The Female Sexual Experience: Shared Sexual Histories and Experiences Vol. 6

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.

Olivia - Age 17

My boyfriend and I are absolutely in love. As children, we'd both been subjected to taunts and bullying reguarding our looks. As .. partial adults, I've accepted my beautiful womanly body whilst he's accepted that a voluptious woman needs a strapping man to accompany her (none of this "weedy" stuff for me, thanks! hehe.)

I've always been quite shy of my body - standing out front of my mirror looking at my body, wishing things were here or there or not there :P ... my favourite was staring at my boobs, one which seemed to be a little bigger then the other, and trying to mush my favourite little roll of flub up, to make my boobs look even. It never worked.

Needless to say, when it was time for my boyfriend and I to become intimate, it was a shy affair. Shy, and awkward. Both being virgins, our first ... encounter didn't last long. We were at a friends house, soon after I met him, and we decided to have a little bit of a kiss. Well... a kiss then led to my hand on his leg (secretly pressed against his ... well..) and I was taken aback to how firm it was. So, naturally, my hands went a' wanderin' and I gave him my first handjob. Scary, a little overwhelming, but as we got into it, and we relaxed, I found myself having a bit of fun!! All I can remember saying was "Wow, cum is warm?" and he laughed a little.

A few weeks later, again, we were on my lounge after my parents had dissapeared, watching a movie. We kissed, I looked into his eyes, yadda yadda yadda *sarcastic hand movements*. During our hot make out session, I felt a cold hand swifly move down into my undies. "Nuh Uh" I thought to myself, and his hand sat there, playing with my pubes, and I blushed. I remember thinking "I should have shaved or something". I wanted to let him explore further, but I was too shy. I softly took his hands out of my pants, and kept on with the kissing.

A few weeks after that we were at his house, in his bed (it's funny how girls parents are strict with the "no sleeping in the same bed" law.) After a cute cuddling session in bed, I decided it was time for me to become a little daring. No wait, ALOT daring. I turned off the light, and stripped down to my bra and underwear (ooh laa laa, I know). My heart was beating so hard I thought I was going to pass out and die. He stood up, held me, and I proceeded to take off my bra. I held my breath as I was doing it, taking my bra off slowly so If he didn't like my body, I could snap it back on. Pfft, how stupid. I lay on his bed, and he got ontop of me, in HIS underwear. As we kissed, I could feel his hard cock rubbing up and down on my (now soaked) panties. He kissed my breasts, one at a time, fumbling a little, but regaining his composure (something I found adorable, and I still do. Down, down, down he went, until he kissed just below my belly button. I prayed he'd pull my panties off me, but at the same time I was mortified that I don't shave or anything. Slowly, he took my panties off me. I blushed - he smiled! I was shocked! He liked this? (Hey, it's my choice). He layed on the bed, infront of my now saturated pussy, and I felt his tongue dart in and out. I jumped a little. Slowly he licked up and down, upp, and back down, my clit poking out of my little lips, I never knew it could do that! I could see as he licked he was rubbing his cock against the mattress. Yep, It was time.

So I'm laying there, completely naked. I could see the little gaps between the blinds letting some moonlight in. That was too much light for my comfort. I saw him climb ontop of me, naked as well. For a moment, we both looked at eachother, and I could see something more.. behind our need to have sex with eachother. We needed for someone to accept our bodies, for once. I reached up, and whispered how handsome he looked, and he told me he loved my body. I almost cried, but that would have beeen a little awkward as we were on the verge of having sex. He slid his cock just on the entrance of my kitty. "Oh lorddd" I was thinking. "What if I don't have an orgasm!". As he pushed, I felt a little bit of pain (not heaps, but enough for a little whimper) and a slight "popping" sensation inside me (much like if you lick your finger, and make a tight fist with your other hand, and slide the finger into the fist). He was in. We both paused for a moment, he needed to regain a little bit of composure and I needed to check in with reality. Then the thrusting began. Yes, for a girl braught up by music, I realised I had no rhythm. I was thrusting and bouncing all over the place, and once or twice we both thrusted awkwardly and he fell out of me, only to thrust back up hitting my clit (not that I was complaining, but I did like his confused look as he figured out why I didn't feel as tight). Anyway, 10 minutes later, he came. I wasn't dissapointed that I didn't.. I knew I wouldn't. But that wasn't the satisfaction I wanted. He lay ontop of me, and I cradled him. Then I heard a little whimper, and he was crying. Then my waterworks came... If this was a porno, It would have been mighty confusing.

The morning after wasn't awkward. We got up, naked as the day we were born, and I forgot that he was looking at me in broad daylight. And I didn't even care! I stood there before him, bush and all, and gave him the biggest smile ever.

Nowdays, our sex life is great. I've learned to appreciate my body, and he's learned to appreciate his. Our relationship is awesome, I wouldn't trade it for the world :) To find someone who appreciates you and your body is a gift that's rare to recieve.

