My First Time

So the ultra hot Kimberly of The Errant Wife created her “May I Seduce You” series and invited some of us to participate.

The first topic that was suggested was “My First Time.” Now I already posted a while back about getting my cherry popped, but there are oh-so-many “firsts” to write about, that I was thrilled to contribute more…

I actually had a hard time choosing – my first blow job? One night stand? Orgasm? Seeing a penis? Having anal sex?

Then I realized what the post had to be about. My first porn experience.

Ahh Dave. Le premier amour. So sweet. And patient. And classy.
Ahem. Or not.

Now watching an erotic film with your lover can be an immensely hot and satisfying experience. It can make you both aroused. It can give you ideas you’d never thought of before. It can give you something to aspire to. In some cases it can even make you laugh and try to show those actors how you can do better.

But that? Comes with experience and maturity. Something sadly lacking in a seventeen year old man-child.

The Duchess’s first porn movie?
In Dave’s living room. Fully clothed.
With Dave.
And Dave’s best friend Kevin.
And Dave’s other best friend Dave.
And Lisa, who is dating the other Dave.

And no, this is not going anywhere fun, or sexy, or anywhere even remotely approaching a “group” experience.

Kevin? Sat staring at the screen mesmerized. Mouth slightly ajar. Possibly not breathing.
The other Dave? Sat there holding hands with Lisa. Very well behaved and gentleman-like.
My Dave? Watching the movie and looking annoyed when Lisa and I (on opposite ends of the couch with the two Daves between us) would lean over and start chatting.

Was it hot? No.

Multiple choice – was it embarrassing for the Duchess because:
a) She was 17 and suspected that she was watching her boyfriend’s father’s porn
b) She was in a room with 3 other people watching porn the same way you would watch 16 Candles
c) Kevin was freaking her out.
d) She was a 17 year old girl who didn’t know what to do with her own sexuality yet, let alone that of those on the screen, and those in the room with her.
e) All of the above.

Yes. E.

And so ended my porn career for quite a few years until I eventually found that while it can be hilarious under the correct circumstances, sometimes it can also do what it’s intended to do.

Wait, was this supposed to be a hot, arousing post? Next time my lovelies, I promise!

Other super sexy people who also wrote about their “firsts.”

Hubman of Hubman’s Hangout
Aurore of Dangerous Liasons
Andy of Too Respectable
Bdenied of Cuckold Husband
Topaz of Gemology
Library Vixen of Library Vixen
Enchanted Mistress of Your Sweetest Taboo
Petal of Secret Life of a Yummy Mommy
Lionia of Emotional Algebra
Autumn of the First Day of Autumn
Southern Girl of From There to Here

And of course, Kimberly of The Errant Wife

Diary Excerpt From a 17 Year Old Girl After She Gives it Up (Reprise)

I’m re-posting this from my other blog, because it’s amusing (to me anyways). It comes from me re-reading my high school diary a little while back…

July 26, 1992

Hi, I had another turning point today. Dave and I finally did have sex (To use the term “finally” loosely- he began the pressure in the first few days of the relationship) . It was way different than I expected. For one thing, I expected a lot more pain than I got (There was still plenty of it, and blood though). In the beginning there was some and I almost changed my mind again but I kept going.

It was rather awkward because he said he wanted me on top so I could decide how deep to go and when to stop (Geez- details I have NO memory of). Then when we got that initial part over with we switched. I kind of felt like I was doing nothing. It seems like he was doing all the work (See even then I wanted give it my all – damn I’m awesome!).

Oh well (Hmm, I got over that pretty quickly didn’t I?), anyways after a while there was not pain at all, but it wasn’t really what I expected. I was concentrating so much on what was happening that I couldn’t enjoy it as much as I should have (though I did enjoy it). (A miracle – cause really – hands up- who enjoyed their first time, honestly??)

