I was a late bloomer when it came to sex. My first experience didn’t occur until after I had graduated from high school. While in high school, I had dozens of friends who had already jumped onto the sex bandwagon. It wasn’t that I didn’t have the opportunity. I just had little information and the information I had indicated that pain would be involved. Who wants pain?
Anyway, the end result was a bit like having chocolate for the first time. You take your first bite and all you can think of is “What the fuck? Why didn’t someone tell me how great chocolate was before? How have I gone all this time without the joys of chocolate?”. Seriously, it’s a good thing that sex doesn’t make you fat as I’d be one overweight chick.
The extent of my love for sex is evident in a few short stories.
The first is cutting a few years after my first sexual encounter and I’m in the US Army. I had been stationed in Pirmasens Germany and loved the culture – especially with regard to sex. Initially, I had been dating a few guys on base but my Colonel put the kabosh on that once I had my second instance of some poor guy standing outside my barracks window, drunken and crying about why I wasn’t going out with him any more. Yeah, I got called in and was politely requested to date only local nationals who couldn’t get on base.
After my stint in the Army, I discovered the “lifestyle” – swinging, for those not in the know. I had previously come to the conclusion that sex can be recreational and not solely for the purposes of creation. And I’ve been fine with that conclusion for a very long time. Being in the lifestyle is a bit like having a grand assortment of chocolate to choose from. Some of the experiences are fucking awesome and some are ones you wish you could burn from memory. All in all, participating in the lifestyle has been a glorious and grand adventure – one I don’t plan on quitting any time soon.
That all being said, the grand adventure has been on hiatus for a while. It’s a timing thing at the moment. My current partner is totally on-board – it’s how we met. But the details and agendas of children and work schedules has placed my participation on a back burner for the moment.
Do my children know? Nope. Will I let them know in the future? Possibly. It depends on the child and how the topic comes up. Perpetual Princess is pretty progressive and wouldn’t have a problem with it. Roblox Girl…she’s like me when I was young and is appalled at the entire pain process involved with first time sex and child-birth pain. I don’t foresee the topic coming up any time soon. And Sir Laughs His Ass Off? Yeah, I think that is a moot point at the moment. He’s too busy finding the latest dumbass YouTube video to even think about sex.
For the moment, I’m looking forward to when details, agendas and schedules all align and I’m able to take off with my guy to some fabulous gathering where people like us get together and have some healthy fun. Until then, I’ll just sit here and relive some memories…
November 25th, 2009 at 2:09 pm
Sooner or later, your children will find out, but there is no hurry to tell them. You can wait until a time when the information is age-appropriate.
November 25th, 2009 at 2:36 pm
Since you are knowing of my background, I just want to say that I choose to edit that out of my sexual life; for good reason.
I’m not sure what first time chocolate you had dear, I wish that I had the same. My first time was that of a ‘flop’, literally. Did it hurt, no; to be quit honest I couldn’t even feel it. Was it enjoyable, hell no; it was that of a minute and I’m being respectful of Boy-That-Was-Some-Killer-30-Seconds… It was the most disgusting act of “normality” I had ever had; and disgusting was all I could think about.
However, I was curious in regards to sex; my religious-freak-of-a-mother banished the word from the household so it was never spoke about. Thus after my first dysfunctional experience I quickly went to older, more mature male friends on the Internet to ask; the question I had “what did I do wrong.” There I found a friend who was willing to help me through chat, from masturbation to sex and beyond. He was willing to answer, honestly and detailed, all of my questions and told me about things I had never heard or had prior. I started to masturbate to get the maximum result, pretty much because I was scared of my sexual second.
Second, sexual partner; equal to the first as the third sexual partner was. “Boys” that I want to erase from my memory. By this time, I kept thinking “there is something wrong with me”. Then I met Charlie, oh I met Mr-Experienced-Thick-Throbbing-Always-HadA-HardOn. I couldn’t get enough, I got addicted to it; or addicted to a part of him I should say. I found out that nothing was wrong with me, rather it had to do with my sexual tastes and desires. A much older man, a blissful level of sudden danger, and my favorite saying “sex without pain is like food without taste”. I was not interested in vanilla prudish sex but wanted an alternative lifestyle of being the submissive slut — and referred to as one, with an intensive level of sailor blushing talk as my hair was pulled. Since finding out that the alternative lifestyle was for me, sex has been more or less a must have!
I’m right there with you, if sex was calorie resulting I would be unable to fit through a door. I’m thankful that my current partner is on the same level as I am, we’re a perfect pair. Since he and I are unable to be together (due to locational issues, that you know about) he is Master to my desires and will select allowable sexual experiences. With restrictions. However, it was nothing for Charlie nor my current partner to get it on 3-4 times each day, every day. Regardless of place as I love the public danger! Due to my love, I get to keep those top ranted 10 star sexual encounters I had prior to him, without repercussions. One being Charlie when he is here, and when he’s here it’s like rabbit reproduction, I swear.
Anyhow. I could never fit in a word of vanilla nor do I knock the ones who stay in that world; we all have different boats to float. I just despise the ones who think calling me “sexually immoral” is going to make me rethink my kinks, it only makes my attentive sexual appetite hungry for another bite of assorted chocolate candy.
November 25th, 2009 at 5:33 pm
ROCK ON RENEE!!
November 26th, 2009 at 5:19 pm
Sometime, when im eating my chocobar it becomes real pleasure and satisfying even better…
November 28th, 2009 at 11:59 am
Randi, of that, I have no doubt. They are smart little shits
But I like to think that I’ve laid a foundation regarding sex and sexual practices that will help them to form an opinion that isn’t based on hearsay and incorrect information. Oh, and here’s to hoping it doesn’t happen until they are out of the house LOL