Like A Virgin

Also, probably the only strictly smily conversation as well.

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At the very least, the most suggestive since Sades offered to anyone who would her.

This comment HAS to be beneath you. Sheesh.

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Not if you knew the real Sadie, it's not...

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I don't like my first time story, but since I created this thread, I'll say something about it.... it was May 4, 2001. I was 17 and he (Alex was his name) was 15. We did it in front of a TV at night, on the floor, surrounded by darkness and the movie Clue. That is all.

I know the story. I was just joshin' the Yodaler.

Or maybe I'm not supposed to be part of the "in" crowd by knowing the "real" story behind Sade's subterfuge. *wink-wink*

Was it hot and gay?

I won't bother telling the story about my sh!tty Uncle and his slutty daughter, instead I will tell about the most intense experience I had ever had with a woman.
I first saw her at a N.A. meeting. She was 18 years old and already had an infant son. She was 6' tall with long black hair that was as thick as a lion’s mane, and all I could think was that I just had to know what it smelt like. She played volleyball often that made her thighs so strong, they could crack walnuts. Half Italian and half Cherokee Indian she was, and her beauty would often tongue-tie me to the point of pure stupidity. I fell in love with her immediately, but did nothing about it. I was freshly married and never even considered cheating on my wife, who I wasn’t really in love with all that much. Still, I had a daughter with her and we were happy. In time, my best friend started to date her, so I put her out of my thoughts, except as my friends’ girlfriend. After about two months, they broke up and she started to go out with another friend, they were married and had a child together. I hardly saw her after that, but at times, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Three years later we happened to run into each other while we were both separated from our mates. At the time, we both thought our married lives were over, and started hanging out. I thought it was innocent enough at first, because I had no idea that the attraction that I had felt for her all this time was a mutual thing. Then one night, she told me that we couldn’t hang out anymore. Her reason was that if we did see each other, she wouldn’t be able to keep her hands off of me. That really pissed me off! For almost four years I had a thing for her, and then when something might finally happen between us, she tries to nip it in the bud. I asked her if we could talk some more about “us” after the N.A. meeting we were both going to that night, and she said yes. I could ride with her. During the meeting I found it easy to revert to a 12 year old mentality, by fixing her with a few looks, that I’m sure, had the power to make her barren. After the meeting let out, her two children, my daughter, and the two of us piled into her mini-van, and went for a drive. Before long the kids were out cold, so we parked in a grocery parking lot to talk. Our conversation was heated and passionate. Up to this point in our relationship, we had only been friends; we had never kissed, held hands, or even really touched each other at all. But for four years, we had smoldered for each other, never knowing how the other felt. That night it finally happened. We touched. I can honestly say that I had never before, or ever since, felt what I did that night. We were staring into each others eyes in the pale glow of a fluorescent street light, and touched our fingertips together. It was like electricity shot out of each of our fingers and connected. We had gooseflesh all over our bodies, and started breathing in ragged gasps. Our eyes fluttered uncontrollably, and I could see how her lips had swelled so much, it was if they were begging me to kiss them. When we finally did kiss (we didn’t seem to have to because of the intensity of merely holding hands) it was like in the movies, when the fireworks go off. I became deaf to everything except our breathing and our heartbeats, and I knew that if I died at that moment, it wouldn’t matter. My fate had been accomplished. We didn’t make love that night. We would many, many times during the next 3 months of our torrid affair. We didn’t, and couldn’t, not with our children in our care. Yet we did stay parked in that spot for the next 6 hours kissing, holding hands, and touching. We both had orgasms that night, though we never touched ourselves or each other in the places of heat. It was easily the most wonderful night I have ever had with a woman.
Eventually, we both went back to our mates. She did first, me shortly after. My wife, whom I had thought to be the “soon-to-be ex-wife”, was pregnant with our second daughter. I needed to go home. It lasted for only a year and a half after that. I hated her. After my divorce, I ran into my soul-mate again. She was also going through her divorce. We had another three weeks together before saying good-bye for good. We are soul-mates, but aren’t meant to be together. We are way too alike to do each other any good. She coined our night in the van as our Nirvana. I believe she’s right.

F##king hell................hot stories............

anymore.......anyone........?

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"I'm your hell, I'm your dream.......I'm nothing in between.......You know you wouldn't want it any other way".........

"Listen, when I slap you, you'll take it and like it"..........Humphrey Bogart..........Maltese Falcon.......

Graze on my lips and if those hills be dry, stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie...........William Shakespeare.......

What, and give away my mystique?

Nah. I'll just keep reading.

Amazing LS, You are a lucky Lucky Man

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It's a god-awful small affair, To the girl with, the mousy hair, But her mummy is yelling "No", and her daddy has told her to go, But her friend is nowhere to be seen, Now she walks through her sunken dream, To the seat with the clearest view, And she's hooked to the silver screen, But the film is a saddening bore, For she's lived it ten times or more...

Such a grat story Lord, This part reminds me of that great scene fron Starship Troupers

Also Mark I liked your story, very interesting, I bet you thought it was never going to happen that night as so much was happening.

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oooh. juicy stories.

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Im a Virgin.

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No I am not. The first time was a little awkward but I love it now !!

You need to tell more Tiffany. How old were you? Was it with another girl in a pool full of cream? Was there a dog staring at you? Did you go to confessional and lose it there? Was it me during a blackout? If it was, was I any good? Was my dog staring at us? She does that a lot. I'm also pretty sure she's been poking holes in my condoms. That bitch.

Hehe...well, if you must know ... I was 15 in high school and I did it with a 17 year old , i think his name was Dan if I remember right. It, like I said felt a little awkward. I mean yes, a man can give great pleasure if he puts his di.. uh I mean mind to it. But Dan just didn't feel right.

Not too far later, my girlfriend asked me to experiment with her and I did. I have done it with another guy after Dan, but I now I know why I don't like doing guys that much . Girls know how to one another and I speak from experience.

I am now 19 years old and full time lesbian...and lovin' every minute of it!!!

Thanks for your frankness Tiff

At least now you know why "Dan just didn't feel right"

All it took was one little lick, then it was goodbye dick for this chick.

I love it. But, I think you should try men again. P***ies are for wussies!

Get it on with JRS. He's an urgin' virgin ready for a splurgin'.

I prefer ladies sexy celebrity. Besides, ever try a pu**y???

As for jrs, I'm sure he'll find someone. Besides, I never said I don't do threesomes.