I can see now why people can do this so often and for so long (“So long”? Hmm, he must have been better than I remembered). I still feel somewhat like a virgin though because of the condom (Good Lord, even back then I was trying to say that certain experiences “didn’t count” Sorry Duchess- you’ve been officially de-flowered). Maybe I should go on the pill so we don’t have to use it. (Thank God I waited a couple of years before I discovered the crazy-making joys of the pill) I’ll feel much better when it’s not on. That way I’ll have the full experience. I don’t know, but it seems like it would be more enjoyable without it on, for both of us (Well yes- but stupid for talking that way since he had gotten his girlfriend before me pregnant).

I feel like I should feel like a different person, but I don’t. It happened. I’m glad it did, but I knew that it would happen someone time soon (since he threatened to break-up with you if you didn’t have sex with him soon? You’re a genius.) so nothing has really changed.

High School Memories…


I think it’s sad that once we become sexual beings and get over the initial fear or apprehension or excitement of doing “it.” We stop just having fun.

Everything seems to only lead to the ultimate goal of sex.

Remember the way it was before you actually went all the way? The exquisite torture of letting him go a bit further each time? The first time you ever felt his tongue in your mouth? The first time he touched your breasts over your shirts? Then under the shirt but over the bra? Then when you finally took them both off?

There they were. Your breasts. For him to see. And touch. And Kiss. And suck. And Bite.
That was enough to keep you both entertained for hours.

And then he touched you between your legs. With your jeans still on.
And he lay on top of you, and you could feel his hardness. And you would rub up against each other in an intoxicating and frustrating simulation of the real thing.

He would unbutton your jeans. Maybe you would tell him that it wasn’t fair for you to get undressed if he wasn’t. Amazingly that wasn’t a problem for him, and before you had time to think about the consequences of a statement like that, he was suddenly in front of you with only a pair of underwear on.

Then he would finish unzipping your jeans, and maybe slide his finger across your panties along the way. That felt so good that you helped him slip your jeans off in the hopes that it might happen again. And now all the separates you are the thinnest slips of fabric.

He lies on top of you and grinds against you and it’s the most amazing thing you’ve ever felt. He’s licking your nipples and you feel his hand massaging you “down there.” He’s tentative at first, but as you breathe a bit faster and don’t push his hand away, he gains more confidence.

This can also go on for hours. But once you’ve hit this stage, it’s not likely that either of you are going to last much longer. Maybe it won’t happen tonight. But it will happen. Soon.

The next time the clothes slip off more easily. You’ve done it once, so why be hesitant now?
Now he’s on a mission. Your panties stay on, but he easily slips his finger up the side. You gasp with shock at this new development, but it feels so amazing. And now you’re curious about him. If he can make you feel this good shouldn’t you be returning the favour?

You slip your hand into his briefs and are shocked at how hard it is. And the fact that it’s also wet. And it seems so insistent and demanding somehow. A little bit scary, but in a hot dangerous kind of way.

You rub his cock up and down a bit and as he moans and breathes faster you realize that you must be doing something right. It’s hard to concentrate though, because of what he’s doing to you. You inadvertently squeeze the shaft a few times in an involuntary reaction to your own pleasure. He doesn’t mind the pressure though and you try to collect yourself.

For a while this sort of stimulation is enough. Maybe it’ll carry you through a few more nights. But then he gets more bold. He wants to fuck and he knows that if he can just get you both naked it’ll happen. So the next time he strips down. You can see him. And touch him. And you decide to taste him. Again tentative, but as he moans and buckles beneath you, you glory in the power that you feel.

Then he says he wants to make you cum, so he slips off your panties. Now you’re both kissing and gasping and his hands are everywhere. He lies on top of you and by now you’re in the habit of grinding. But this time there is nothing to prevent the inevitable. You’re both wet and slippery and not thinking about anything except each new sensation.

And then he’s inside you. And there’s no turning back…

This whole process in high school? Months.. (for me anyhow)

Now? Uh…10 minutes? Maybe?