Olivia (17)

Jane - Age 45

I am 45 years old and have been happily married for 12 years. Although, my sex life with my husband is good and he makes my cum in ways I have never with any other man, I still fantasize about a weekend I spent with a lonely sailor in a hotel room when I was 24. I drove three hours to meet him for the weekend after only knowing him for a few days. We started kissing immediately when I showed up at his hotel. I admitted that I was nervous and anxious because I had never met up with a strange man like this before. He was 3 years younger than me and very shy too. He told me that he couldn't believe that someone hadn't scooped me up. He couldn't keep his eyes off me. After some nervousness and hesitation on my part, I found myself unable to control myself. I made the first move and dove on him. I began kissing his neck, sucking and biting on his ear lobe, squeezing his biceps and then undid his buckle on his belt. To this day I remember the feel of that belt as it slid between my fingers. My hand brushed up against the sizable bulge in his pants. (It was a huge bulge that I felt immediately when we first hugged that day. His face turned beet red when he pressed up against me because he knew I had felt it.) I unzipped his jeans and out sprang his huge, hard cock. I knew that I had come to the right place and had to have it right away in my pussy which I admit had become wet as soon as I walked through the door that day. He plunged his rock hard member into me, I remember rocking back and meeting that cock with fervor. He told me that he might cum really fast because it had been awhile since he had fucked anyone, but if he made it before I did that he'd be ready to go pretty quick. Sure enough he shuddered on top of me looking sexier and hotter than any man I had ever seen.Instead of being disappointed I was horny and happily anticipating the next round with that stiff cock of his inside me. The next wave came a few minutes later. My legs were up in the air high so that I could feel every last inch of his rod. His balls were so big that they'd slap my anus and pussy region which was a huge turn-on that made me cum again and again. We fucked for several hours, stopping to eat once. I rode him hard which he loved. The first time I mounted him, he snuck a peak at my pussy and came immediately. He was an appreciative fuck that is for sure! You name it, we did it. I sucked that big cock until my mouth was sore. He licked my hungry clit for what seemed like forever until I screamed. At first he didn't pay attention to my tits, but I love my nips being sucked so I made sure he knew that. I have large breasts and was surprised that he ignored them for so long because most men dove all over them the first chance they got. When I rode him I put his hands on my hips and shoved my tits in his face so that he would suck and rub them. Nothing makes me cum easier than having my tits licked. My nipples are so sensitive I just think about them being licked and I can practically orgasm. So, I told him to nibble them too. He got the picture. We said goodbye three days later promising to write and talk on the phone. His cock was sore and so was my cunt. We talked continually for months until I moved to England and he went to serve during the first Gulf War before leaving the service later that year and moving back to his hometown. We even had great phone sex. I have to admit I still fantasize about his cock. It was one in a million. I didn't fuck anyone for months after having him. I just couldn't find anyone that turned me on. I swear he spoiled me, but thankfully I married a man who fucks me as hard if not harder. To this day I bet he thinks of me and smiles. I know I smile when I think about him and his hard dick that wouldn't stop. He's probably making some woman very happy...maybe even at this very moment....just the thought of that makes me hot and its been 20 darn years since I made it with him. Memories.....

Dinah - Age 24

Hi there, I wasn't sure if I should try to post but I've thought about it for a while and I suppose I should. My name is Dinah, I'm 24 now and my thing is, well. I like socks. Weird huh? I've had a thing for them ever since I was like three I guess but I'm not entirely sure where it came from. I remember that I liked the way they looked, especially if they had thick ribs, or interesting textures or patterns. I even found that I liked the smell and the discoloration that occurs from being worn and dirty.

My mom always wore interesting socks. When I could, I would steal used ones that were left in her shoes or on the floor, sometimes I'd sneak into the laundry basket. I remember getting caught with them on more than one occasion and she was never happy to find that I was using them for, I guess I could say, pleasure - but when you're that little its not exactly pleasure. more like an enchanting tickle.

The sensation on my vulva was always nice and even nicer when I would get moist. Eventually I started inserting them with my fingers. The way I do it is - I use the sock by putting my fingers inside it and inserting it toe first, and working my way getting as much as I can inside me. If I do it this way, the sock will stay open enough so that I can use my fingers or a toy. If I get wet enough, the inside of the sock will get wet, allowing things to slide easily inside. I like the sensation from my fingers rubbing the inside of the sock against the inside if my vagina. The presence of the sock is also nice when I contract my vaginal muscles. I found this to work well if I wanted to masturbate without using my hands.

The part of the sock that hangs out of me, I fold around my vulva so it hugs nicely against me. This works great for massaging my outer parts like my clit and feels especially nice when wearing tight panties. I don't like vibrations much - they feel great - its just the buzzing makes me go numb after a few minutes but I like my dildo which seems to work better with the sock than the an actual penis does.

When I was about thirteen my mom grounded me after catching me with a sock inside me before school one morning. The previous night she caught me masturbating, and although that activity was never a stigmata growing up, my mother hated the idea that I used socks. When she caught me that night I was clearly busted. She asked me if I was using a sock and I just kind of nodded. She took the socks that I was wearing and the one that I as using away. She told me to wear panties to bed, which I don't like and said that if I were caught using socks again that I would be sock-less until I turn 18. I'd have to tough it out with nylons and pantyhose which she knew I hated with a passion.

Before I left for school the next morning I was really horny being only a couple days from my period and I didn't finish my activity from the night before so I inserted a sock - hoping to use my contraction trick which I did and still do often. I stayed in my room listening to music until my friend showed up to walk with me to school. I made quick effort to get out the door and mom asked my friend if he would wait outside for a minute. She confronted me about having a sock where I shouldn't and even said that it was in my best interest to speak the truth or she would reach down and check me. So I looked away with a little head nod. She instructed that I give her the sock and come straight home from school. That was a very uncomfortable day.

