I have been skating around writing this post for the erotic journal challenge and Wicked Wednesday, as for me early sexual discovery – along with all the technicalities – goes back to before I was sixteen. However, after reading Julie’s candid post, I was spurred into action.
I won’t go into detail in this post as to why or how I was sexualised early. That account has been told elsewhere. But I remember from the age of about ten I was very curious about sex. I really don’t think this was wholly to do with my past. But it did mean that from a young age I knew about things a child shouldn’t. So I became part of the girls and boys who by the time they were ten, or before, were doing the –
“You show me yours, I’ll show you mine.”
Goodness knows what it is like now kids have mobiles from such a young age.
Anyway, I became close to a boy from my primary school and we agreed to meet – for the purpose of showing and maybe touching. Only he didn’t show up. He was possibly nervous.
When I was twelve a schoolfriend and I stripped naked and explored each other’s bodies somewhat. She was more developed than me. We looked at our similarities and our differences. It didn’t feel like a big deal. It was very natural.
But luckily for me, I was not going to be led astray, or indeed lead anyone astray, as I became rather awkward to look at – gangly and a late developer. Boys steered well clear. This meant that I didn’t really have a proper sexual encounter until I had just turned fifteen and met a slightly older lad at a party.
Afterwards, he took me home via the graveyard and I remember us laying on the grass and feeling his stiffness pushing though his trousers on my leg. I wanted more, I had been masturbating for a year or so and already craved for another person to do that for me but my religion told me it was wrong. So I objected as he tried to get his hand inside my jeans. Once again I went home untouched.
I started seeing a lad who lived about a mile away when I was nearly sixteen. We met at the youth club. He was only a year older and highly intelligent. On our first date, he took me to the woods and had his hand inside my knickers before I knew what was happening. He was very forceful and I ended up with a swollen mouth and love bites. Probably the type of guy I would have wanted a few years down the line – but he scared me to death so I said goodbye to him.
By sixteen the ugly duckling had transformed into a swan and a posh boy from the private school began dating me. I was so attracted to him that every time we got together I was in seventh heaven. One night we got off the bus a stop late to walk through the park to his house. Under a tree, he kissed me, so passionately. Then, opening my blouse he caressed and kissed my tits in the moonlight. It was hot as fuck 😉
Jim and Sex
In those days I had trust/attachment problems, same as now, so when a tamer chap asked me out I dumped my posh tottie and Jim and I became an item.
Looking back I don’t regret it as we had a great time together. Lost our virginity, travelled. Grew up. We didn’t really think about any sexual technicalities, just got on with doing what we wanted. I suppose, even though I was not overly attracted by him, he was the perfect first boyfriend for me because he was sexually enterprising.
He had a well-sized dick too – not that I realised until later in life when I had seen a few more, but when we first fucked it did take a while for him to get it in my cunt. Jim and I established the trick of orgasming together during intercourse. Apparently, it is not particularly common. I carried on doing this with all my partners until my man – maybe I will write why and the associated technicalities another day.
Back to Jim. As I mentioned our experiences helped us grow up together. I was on the pill and he wanted a lot of sex. My first holiday abroad was with Jim, in the South of France. I remember arriving shattered and laying down on my front. Within moments he spread my legs and kneeled between them on the camping mattress. I was dozing slightly but he just carried on. After removing my knickers he pushed his dick inside and fucked me until he came. At the time I was a little aggravated but looking back I find this scenario very hot. He wanted sex and used me for his pleasure. Go, Jim!
Jim’s bucket list
He also had a sexual bucket list of things he wanted to try so my early sex life was adventurous. He never spanked me though. I think that was probably down to having been brought up well, thinking he should never hit a girl. He was the first person to tie me up – we were seventeen. We also took a trip to a Soho shop together to buy a vibrator. He really enjoyed incorporating the sex toy into our play, more than any of my partners have since.
Then I fell in love with my best friend Vic. The early sex days were over. I was somewhat experienced and was well up for trying to seduce Vic. Not that he needed much persuading.