Big Brain
03-04-2001, 09:03 AM
You think I've got my eyes closed but I'm looking at you the whole fucking time.
Well fuck me. The sex of the century is upon us. Hold on to your seats, buckle up. If there is a moment in life where we are to experience pure nerve-twitching anticipation, it is now.
The act. Penetration. Coitus. The royal poke. Whatever you wanna call it, it's all good. My beloved has made the earth-shaterring decision to welcome me into her paradise. Un-fucking-believable. The thrill is not in the act itself, but yet in the incessive holdout she has kept throughout our time together, which I had always accepted with a smile.
The lack of such a culminating exclamation point in our sex lives has led us to push our creativity to the max, and I wouldn't trade back any of that. It means that an actual fuck has a lot to measure up against, and I cannot assure her that it will be even close to how good we have it now.
And that's where the fallacy lies. Women sometimes come in with high expectations of sex. And when it's finally done with, it seems the only recollections of that moment they have are of pain and anxiety; can't blame you (nor can I generalize). But yet I find with the right preparation anything is possible... I am out to give her the most relaxing, enjoyable first experience ever to be had. And yet I am scared that it will fail miserably, especially with all the hype that surrounds it.
So there ladies; I'm almost sure none of you had your best sex the first time around, but please, correct me if wrong, and tell me what you would've liked to had been done.
BB
Nibble, don't bite.
Well fuck me. The sex of the century is upon us. Hold on to your seats, buckle up. If there is a moment in life where we are to experience pure nerve-twitching anticipation, it is now.
The act. Penetration. Coitus. The royal poke. Whatever you wanna call it, it's all good. My beloved has made the earth-shaterring decision to welcome me into her paradise. Un-fucking-believable. The thrill is not in the act itself, but yet in the incessive holdout she has kept throughout our time together, which I had always accepted with a smile.
The lack of such a culminating exclamation point in our sex lives has led us to push our creativity to the max, and I wouldn't trade back any of that. It means that an actual fuck has a lot to measure up against, and I cannot assure her that it will be even close to how good we have it now.
And that's where the fallacy lies. Women sometimes come in with high expectations of sex. And when it's finally done with, it seems the only recollections of that moment they have are of pain and anxiety; can't blame you (nor can I generalize). But yet I find with the right preparation anything is possible... I am out to give her the most relaxing, enjoyable first experience ever to be had. And yet I am scared that it will fail miserably, especially with all the hype that surrounds it.
So there ladies; I'm almost sure none of you had your best sex the first time around, but please, correct me if wrong, and tell me what you would've liked to had been done.
BB
Nibble, don't bite.