When I came home we had a long winded discussion about why I shouldn't be using socks for that purpose, and this was about the 100th speech I've heard by this point. At the end of it I was crying my eyes out because I felt that I had to give up the one thing that made me feel really, really good. Nothing has ever worked quite as well as a sock. A few hours later mom said that if I pass a pelvic exam that she would leave me alone about the socks, but if the doctor said that my body was in a condition unfit for a girl my age that I'd have to choose an alternative. I passed.

My Fiancé and I have recently stated having sex - which is a first for me. I've been avoiding it because I wanted to wait until marriage but after we got engaged I became a little impatient and wanted to know what all the fuss about sex was about. My first time was back in February 08. I have to say that I was a little disappointed in sex. It wasn't all that pleasurable for the first four tries. I am used to my body and orgasm all the time when I am by myself - especially if using socks. But it took a little getting used to having someone else involved.

We recently started using socks during sex. I would recommend that if anyone else decides to try this to use lubricant's. I have been using socks ever since I was little so my body is used to having them in me but if I have sex with one without enough fluid it can really chafe a lot. Once we have enough fluid, it works well for me and I really like it.

I also found that I really enjoy oral both giving and receiving. Especially if a sock is mixed in. My fiancé doesn't like socks as much as I do but he'll let me play around to get my kicks. Also if anyone is curious about using socks, especially ladies, keep in mind that socks leave behind lint, fuzzies, and fibers depending on the materials, be careful with your own bodies. Just FYI - I get frequent pelvic exams about once every three months to keep an eye on my health because I know this isn't exactly the cleanest thing to do. I hope this has been helpful. Good luck and have fun.

Tina's Love Story

I lost my virginity two weeks before my 17th birthday to a sweet boy with only minimum knowledge of sex. He was the first boy I cared for and it was a tender experience, even though I did not reach orgasm. I had such a strong need for love and attention that I ended up having sex with 10 boys/men by the time I was 19, and never reaching orgasm. None of them truly loved me and I ended up lonely, hurt and feeling used after each relationship.

Just a few days after my 19th birthday, I was sitting in my favorite restaurant, which I visited almost daily. This very handsome and very muscular man walked in. He had the sexiest eyes with these long eyelashes. He was dressed in a tank top and sweat pants (in winter). The tank showed off his muscular upper body and the sweats showed off the nicest butt I had ever seen, not to mention a good indication of what was between his muscular legs. He looked like one of those body-builders on TV. Needless to say, I was smitten. He was checking me out, too. I knew I had to meet him but I was already late to get back to work and I wasn’t very bold back then. A waitress friend of mine was on duty that day. I asked if she knew if he was married and she said that she didn’t think so. On my way out, I gave her a note to give to him that said “Call me sometime. I’m the one in pink.” I included my name and telephone numbers. Five minutes after I returned to work, he called me and invited me to meet him after work.

I had promised myself after the last relationship that I would not jump into bed with anyone until I was sure they loved me. Well, on the third date he took me back to his place and since he had a roommate we went to his bedroom to watch TV. He was so caring and affectionate (and a great kisser) without being too aggressive. He told me that he thought he was already falling in love with me. I was falling, too. He gently laid me back onto the bed and looked into my eyes for what seemed like forever. I asked him what he was thinking about and he said “How much I want to make love to you. I don’t mean I want to have sex. I want to really make love to you.” He kissed me so gently at first. He worked his way down my neck. Then he whispered “Can I touch you?” I said “Yes. I want to make love with you, too.”

He started kissing me more passionately and slowly started to undress me. He caressed my breasts and then began to lick and suck on my nipples. I was so aroused. He kissed and licked me all the way down to the top of my panties. He was breathing so heavy and so was I. He told me how awesome he thought my body was. (During all of this he had gotten undressed somehow and I was well pleased.) He gently removed my panties and began kissing my thighs. I tensed up a little because I was thinking “He’s going to lick me down there. No one has ever done that to me before. What do I do?” He sensed my hesitation and in a husky voice said “Just relax. You will love this.” He spread my legs further apart and said “You have a beautiful p----.” Just then he put his mouth on me and started licking and sucking on the outer portion. He was running his hand up my body and caressing my breasts. Suddenly, his tongue found my clit and I almost jumped off of the bed. I had never felt anything like it before. He knew exactly where and what to do even though he had never even touched me without my clothes on. The next thing I knew I was having a full-blown orgasm. Since I had never had one, I wasn’t sure that’s what it was at the time, but I knew I loved it.

He worked his way back up my body and I felt him moving himself up and down the opening of my vagina. I was so wet and so swollen, I was throbbing from belly button to my rear. He was kissing me like I had never been kissed before and then he shoved his big, rock-hard member in me so hard that it took my breath away. He moved in and out of me fast and hard. We both moaned and gasped as the awesome sensations grew more and more intense. Then he started caressing my body, sucking and kissing my breasts again while he was moving himself inside of me slow and easy for a long, wonderful time. He pulled out, turned me over and pulled me onto my knees (a position I hadn’t tried). He shoved himself into me again we moved so hard and fast that we scooted the bed about six feet across the hardwood floor, only slowing down once to let me rest and for him to kiss my back, caress my butt and massage my anus. That was wonderful. When he started back even faster and harder than before, the sensations continued to get stronger and stronger. This time when I came it was even better than the first time. I couldn’t be quiet. I screamed and moaned like I never had before. It was awesome.

