woman talk/complain about how their "first time" with a man was painful or a 'hurry up and get this over with so I don't have to admit to being a virgin any more'. I think that's unfortunate. I dabbled with masturbation during my teen years, and picked someone I really felt a connection with when I finally did have sex (not some random guy to go ahead and 'get it over with'). No, I didn't orgasm the first time we had intercourse, but I didn't feel badly about that! As new partners, it took us some time to learn how to fully pleasure each other, but I don't think either of us minded the experimentation and practice! I grew up in a strict military home, and my mother was very religious, so the topic of sex as anything other than procreation was never mentioned. When I first discovered masturbation, it was a guilty pleasure that I kept secret from all but a few close friends (who had their own sexual secrets to keep). Once I moved out on my own, I began to teach myself to enjoy my sexuality; anything from walking around my apartment in the nude, to buying a vibrator for a little extra personal fun. Stepping out on my own 'sexual journey' has made me more open-minded with my fiance's "sack session" ideas, and has also made me appreciate my body, and the pleasure it is capable of giving both me, and my soon-to-be husband! I hope everyone can be as comfortable with their sexuality as I have learned to be! And, by the way, I think this website is a wonderful environment for taking that first step on the self-discovery road! Keep it up!

Harry Potter Girl

I am 22 years old and have only had one sexual experience in my entire life. When I was around 7 years old I remember one of my friends, Lisa, reaching her head down to kiss my vulva during play. I wish I could say I received pleasure from this. But I did not. Soon after her grandfather came over and she left the house. Just one interlude that I can remember. But it has caused confusion for me all these years later.

I've asked myself, am I still really a virgin because Lisa kissed my privates? Can I really say that I've never been "sexually active" before? The truth is that I've never had another sexual experience with another person at all. I've never even been kissed before! Never held hands. Never dated or had a boyfriend. In high school I was fat and had a very protective mother who wouldn't let me date until the last part of senior year in high school. When I was 18 years old.

I feel like such a loser sometimes. Like no guy in his right mind would believe my "lack of experience." Than again, I've looked at myself as a virgin for so long that it's become very ingrained into my identity. I don't feel very pretty or attractive. And, even though its wrong, I tell myself that even though I'm not pretty I can give a guy something those other girls can't...My first time with a guy. But what will I have if I give that away? Than I'll just go back to being the chubby, glasses wearing girl who just happens to have had sex.

It scares me.

Rtan

I was 17 when my boyfriend 18 and I have been seeing each other for a few months. He was the first guy who kissed me more than 2 weeks ago after we had gone to a concert. He was the first one to touch my breast and kissed my nipple a week after that. It felt good. I love the way he love my body and the way he sucked and licked my pink virgin hard nipples, I could feel how much he love me. It felt good that cozy afternoon. His penis was the first that I have touch and masturbated, it felt strange at first but then it felt like the best work of art ever And his cum was the first cum that I had seen spurting out of a penis, he came so hard that it shoot right into my face.

