[Potentially NSFW] What did it feel like to be 'deflowered'?

Seven strokes, and I was done! My dominant thought was, ‘I need more practice’.

It wasn’t her first time, and it was pretty casual. Intimacy wasn’t a priority for either of us.

It was uncomfortable and awkward, and it didn’t help that the guy never spoke to me afterwards. He used me. He left me with the impression that all boys want from girls is sex. I was too young when this happened. I was 15. I wish I would have waited for someone who actually cared about me.

I’m pretty sure I molested my boyfriend and there was no pain or fright or anything negative.

Ouch, ouch, ouch, and “that’s it?” Major disappointment.

She was more experienced than I. We ended up doing it multiple times during the long evening. I was drained (but smiling).

Yikes! I just found myself smiling now!

I can’t remember much pain, discomfort maybe, but there was a bit of blood after my first time. I was very much in love with the man I lost my virginity to so I am happy to say that it felt right which probably lead to me feeling more relaxed about it. I didn’t feel shy or nervous and I have no regrets about it which is more than I can say for a lot of my friends.

It wasn’t memorable.

Confusion and anxiety of someone encumbered with both normal hormones and Roman Catholic taboos. It took a few years to recover from the latter, the former has tapered off only a bit.

Short answer: Tight. Slightly longer answer: I don’t remember anything negative about it except being a little nervous. But it was with a boyfriend, and we had waited long enough. It was great. There was no blood, which I had been nervous about.

It was awful. It was an act of rebellion. It hurt. I was scared because I had never seen a dick that big before or since. the guy was abnormal. I have never cared about size after that. This girl appreciates a normal or smaller package.

Just felt like a glorified wank, I remember having a freezing cold arse as well, humping outside at night, in the winter does that for you.

It was kind of a surprise. I was out of college. We were in love and went away for the weekend. I remember being surprised he got us a double bed at the motel. We went to bed and went to sleep. In the morning I woke up drowsily and it just seemed very natural to be more intimate. There was a small sharp pain and I remember thinking, “Oh, I forgot it was supposed to hurt.” We later got engaged, but didn’t marry (which was ultimately a good thing.) I saw him years later and he hadn’t known it was my first time.

We were both virgins. I knew she was supposed to be wet, but I didn’t know how wet wet was. In the end, I think she couldn’t relax or get into it because it was her first time. It wasn’t all that nice. But we stuck together and became much better at it subsequently. It was enough for me to know I never wanted to take anyone’s virginity again.

@Judi How big?

like 2 feet.

It wasn’t great. It was random.

I am currently re virginizing myself for the real deal at 50.

It was a painful end to a really stressful wedding day.

He’s lucky I still like him.

She said country girls grew up fast, and that was why she had so much experience. I had none. We were in the back of a station wagon under blankets, driving up interstate 95. It was early in the morning. Or late at night. We hardly knew each other—just band friends. She was a year ahead of me.

She just got on top of me—having pulled off just enough clothes to make it happen. I think I came in about three seconds.

Later on I asked her why and I’ll never forget her reply. “You seemed like you wanted it.”

It has never been that easy since then. Not even paying for it is that easy.

As another postscript to that story, she later became a lesbian.

Sometimes I wonder how much irony there can be in a life.

Weird question for me. I know most people say you’re a virgin until you’ve had full-on sex, but it’s an arbitrary enough term (if you’re gonna define it as the breaking of the hymen, I lost my virginity to a surgical probe – ick) that I figured I could use the definition that felt more right to me. I considered myself not a virgin anymore after my first sexual experience, which was not long ago.

That first experience was uncomfortable. I had a lot of reservations about doing it. Mostly unreasonable reservations related to my health. I didn’t feel confident that it was safe for me to be doing because of health problems I have. But this was my usual health paranoia, because my doctor said it was completely fine. I felt really upset the next day.

It wasn’t too long before I warmed up to it, though. Then it was awhile longer before I felt ready to “go all the way.” When we finally did, that was… oh jeez that was kind of sucky too. I ended up crying because it hurt, even though I didn’t have a hymen (we did not realize quite how essential lube was) and also out of embarrassment over my body, again because of how my health problems have affected it. I felt so bad for doing that. But again, it was just the one time that was troubling. Things are going good now.

Two pumps and a dump.

It felt… brief. All too brief.

It made me feel as happy as [NSFW] these two people. LOL