When we had finished and he was holding me, he turned me to face him and he said “I know that I love you and I hope you will come to love me. I promise I will make you happy”. We made mad passionate love twice more that night, four times the next day, and twice a day for the next six days. After we had made love on that sixth day, he looked at me in such a way that melted my heart when he kissed me so sweetly and said, “I am insanely in love with you and I never want to be without you. I promise I will always love only you. I will do my very best to take care of you and never do anything intentionally to hurt you. Pleas say you’ll marry me?” I was blown away. All I could do was laugh and cry at the same time. He asked if he could take that as a yes and I finally nodded my head. We made love again and everyday afterwards for a long time. The first time I got brave enough to try using my mouth to pleasure him, I was hooked. I enjoy that very much for myself, but I love the way it makes him feel. He is a very generous lover and I try to be that generous too. We have been together every day now for over twenty years. No matter what life has thrown us, our love for each other and for our children has kept us focused on what’s important in our life. We are still very much in love and our love-making has only gotten better.

Kimberly

As many other women have expressed there thanks, I would like to as well. This site has helped me come to terms with some of the experiences that I have had growing up and has put things in a much different perspective for me.

I started masturbating when I was very young. At the age of 5 or 6, I had made friends with another girl and we would play doctor during our play dates and I remember having fun, but wondering if I was doing something wrong or if it was normal.

Around the age of 10, my male cousin and I started playing doctor. I remember feeling quite quilty about this as well. I had a close female cousin that was the same age as me, and on one of our visits somehow one of our truth or dare sessions led to masturbating eachother.We did this for a couple of years off and on, but she felt particularly guilty, and it soon came to a halt.

During highschool, I was very attracted to guys and lost my virginity when I was 16. I would have parties in my basement every weekend with all my friends and I remember guys daring some of the girls to kiss. Being as outgoing and the life of the party, I was always first to jump at the opportunity.Sometimes I wondered if I was making the other girl uncomfortable or if she was actually enjoying it as much as I was.

In the past few years I have been feeling very confused about my sexuality. I am very happy, for the most part, dating guys, but am very sexually attracted to females. I have been through a very abusive relationship with an older male, and through a domino effect of bad decisions, found myself working as an escort for the last year. It was an emotional rollercoaster for me, that I was able to get through relatively un-scarred. I even started a blog that if you wish you can share with others, it is www.stuckinfantasyland.blogspot.com

I have been with a great man for the last year, that is the perfect boyfriend in many ways. The only problem is, I don't enjoy sex with him and seem to find myself constantly fantisizing about females.

For a long time I was confused about the experiences I had with other children and felt very guilty. After reading this, it has helped so much. I know that Iam not alone, and that I should not feel guilty. Thank you

Rita - Age 62

Hi. I am Rita, aged 62 and been married some 38 years now. Owing to a medical condition I was unable to have my own children despite many attempts. I was brought up in the Catholic faith so much of my sexual experience was limited by the Churches teachings at least until I got married to a man who was a non catholic. However, for most of the time, until I was about 40, sex was pretty normal and usual but I was satisfied and it was different from the forced sex I had had when I was about 16 with a relative - of course I didn't know it then but now know it was rape and it left me with some scarring as a result. It made me wary of men. Whether it was the prospect of the change of life or the fact I hadn't had children I don't know but I took a liking to a married man in my office. I asked him to drive me home after work one evening knowing my husband was working late and I had at least an hour that I could talk to him. We sat outside my house for about 1/2 an hour and I know I was teasing and egging him on to see if he would react. He didn't but I could see that it might be possible to take things further with him if I persisted. For the next few weeks I got him to take me home and used these occasions to tease him mainly about his manhod - a lot. Then one night, when I knew that his wife was away for a few days to see her parents and my husband was on night shift, as we drove home I placed my hand on his thigh and stroked it gently getting ever closer to his crutch, teasing him. I touched where his thing should be and felt that it was interested. I knew he was excited then.

We got to my house and I invited him in for a drink knowing it was unlikely we would get that far. I opened the door, he followed me in, I closed the door and then swung against him kissing him as I did so. Now I am not very tall and he was taller. He didn't seemed phased by the kiss which I thought was nice but I must confess I was a bit shocked at my behaviour at first and wondered if he might turn and leave. In fact he kissed rather tenderly and said that it was just so nice being together and then I felt his hands on my butt and he pushed me against the wall, pushing against me as he did. I felt his hardness against my stomach. I wanted him then. I could feel he was trying to lift my dress at the back and eventually he succeeded and managed to place his hands inside my knickers on my butt cheeks. It felt good and as he pushed against me so I pushed against him which must have given him a signal. I wasn't expecting it to go further than a kiss on the lips and maybe a bit of touching at this stage but I suppose in the heat of the moment things just happen as I felt one hand come out of my knickers while the other edged around the side to the front. His other hand then came up in front of me and I could feel him slowly undoing the buttons of my blouse. So with one hand wandering onto my mons veneris and the other attempting to get inside the cup of my bra things had moved on a pace. I knew we were ok for time but now I was beginning to think what the neighbours might be imagining so I tried to say something but he stiffled the words with kisses and continued his efforts. He managed to get his one hand into my crotch while the other was successfully managing my breast and nipple but at the same time he was trying to get the bra cup below my breast. Next he had his hand out of my knickers and managed to go up my back under the blouse and with a few twists release the clips of my bra. He now stooped to kiss and suck my by now quite stiff nipple. I knew I couldn't back out as it was me that had teased him all along. I think it was at this moment I asked him quietly things like 'alright?' 'ok?' 'how's that for you?' He answered with things like 'you're so lovely' 'I didn't expect this to happen' 'are you ok' 'tell me to stop if you don't want any more' I just said 'shush'. I did want more but wasn't going to tell him.

