Well, in my last post I promised to talk a bit about sex. This I shall do. If you read my profile you have probably figured out by now that I am a lesbian. Before you jump into a stereotype frenzy, I need to lay down a few ground rules. First, I do not hate men. I find them rather fun to be with, some are witty, some are lame, some are friendly, and some are not. You know, they are people, just like you and me, and in general I like people. If you ask me if I am sexually attracted to them; then the answer is no. Have I ever been attracted? No. I knew I liked girls even when I was a pretty small girl. It has always been there, even when I did not understand what it was. More about this later.

Have I ever had sex with a male, or “am I a virgin?” Yes and No. I have had sex with men twice and no, I am not a virgin. I started doing my thing with girls when I was thirteen years old; kissing, hugging, lusting and such. This of course escalated over the years until the real thing happened when I was 16, but alas, more about that later also. Cutting to the chase, I will tell you that I first had sex with a guy my first year in college. It was pure peer pressure and I wanted to see just what the hell the other girls were talking about. I picked a guy, a nice guy, or so I thought, and decided he would be the one, and I would let him do his thing. Well he did. Grunt, grunt, hump, hump, on and on and on for about 17 seconds. Wham, no more virgin. It was the most God awful, horrid thing (well almost) that I have ever done. We were in the front seat of his mom’s big old care. I remember it had crushed velvet on the seats. After the 17 seconds, he got off me, I sat up and moved over and he went ape shit on me. It seems like “ I” had stained the seat of his mom’s car. He actually had me get out and stand beside the car while he scrubbed the seat with an old towel and water, bitching all the time. I was mortified I tell you.

I put on the white panties I had worn special for the night but found I was still bleeding pretty badly as the crotch was pretty well soaked with a mixture of blood, mucus and his stuff. Now I am a very bad person, I know this. I make no excuses for that fact. I am me. Well, I can tell you that I was not only mortified, but I was also pretty pissed off. I knew that his mom took the car to work each morning and that, he being a local boy, had just borrowed it to impress me. Anyway, I went around to the driver’s side of the car, pulled down the sun visor on the driver’s side, and stuffed my blood stained panties under it and put it back up. I then had him drive me back to the dorm. I can only hope that they fell into mom’s lap the next morning.

Thank God I was not pregnant. That was the first and the last time I have had a penis shoved into my vagina. It, hopefully, will be the last. I had absolutely no sexual feelings what so ever. I might as well have kissing and fucking a milk carton (I dislike milk). It was nasty, humiliating, and did absolutely nothing for me. Never again!

Okay, there was one other time that I had sex with a guy. I actually performed oral sex on him and it went as bad as the time I lost my virginity, but more about that later.