Re: Age When You First Had Anal?
Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2015 12:30 pm
I was 19, as was my first "real" girlfriend: we hooked up at a party and had the kind of mad, extravagant, inexhaustible sex that 19-year olds are capable of--I think our first night together I must have cum half a dozen times?!--that makes the sex I have every subsequent year a paler and fainter imitation, a shadow cast on the cave by the diminishing light of recollection.
Anyway, it can't have been two weeks later that she stopped by my dorm room from the library merely to wish me good-night, with no intention (or preparation) for spending the night. But, as Seinfeld would put it, yada yada yada, we were in bed together, desperate for sex. Thanks to the grace of providence she had left a bottle of baby oil in my room after a previous overnight stay, so the gates of a more enduring Eden were opened accordingly.
For the rest of that year we continued to have extraordinary sex, including anal nearly every night, and no shortage of encounters that were anal only, yet very orgasmic for both of us. I don't know quite what happened in the next school year, but our pace and our curiosity diminished considerably; I think maybe it was my own adolescent misgivings that we needed to engage in "normal" sex and so the deadly routine of a single nightly missionary fuck became the reigning convention, to our mutual yet unspoken disappointment. In our final year together we returned to at least an incremental level of variety, but by then the damage had been done for both of us and we broke up before the end of the year. I recall--perhaps wishfully--that our final roll in the hay occurred, however, the day she told me she had been accepted to the grad school of her choice: without saying anything I undressed her and we had very, very fine sex, including a welcome, orgasmic return to her ass.
About five years ago or so we renewed our friendship, Platonically but very affectionately: for about a decade after our break-up she was apparently involved in a radically polyamorous lifestyle, though with a strong lesbian inflection. At the end of it all, however, she wound up converting to Islam! She is now a cancer survivor with a wonderful daughter, a hijab, and from all available evidence an apparently celibate marriage. As discreetly as we can, we allude once in a while to the passion and intensity of the relationship we had shared. What can I say except that nobody can be wise and in love at the same time?
Anyway, it can't have been two weeks later that she stopped by my dorm room from the library merely to wish me good-night, with no intention (or preparation) for spending the night. But, as Seinfeld would put it, yada yada yada, we were in bed together, desperate for sex. Thanks to the grace of providence she had left a bottle of baby oil in my room after a previous overnight stay, so the gates of a more enduring Eden were opened accordingly.
For the rest of that year we continued to have extraordinary sex, including anal nearly every night, and no shortage of encounters that were anal only, yet very orgasmic for both of us. I don't know quite what happened in the next school year, but our pace and our curiosity diminished considerably; I think maybe it was my own adolescent misgivings that we needed to engage in "normal" sex and so the deadly routine of a single nightly missionary fuck became the reigning convention, to our mutual yet unspoken disappointment. In our final year together we returned to at least an incremental level of variety, but by then the damage had been done for both of us and we broke up before the end of the year. I recall--perhaps wishfully--that our final roll in the hay occurred, however, the day she told me she had been accepted to the grad school of her choice: without saying anything I undressed her and we had very, very fine sex, including a welcome, orgasmic return to her ass.
About five years ago or so we renewed our friendship, Platonically but very affectionately: for about a decade after our break-up she was apparently involved in a radically polyamorous lifestyle, though with a strong lesbian inflection. At the end of it all, however, she wound up converting to Islam! She is now a cancer survivor with a wonderful daughter, a hijab, and from all available evidence an apparently celibate marriage. As discreetly as we can, we allude once in a while to the passion and intensity of the relationship we had shared. What can I say except that nobody can be wise and in love at the same time?