His hand had gone back to my labia and I could feel him parting the lips to find my clitoris. He was also trying to find my vagina and when he did he was inserting his finger. He commented 'gosh you are nice and wet' and proceeded to spread some of the juices around me and onto my clitoris. Using his finger he gently massaged it in smooth circles with periodic returns to my vagina. While he attended to me I had managed to undo his belt, undo the zip and find the opening in his pants to locate his penis. He felt wonderfully hairy. I had his penis in my hand and gave him gentle rubs knowing that it would end only one way for both of us. I felt him use two fingers inside me, withdraw them and take them to his penis where he spread the juices but I could feel that he was also leaking juices into my hand. He said it was just helping having more juice on him. He went back to manipulating my clitoris and he was kissing me as well. I said quietly I wont be long and he said me too and I thought that this would have to be the moment. I broke away from him and made to lay on the floor but instead he pulled me back to him, managed to pull my knickers down, pull my skirt off me. He then lay me down on the ground on my back, pushing my knickers under my bottom and then went to lie on top of me pushing his penis into my vagina as he came down. He then began to move back and forwards and within a minute I guess it was I felt him come inside me. It was lovely feeling the warm explosions of his sperm inside me and they seemed to go on forever. Finally he stopped and rested and after 2 minutes he started again but somehow he managed to get a finger onto my clitoris. So while he was pushing into me he was stimulating me to the point of craziness. I suppose I was only about 2 minutes coming to the boil and as I was about to "let go" I felt him surge again inside me and together we climaxed. It was magical. When I say the feeling to let go came it was indeed like an explosion and as I enjoyed my moments I could feel the juices seeping from me. When we had finished I was glad afterwards that he had put my knickers under me as they saved a lot of cleaning up, especially as both our juices were leaking from me. We parted after a few minutes of a good kiss and cuddle. He then pulled back and kissed me on the stomach, my pubic hair, inside my thighs and finally on my labia - so tender then with a few words of fondness it was over. It was very tender, loving and I felt loved more than I had for a long time. He returned to kiss my breasts and nipples and to thank me so much for sharing the moment and said he had no regrets for what we had done and I said me neither.

We had many similar times like this for almost 3 years afterwards and I even managed to take him with me on a long weekend with my husband while his wife was visiting her parents. It was nice having him close for a weekend but the only physical contact he and I could have was while my husband went to get the newspaper and while I was having a shower. It was a quick kiss, a touch, and a brief rub leaving us both wanting more.

It was lovely and a great experience and so contrary to my catholic upbringing. I still think of these times and now wonder what has happened to him as he moved away from the area once he resigned his job.

Anonymous

When I was about 9 or 10, I used to go to this boy's house and we pretended we were a couple, we used to kiss, and touch our private parts. We sometimes locked ourselves in a room, and pretended we were having sex, (we would only have on a t-shirt and underwear), and when I had to leave, we would kiss each other's parts, or in the mouth. It was a great feeling.

Dawn - Age 67

Thank you for your informative web site, I have learnt a lot from the stories presented.

I am 67 years old the eldest from a family of 3 girls who were sexually repressed by a puritan mother. I never knew about masturbating or even heard the word. I married in a country town at 18 still a virgin, had 3 beautiful daughters and because I had been taught that sex was only for enjoyment of men I never enjoyed sexual contact. My husband had a very big penis; the only one I had ever seen that used to hurt me and turned me off having sex for pleasure only for procreation. My husband was inexperienced and treated me roughly in bed. During the 28 years we were married he never kissed or fondled my breasts or touched my cunt just inserted his big cock to have his way with me. When I think back he just raped me.

I had my first proper sexual encounter when I was 54 with a friend 14 years younger who showed me how to enjoy sex. His cock was much smaller that didn’t hurt me and was much more experienced. He taught me how to masturbate, suck cock and other erotic techniques. I had my very first orgasm when he licked my clit and thought I was dying when I came, the pleasure of it being so intense. We stayed together for 9 years through sheer ultimate pleasure.

After he died I became friendly with an older man who was even a better teacher. I became consumed with the need for regular sex and this guy taught me how to have a vaginal orgasm by fucking me doggie style while fingering my clit and sitting on top, frontward and backward. It was this first time that I ejaculated and surprised me that I could produce so much of this white coloured fluid. Now it comes every time.

