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Your first sexual experience (with another person).

Hurried, anxious, tender, passionate, fumbling, impulsive, slow, deliberate, lingering, longed for, yearned for...

When?

Are you actually obsessed with sex?

Are you actually obsessed with sex?
I really have no idea how you would come to such a silly conclusion.

Okay, well I'll go first in the posting.

I was, let's see, end of year 10 so I was 15. I'd had a few girlfriends before that but it had never gotten past kissing. Met her at a monthly punk rock gig me that my friends and I always used to go to, used to meet loads of people there. I was sitting on the beach outside the venue, leaning against a boat with everyone else, and she came straight up to me and introduced herself. Within about five minutes we were kissing, intensely, passionately. She was...incredibly enticing. Very beautiful, in a fake sort of a way but still beautiful. Very long dark hair, round face, deep brown eyes. Always wore tonnes of makeup, foundation, blusher and such, H&M looking clothes and accessories. She had the most wonderful perfume, or body spray or whatever it was. Every now and then I walk past someone on the street and smell that perfume, and it takes me back through those years to lying beside her on her small bed. She was the first girl I'd ever done, well, more than kissing with. We didn't have actual intercourse, but she was the first girl I'd ever had a sexual romantic relationship with. Looking back I laugh at how inept I was at...that. I mean, I really had no idea what to stimulate and how to do this that and the other. I was just so caught up and revelling in the joy and the passion of it all. Women, and, womens' parts, are so beautiful. Possibly one of the most beautiful things in the whole world. The relationship lasted about a month or two I think. Looking back I realise it really was only physical. But it's nice to have at least experienced a relationship like that. We didn't really have much in common, we did talk quite a lot, but it was all fueled by the longing to next see each other and get under the covers. I still remember that perfume, the smell was so strong when we were in her bed. We never were officially 'going out', I always wanted us to be but she kept saying she didn't want to be in a relationship right now. I can't stand 'friends with benefits' or 'fuck buddies' relationships and even then I didn't like the idea. I wanted to be her boyfriend and her to be my girlfriend, I wanted that acknowledgement of our closeness. But still she never wanted to be. I remember being at parties with her, kissing and holding hands and such, and people would say "Oh, are you two going out?", I'd respond in the affirmative and she'd immediately jump in and say to them "No no no! He's not my boyfriend! We're not going out!" It was weird. And of course it hurt when she broke up with me (over the phone), plus, it didn't help that she said "But, if you consider the fact that we were never really going out in the first place, it's not really breaking up, is it? We're just stopping seeing each other." Yeah sure it hurt but I feel I learned from it, and if I could go back in time I know I would never ever trade in that short-lived, intense, passionate physical relationship.

And I can still remember that perfume.

Why on earth are you so interested in our sex lives?

Your first sexual experience (with another person).

Hurried, anxious, tender, passionate, fumbling, impulsive, slow, deliberate, lingering, longed for, yearned for...

When?

Not yet, and by my calculations never.

Not yet, and by my calculations never.

Calculations?

That sounds almost logical. And that means you should get it at least every seven years. :p

Are you living vicariously through us?

Why on earth are you so interested in our sex lives?
Possibly this \/
Are you living vicariously through us?

Or maybe he's looking to date (stalk) a virgin...

I can't remember :p

Are you living vicariously through us?

Lol

Enough Four sexual threads with polls from the same person in one day is waaaaaaaaaay too much.

Take a break.