After all those things that we have done, He asked me one morning if I was ever aroused at what he was doing to me, but I couldn't tell if I was or not coz I didn't know if I was or not, but all I know was that it felt good. He thought that he'd like to make me feel good. We were in his car that morning. there he kissed me.. I was in heaven again....he hugged me tight and slowly slid his tongue into my mouth and played with my tongue. He sucked my tongue and played with it, I then played with his and start sucking his tongue too. I was surprise how good it felt coz the first and last time we did kissed, I remember I was just still trying to feel what he was doing and with my eyes open and looking at his closed eyes and his handsome face. I was just not kissing back. He told me it's a French kiss.
He reached into the side of the car seat and lifted the lever to recline the back so I can lie down. I was at a point of shock by this time... is it really gonna happen? He came real close to me and he kissed me softly, and then harder and more passionately. He made his way to my breasts.. i loved it.. it felt soo good. He slid his hands up my shirt and took off my bra..... his hands were fondling my breasts.. my nipples were hard as my excitement grew ... he rubbed my nipples and pinched them slightly as if he was rolling raisin with his fingers . He started licking my breast and held my nipple between his lips and nibble on them .. mmm i didn't notice I was getting wet down there. He then asked me if he can touch me, and I thought to myself, where? And realized he meant to touch my untouched 17 year old virgin pussy. I looked at him and hesitantly nodded but was a little bit excited. He then slowly placed his hand on my knees and slowly caressed it way up my legs. He lifted my skirt and put his hand between my legs and touched me thru my pink silk panties.. I felt moisture between my legs and I was confused because I didn't have to pee. he started rubbing my pussy with his fingers and focused on my clit outside my panties, it was the first time someone has ever touched me down there... he rubbed it so gently.. i couldn't help but let out a deep moan as I looked into his dark brown eyes. He rubbed harder and ahhhh..and .uhmmm was all I could utter. I loooved it. ahhhhh. he then spread my legs wider and slowly tried to slid his fingers underside my panties to touch me, I held his hand and stopped him as I was afraid what he'll do. He hesitantly stopped and started rubbing my pussy from the outside of my now very wet panties again. It felt so good and I don't know what to do, should I just hug him or just stay still? But I couldn't stand the way he was touching me that I just have to hug him tight. I could feel him trying again to slip his fingers into my panties. I closed my legs so that he couldn't. He stopped and continued what he was doing before......outside my panties. After a while I whispered in his ears that I couldn't stand with what he is doing to me. He told me to just hug him tightly and just let go of it. Which I did and it felt sooo good. He spread my legs once again and started to rub my pussy harder this time that I felt like something was about to come out of me, I could feel the warmth of my body and chilling cold intensify and all I could do was hug him tighter and tighter. My whole body quivered as he slowly slide his finger once again into my panties. My body just responded and I opened my legs wider as he touched my bare virgin pussy for the very first time.. a place no one had ever touched. And I never felt so good in my entire life. He slowly flipped and rubs my clit from side to side with his fingers. I couldn't believe that my bare pussy is now being touch and fingered by a man. He continued to rub my clit by making a circular motion as my clit got harder and harder. It really felt good. He continued kissing me all those time and then slowly licked my ears then down to my neck and started licking his way even further down to my breast and sucked my now very hard nipples. I could feel both the sensation between my legs and in my nipple. After a while, I couldn't believe what he did, he spread my legs wide and lifted left leg, bends down his head and place it behind his neck. he went down and started kissing my thigh and slowly worked his way up between my legs and slowly licking his way up to my now very hot wet virgin pussy, I was now very wide open for him. And I think he liked what he saw, my pink gorgeous wet pussy and my hard erect glistening clit for the 1st time staring right in his handsome face. Wild and wet I could feel his very hot tongue touched my clit as he started licking my very wet pussy, my body started to get warm again. By now, I could feel the heat inside of me slowly building up to intensity. He started sucking my clit and licked the tip of it, then he spread my pussy lips apart with his fingers and..ooooh my gosh... I didn't know if it was my first orgasm or not but my body got so warm. As he sucked my clit and stretched his tongue and slid it inside of me and slowly pushed it inside my tight virgin pussy hole and suck and slurp the juice that came out of me so hard I couldn't hold still, I trust my pussy harder into his face and I wanted to scream from pleasure.. but I couldn't .... but did let out a soft deeeep mooooan...and ..ahhhhh! it was like the best sensation that had gone through my body.. He licked every drop of my sweet pussy juice. We hugged and kissed again inside his car til it was time for me to go back to my dorm. I remember I was so afraid that night. A part of me was happy and delighted and a part of me was wondering coz I didn't understand what happened.

Anonymous

I had a very frightening type of sexual "experience" when I was around 20 years old.

I was out walking around the neighborhood one day and had stopped to look at the neighborhood pool when I noticed this young boy walking towards me from across the street. He was a cute blond haired kid, maybe around twelve or so. I thought he was going to keep on walking but instead came right up to me and started to talk. In much the same way any boy would if he was trying to "chat a girl up." I was shocked. I'm not very pretty and only one guy has ever tried to flirt with me before. Having an attractive looking guy (of any age) talk to me has never really happened to me before.

As horrible as it might sound I couldn't help but to be flattered and excited about the whole thing. Even if the boy WAS twelve. But I also felt kind of sick and certainly freaked out as well. What was going on with me? How sick am I? I don't know. I remember rushing away from the boy as fast as I could. (I'm sure I hurt the little guys feelings) But I just felt sooo weird out.

Looking back on the day, I still feel weird. Have other women had my type of experience? I don't know.

Sometimes it seems like EVERYTHING sexually excites me. I certainly don't like or enjoy it. It's more of a curse than anything else. Sometimes I'd rather be dead than me. I feel like such a freak.

This woman feels guilty for an experience that is relatively innocent. She simply liked the attention of a young man/boy, something she isn't accustomed to, and as a result any attention may have a significant affect on her. Since she did not act on her feelings she did nothing wrong. Many women experience sexual thoughts and feelings that others may feel is inappropriate. Sometimes, the simple fact that they are taboo makes it even more arousing and enticing.