I love it when he massages my G-spot, gives me a nipple orgasm or when he presses down above my pubic bone that makes me cum. He makes me orgasm at least 10 times each day and always gives me a quickie from behind in the kitchen before he goes to bowls. While he is away I masturbate at least twice. He loves to watch me masturbate and I love to watch him jerk off and cum all over my body.

So here is a lady of 67 who had her first orgasm at 54 and has not stopped having them since. My only worry is that I might not be able to have sex after 80, but I sure as hell will be trying.

Dawn – 67

Anonymous

Recently, my boyfriend and I have started to masturbate each other, because we're not ready for full sex yet. It feels so good when he thrusts his finger into me really fast, but it hurts if he uses more than one finger. And I love it when he licks me out. I like to masturbate him and it turns me on to hear him moan! And I love to put his cock in my mouth and lick it for him.

I just feel so happy knowing I can give him so much pleasure :)

Kate - Age 13

I have masturbated since the age of about 10 or 11 but my first sexual experience was with a male cousin when I was about 6 and he was 7. We started to kiss and we each took our clothes off and started touching each other. I still remember it like it was yesterday and I masturbate to the memories of it often.

Darcy - Age 32

I experienced my first orgasm when I was 13. I found that the hose type shower head did great for orgasms. Take the head off for full force and spray it on your Clitoris. It's amazing. My boyfriend did this amazing trick the other day. He slid his penis into me and kinda moved it in circles around the area of my G-spot. It was amazing, its a must try!

Lexy - Age 15

Hey I'm 15 years old. About....2 and 1/2 years ago I was at my friend's house. Her older sister's boyfriend was there and he was I think 17. He was pretty cute and I had a crush on him. I'd flirt with him (god looking back it's so embarrassing!). Anywhoo, he would sometimes chase my friend and me around the house and start wrestling and tickling us. I kinda got turned on, but it all seemed innocent enough.

Later on (it was a sleep over) we were all on the couch watching an absolutely horrible movie and my friend and her sister fell asleep. The order on the couch was the sister, the boyfriend, my friend, then me. his arm was under my friend and was resting between me and my friend. Then his hand rested on my knee. It slowly slide up my leg and took my hand, starting to massage it. If anyone has seen the movie Prince and Me with Julia Stiles, it's like that library scene where he takes her hand under the table and starts playing with it. Like a hand-sex type thing.

At the time I was getting really turned on. At times he would try to crack my knuckles, but I'd pull my hand away, then he'd slowly take it again, stroking it and moving his fingers in a circular motions, very gentle, as if making up or something. His hand would roam up and down my arm and sometimes my leg, and he couldn't really go anywhere else since his arm was pinned underneath my friend. But god it got me really warm down there. There was a voice in my head going "okay what the heck is going on? Is this wrong?" But it was so exciting these hand movements he was doing. This went on for like an hour.

When the movie ended the sister and my friend woke up, clueless of the little hand sex game (even though I really didn't know what it meant, I'm pretty sure I get it now) that was going on. Not until the next morning after he left and then came back did I realize I had done something kinda wrong. At breakfast we were talking about how boring the movie was. My friend's sister said, "God I fell asleep it was so boring. Did you guys?" my friend answered yes. So did the boyfriend, even though we both knew he didn't. I didn't say anything. That was when I realized SOMETHING was up. I felt guilty. Like I betrayed my friend and her sister. And I was only freaking 13 years old and he was almost 18! (and also soon to be fiance of the sister). I knew that girls my age had gone A LOT farther than what I had just done. But neither I nor my friends and ever done anything remotely sexual, or even implying something sexual, with someone else. I was wracked with guilt.

I haven't seen the guy in years since me and my friend drifted apart. But I recently added her on facebook, and her sister. Then the guy requested to be my friend. I flipped out. He remembered me. Then he sent me a message asking how I was doing and how he hasn't seen me in a while. I totally flipped out again. I know you all might be like, "jeez it wasn't that bad get over it". But for me, when my mother had very strict rules on anything physical with guys, so it was a huge taboo for me. Every time I went to my friend's house and saw him I'd get all hot and remember the feeling of his hands going up my leg and arm, massaging my hand causing tingles to shoot through my entire body.

I actually did tell my friend about it. She said her opinion of him is a lot different now. I felt even more guilty. I was happy I didn't have to be around him any more, but now that I've been contacted by him I don't know how I feel. Just remembering his hands on me, that if my friend and her sister weren't there what could've happened.....

Michelle

Last weekend I spent in a camp together with some people from my sports club. It was the time of my ovulation, so I knew beforehand that I was going to be horny. I also knew that there would be absolutely no one around that I would want to have sex with (I haven´t had sex for half a year now for several reasons and I don´t want to jump on the first one to come around), and even if there were, no chance to do it as everybody was sleeping in the gym, sleeping bag on mattress.

Precautionaryly I had masturbated a lot, hoping I could be making it through the weekend without having to do it there, cause I don´t like masturbating on toilets and I feel no thrill getting caught ;) So Friday night surprisingly this guy arrived who I somehow fancy for a while already, but he´s kind of shy and wouldn´t dare to hit on me, even so I sense that he´s attracted to me. We had a nice conversation during dinner and a chat later at the fire place, but there were dozens of other people around us and I had no idea how to create a relaxed and more private situation. Also, I admit that I´m not too daring myself. Bugger! So I decided to give up and went to sleep, he told me good night and we both knew how much we regretted not being able to make out.

