1. I remember having intensely sexual dreams at a very young age, maybe at 4-5 yrs old, dreams where people would be having sex in dark houses, I could never see what the people looked like, but they would be always perhaps young adults and I would always feel tingles, sometimes I would rub myself against things in the darkness, I didn’t know what it was, only that it was naughty and it was only mine.
2. I have walked in on my parents having sex, numerous times, I was also in the room asleep on the floor beside their bed once and I always heard them going at it through the house walls. Once I knocked loudly on the wall and told them to be quiet, their bed head was banging loudly against my bedroom wall. I’m sure they probably did it when I was curled up fast asleep in their bed as a little one.
3. I remember ‘playing’ sex with my cousins, we were really little, maybe 5 and my older cousins would make us pretend to have sex. It made me feel weird and it brought up feelings that I now also feel when I’m getting it on with someone. They could only be described as sexual feelings.
4. I found my Aunty’s vibrator when I was about 7yrs old, me and my cousins were playing with it hilariously chasing one another around with it, until Mum found us. She was super embarrassed to tell my Aunty what we’d done. Aunty laughed it off.
5. I was sexually abused when I was 11yrs old. It has affected many interactions during my lifetime.
6. My first boyfriend was when I was 12, his name was Cameron, we kissed with open mouths, it lasted 3 weeks until I called out to him froma street window and told him he was a dickhead. Why I do not know?
7. My first real make out with a boy was at a party when I was 14 yrs old, I forget his name, but we kissed a lot, he tasted like beer, he fingered me on a hilltop in the dark and asked if I would go down on him, I said no.
8. I lost my virginity to a 21 yr old guy called Paul, I was on holiday in Cobram with a friend. It hurt and he ignored me the next day.
9. I was with a guy called Graham briefly, I broke up with him and he locked me in a room at a party and pinned me down, he was trying to make out with me, I screamed and friends kicked the door down. He was planning to rape me.
10. I did receive head from a guy at a party once, I was really drunk and I had a boyfriend at the time, it was a high school party. It wasn’t my boyfriend going down on me. I was pretty much naked laying on a deck with this guy with his head in my pussy, people were walking past. Bad decision. I broke up with my boyfriend the next day, I was completely honest about what I had done.
11. I met my first real love in Year 11, he went to a different school. We were very in love, went everywhere together, fucked a lot. It was with him that I started having really intense orgasms with another, I had never had that before, not like this. It was really different. We had many years of intense fuck ups, I learnt a lot. He cheated on me time and time again, came out as Bi, then Gay, then went back to straight. There was a lot of drugs involved and a lot of manipulation. A messy few years with a lot of heart ache.
12. I made out with a girl for the first time when I was 20yrs old, I remember that first kiss. I was dancing at a club, she was a friend of a friend, she came up to me ran her hands down me and kissed me. I felt like the room stood still in that moment. Some years later a friend of mine commented that he recalled that happening. He had turned around to see me locked in with this random girl. Hot. Making out with girls was a bit of a fad, it went on for a couple of years, here and there. I’ve made out with a few girls.
13. I hooked up with a guy, a bar tender, for a couple of months we were fucking. The entire time we were together we fucked anally, he had a really small cock. Anal sex was amazing with him. I came every time. He said “I love you” once in bed, I think our 2nd time hooking up, I did not respond. He also had a fear of rubber bands, seriously.
14. I dated a guy for about 8 months, I met him at Hard Candy of all places, should have known better. We had really good sex but he was a complete psycho. I got to use toys on a guy for the first time, I penetrated him with a small vibe and my hands. Complete psycho though. HE hit me once. And he tried to jump out of my car door while I was driving. Oh and he kicked my car. Did I mention psycho, cause he was.
15. After the psycho I met someone. I kind of fell into this relationship, he had a daughter, she was just a baby. I didn’t feel right about the relationship from the beginning. He was 7 yrs older than I, which at the time was a huge difference, I was only 23. I was young. I eventually broke up with him because of my love for the guy that makes point 16.
16. I fell in love with a friend, we could never pull it together, we had a great attraction and trust in one another, and over an 7yr time span we played on and off. I miss him a lot, we are still friends but our friendship has changed hugely. I just couldn’t shake my feelings for him then. He said he felt the same but he could never because of our friendship. Shame, I used to love sucking his cock. We would stay up all night long talking. Drinking. Listening to music and playing computer games. Even now there is still tension between us, it’s different though. And no I wouldn’t be with him again.
17. I randomly picked up some guy this was during a brief break that I had made with the guy from point 15. Met him at a party, didn’t pay much attention to what he looked like, he asked for my number and I handed it over. He called. I said to him on the phone, “I really don’t remember what you look like”, he met me at my house and really I got nothing, seriously don’t know to this day if the guy that showed up on my door was really the guy that I had met at the party. We fucked for a month or so, it was pretty good sex. I didn’t care, I just wanted to get laid. He didn’t go down on hookups, apparently that was reserved only for “girlfriends”. It ended, thank god, cause I wanted head.
18. I experienced the horribleness that is Jack Hammer. I was on vacation, he was a friend of a friend, it was gross and I gave up all enthusiasm very shortly into the experience. I had to spend the entire next day with him, we got very very drunk. Neither of us wanted to be there.
19. I was introduced to a guy by a friend, he had tried to talk to me all night long at this party, I refused, basically snubbed him, told my friend ‘no way’, anyway at my friend going away party some months later, I actually end up having a conversation with this guy, we eventually hook up and we ended up seeing each other for years, a mess of up and down and cheating and lack of communication and respect, we really cared for one another, but I never was satisfied, he didn’t care or did but couldn’t communicate. Mess. He was with other people. So was I.
20. One particular hook up which happened on the side of point 19 was spectacularly awesome. I met this guy in a bar on a Friday night. He was standing next to his girlfriend. I knew that very moment that we were going to end up fucking. Next night his gf left and we at the first opportunity fucked like mad, every which way possible, filthy talk, rough, hands in any and every hole imaginable. Really fucking intense. Next day his gf is back and we are all at a party and I’m sitting across the table from them both.
21. I hooked up with a friend, there had been tension for months, almost over a year. We tried, fucked twice. I couldn’t do it. I think we talked more about why we didn’t work after that than we ever did about the buildup to it actually happening. Great sex though. Really good head.
22. Um, yeah, I slept with a work college, it was bound to happen eventually, although I had successfully avoided doing this for 6yrs. There was a long buildup to this, and it was really hot. But I put a stop to it, I couldn’t maintain it and didn’t want to , not when my heart wasn’t really that there.
23. Threesome. Done. With 2 boys. HOT. Really fucking HOT. Waking up in the morning surrounded by used condoms.
24. Rastafarian Thai Bar Tender. I kissed him, we left, we fucked, we rode a motorcycle across the island, I danced, we left, we fucked twice more. I woke up in the morning and did the walk of shame back to my hotel covered in love bites from head to toe.
25. A guy, great sex, open conversation, willingness to explore and lots of awesomeness ahead of me. Scared shitless but hopeful.
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