In my sleeping bag I had the wildest imaginations about him and fantasized he was lying next to me, kissing and caressing my body right there in the gym. My physical desire was so strong, I reached a point where I had to touch myself, despite some other people already sleeping (at least I hope they were sleeping!) only a few meters away from me. Figuring that it was dark enough, hoping nobody would notice, trying not to make any noise I brought myself to climax. Finally I could calm down and sleep. The next day I felt a little awkward cause I wasn´t sure if I had really gone unnoticed, but I decided not to care. Unfortunately, he couldn´t stay for the rest of the weekend and left sometime after lunch, I went for an afternoon nap just to masturbate again, wishing it was his cock inside my pussy, not just my finger. Luckily, nobody entered the gym to find me heavily panting in a huge orgasm! I wonder what had happened if he could have stayed...

Kelly - Age 17

I masturbate. Wow, it felt good getting that out. I first started probably started about 9 or 10. I remember my mother catching me while I had my hand up my shirt (apparently I was touching myself in my sleep). The following morning she gave me a lecture on how 'dirty' it was to touch yourself 'that way'. After that I was more discreet. When I got my first boyfriend at 14 (we ended up dating for 2 years), by the end of our first year dating we had sex: oral, vaginal, 69.. I never did orgasm with him. I became very experienced at faking one, at least he believed it. Technically, at least in my opinion, I didn't completely lose my virginity to him. I never got wet enough for the whole penis penetration thing to work. My cherry was still intact since I always made him stop because it felt like someone was shoving a cheese grater up my vagina, not what I expected AT ALL.

Then I met my current 'almost boyfriend'. He's six years older than me. A few months back, out of the blue (I was 16 at the time), he called my dad up and asked to take me to the movies. we watched the movie, goofing around, tossing popcorn into the other's mouth. Anyway, we ended up back at his house to drop some things off when I got sick of him not making a move so I grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him. This lead to a full-blown makeout session; My legs wrapped around his waist as he held me up against the wall and kissed me down my neck. I have never been that turned on and wet as I am when I'm with him. The next day we went to the movies again and once again, went to his house. This time we ended up in his bathroom, me pinned up against the wall in front of the mirror so I could see our bodies pressed together. He laid me down on the floor, looked straight at me and told me that "he wasn't going to let me up until he made me cum", I could have came right then and there when he said that! He slowly stared massaging around my clit before he inserted two fingers in the 'come here' motion. I almost orgasmed, my legs were shaking and I was moaning but as I got closer, I made him stop, I was in tears because I wasn't sure what to think of this sensation. No one (other than myself) was able to bring me that close. He held me on his lap asking if he had hurt me. I couldn't tell him what I was feeling because I wasn't sure WHAT I was. A few days after this incident we had sex in his car. I orgasmed five times in one hour with him, trust me, it's a way different experience when the guy actually knows what he's doing and actually WANTS to please you as well. By the way, this time it didn't hurt in the slightest.

Nope, the story doesn't stop there . That week he had to leave for nine months when we talked on the phone he brought up phone sex and how he had never tried it but he didn't want to unless I would "get something out of it" which is when I told the first and only person who knows about me masturbating and frankly, I couldn't be happier. It's definitely opened up new opportunities and experiences for when he comes home, seeing as he wants me to show him what I do. If he can bring me to orgasm SIX times just by talking on the phone with me, I can't wait to see what happens when we see each other again.

Sandra

I don't remember exactly how old I was when I first started touching myself but I must have been around 8 or 9 years old. It just felt right when I did it.

My mother saw me once and later we spoke about it. She said it was OK to do that as long as I did not let anybody touch me or do anything that hurt me. I'll always remember that talk; it set the tone for my entire sexual life.

I got into the habit of fingering myself each night before I went to sleep. My technique was, and still is, very basic. I will lie on my back with my legs spread open and gently rub my clit in a circular manner. At first I never really climaxed but would have waves of pleasure that seemed to cover my whole body. I never tried putting objects into my vagina; in fact I ignored it until my period started. As I got better I learned to bring myself to orgasm and hold myself there for as long as I wanted to.

As I got older, into my early teens I learned more about sex, boys and the penis. I was very curious but at the same time very scared. I did not want to grow up and "become a woman" like the other girls I knew. The thought of having a boy slide part of himself into me was repulsive.

I continued to masturbate each night. One night at a sleep-over party with 3 other girls, I snuck into the bathroom and tried to masturbate quickly before bed but fond I could not. I went back to the bedroom, where I was sleeping on the floor in a sleeping bag. After all the other girls were asleep I began to rub my clit but again I could not come. Frustrated I tried to sleep. Later I started to masturbate and got very aroused by the idea of the others not knowing what I was doing. I had one of the most powerful orgasms I had ever experienced. The ironic thing was the next day we played "truth-or-dare" and one of the other girls confessed she had masturbated in the night.

My first sexual experience with a man came when I was 17. He was an older (40?) friend of my parents. I had gone to a hunting ranch, south of our home in San Antonio, TX with my dad. As soon as I got there I wanted to go home. The man, was leaving Saturday afternoon and offered to drive me home in his Mercedes-Benz station wagon. It began to rain as we were leaving the ranch and by the time it was dark it was a complete thunderstorm. We drove to a place where the road had been washed over and tried to turn around but got stuck in soft mud on the side of the road. We both got totally soaked trying to free the car from the mud. In the end we got the car out of the ditch and drove to the top of a hill and stopped for the night. He folded the seats down and made a bed out of some blankets. As we were both soaked, we stripped down to our underwear and lay down in the back of the car. At first I was very uncomfortable both physically, being hot, wet and lying in the back of a car, but also with the fact that I was almost naked with an older man I hardly knew. We lay very close together and after a while I managed to relax enough to fall asleep. I awoke sometime later to find myself very cold. I tried to cover my body with the blanket and in doing so woke him up. He realized I was cold and told me to snuggle against him. His body was very warm and I began to get aroused. I could feel his penis pressed against my leg. After a moment, he took his underwear off and slid his cock between my buttocks. I got scared and rolled over away from him. He very gently pulled me over closer to him so I was slightly on top of him and placed my hand on his penis. I had never felt a man's cock before; it was fascinating to feel the skin and the hard shaft. After a moment he asked if he could touch me. He took my panties off and spread my legs. Slowly he ran his fingers over my belly, into my crack and over my clit. At the same time he had again slid his penis between my legs, from behind, but did not try to enter my vagina, just rubbed it over the opening. I had a long and slow orgasm and when it was over I felt the warm sticky semen between my legs; he had come all over me.

I slept for a while; when I awoke he was lying beside me, stroking his cock. Without saying a word he got on top of me and pushed himself into me. There was no drama, blood or pain. I was tense and he seemed to sense this. He took long slow strokes into me and I could feel his penis twitch as he came inside me.

In the morning we drove back to the city in silence. When we arrived at my home, nobody was there as my mother and sister were at church. He asked if he could come in to use the bathroom. I also need to pee badly and we sort of rushed into the house.

When I came out of the bathroom he was in my bedroom. He looked at me and said in a matter of fact manner; " I want to take you from behind". It was not a question; just a statement. I did not know what he meant but I let him undress me and I watched him as he built a small pyramid of pillows on my bed.

He bent me over the pillows and knelt behind me. I could see what was happening in the mirror over my dresser. He slid the tip of his penis over the mouth of my vagina, spreading my lips open. He moistened himself with saliva, which I thought was gross, and slowly entered me. This time it hurt, as I was not ready, not wet and a bit sore from the night before. Once he was inside me it was OK as I was still full of semen. He started very slow but got faster and faster as I opened up for him.

Watching myself get fucked, in my own bedroom was like an out of body experience. I can't remember much but to this day I can close my eyes and see myself, head down, sweat soaked hair hanging into my eyes as he held my hips. It was very intense, almost painful as I came. He kept going for a moment as just as I was going to tell him to stop I felt the warmth inside me again as he ejaculated.

He quickly got dressed and left. I was alone. After a moment I got up and ran a bath. In the bathtub I realized I was bleeding. Soon afterwards my Mother came home, shocked to find me there as I was not to return until the following day.

I told her about the storm and getting the car stuck but nothing about the sex. I was worried I would be pregnant later but it never occurred to me at the time. I saw him again at a party at our home and he just smiled. Soon afterward he moved away. I honestly can't remember his name.

When I think about this now it seems so wrong, on so many levels but it was what happened. I wanted it to happen, I allowed it to happen. I enjoyed it.

I did not have sex again for 7 years, but I had boyfriends and often enjoyed mutual masturbation. I am now 31, married with twins. My husband and I have a very active sex life and I still masturbate most days.

Storm

I had sex when I was 17 and it was just simply amazing. It did hurt a bit at first but now its as easy as pie. My boyfriend tied me up to the bed and gave me oral then I returned the favour.

Rebecca - Age 18

When I lost my virginity when I was 14 I had no clue, but the second time we did it everything was ok, but when I went to the bathroom to go clean myself I noticed a little blood, so I took a quick look, but what I saw was my vulva ripped? Ever since I was a little girl I had like this little piece of skin that connected one side to the other, on the side kinda upright, but it had ripped. To this day, now that I'm 18, its still a little skin hanging there and I'm so embarrassed about it I don't want a doctor to see it, I'm not sure if this is common or not. I do have sex still but now I'm very shy about it and don't like my partner seeing or feeling me down there, so I usually have intercourse in the dark.... There's my little problem/story, girls help me out =)

Adrianna - Age 20

My boyfriend and I have very good orgasms at times.

This is the best one of all:

I had on this summer dress with a thong on, and of course, a bra. I wanted it bad, and so did he. That night we both lost our virginity. Was laying on my bed, looking at a magazine, and my boyfriend walks in on me. "Wanna play?" he asks me. I say sure, how bad could it be. We kissed for about five minutes, and he went lower. He caressed my breast and licked them, and sucked on them. I felt like I could explode, but I held it in, I don't know how. My clit is throbbing by now, and I wanted it. I told him I wanted more, he gave it to me to. He played with my clit, licking it, and licking my vulva. I moaned with pleasure and he knew I liked it. He went down on me and I had a 15 minute orgasm, I thought I was going to die. Then we went about our day, acting like it never happened.