My First Sexual Experience

**I have been trying to keep up the habit of writing and posting every day. I ran out of things to review and my sex life has been a bit lacking, so I googled “sex blog writing prompts.” I came across a set of 10 questions and prompts that pertain to sex.**

1. Write about your first sexual experiences. Interpret sexual experience any way like, even it’s about you first kiss.

I only really briefly mentioned my first true sexual experience. I have written about my first high school make out sessions where the guy hinted about the boner he popped, but due to my lack of sexual knowledge, I got very uncomfortable. I will do my best in relaying the full details, but they are pretty fuzzy.

The first time that I remember getting sexual with a partner was my first year in college. I met a guy in my human sexuality class that I really hit it off with. We began hanging out and chatting every night on Yahoo Messenger, and even playing an online game together.

We took turns riding the bus to each other’s homes. One day we walked from the bus stop to my place in the pouring rain. We were drenched by the time we got inside. To dry off a little quicker, we removed some clothing to hang up in my room to dry.

I believe we got down to our underwear. I know for a fact that we started cuddling and making out. His boner became very obvious. I asked if I could see it, since we were in the human anatomy section of our class. He pulled down his tighty whities and let his cock free. I looked at it and gently started to touch it. I started naming the parts in my head (the corona, the frenulum, the shaft, etc).

He asked me if I wanted to kiss it. I said yes as I leaned my head down and kissed the very tip. He asked me to kiss a little more, and I slowly began to kiss up and down his shaft and head. I got curious, and a kiss on the head turned into me taking the tip into my mouth. I experimented with a little suck before slowly taking in more of his cock.

I knew I was doing a good job when I heard the moans and gasps of pleasure escape his mouth. I started to think about everything I had ever read about performing fellatio and began doing everything I had ever imagined. He was fully consumed by the pleasure I was giving him. I made myself quicken up, since I knew I had to go soon. I had a ride picking me up to help with a small job.

Luckily he didn’t take long to come, and I swallowed because I didn’t know what else to do. We finished dressed right as my ride texted that they were outside.

Afterwards, I felt many things. I was very turned on, that was obvious, but I was also feeling guilty. I grew up sheltered, and thinking sex and nudity were wrong. I kept feeling like something bad was going to happen to him after he left. It was still very stormy when we had to leave. My guilt and anxiety went down a lot once he texted that he was home.


**The words and phrases in this post that are in quotes are actually quotes and my too young to understand thoughts. Please excuse my misuse of some terms, such as “vagina” instead of “vulva.”

Nudity always has, and probably always will be, a sexual thing for me. My parents sheltered me very badly, teaching me to be very ashamed of nudity. The biggest thing I can remember that this comes from is once, when I was maybe two or three, I was in my parent’s room on a weekend morning. My dad kept telling me to go and let them have their “quiet time,” but I would not listen. I wanted to play.

My dad slept naked, so when he got out of bed I really noticed that “mommy and daddy looked very different.” I stared, and my dad got very upset. He started yelling, telling me to “quit looking at his peter.” He spanked me and sent me to my room. I went away crying, but with the idea that there was something very wrong with seeing other people’s “private parts.”

Fast forward a few years and my dad was in some jean cut offs. He had kind of a bulge, and I glanced at him for a few seconds too long. He flipped out and told me to “quit staring at his body,” and flipped on the TV and told me to stare at those bodies is I wanted to look.

Fast forward another few years. I was about eight or nine and I was experiencing my first crush. At this point in age, I had a fascination with the idea of seeing the male genitalia. I had no idea about sex or what it was. I thought you simply “showed your parts” to someone you like to prove it. I wanted to show my crush my “vagina.”

I told this wish to a girl my mom was babysitting. She ended telling my dad while I was in the bathroom. I got the spanking of my life, being yelled at, told that that is something for adults and I shouldn’t talk like that. I had no idea what I did wrong, or what I thought wrong. Like I said, I had no idea what this stuff was or what it meant.

Fast forward another 10 years and I had my first real boyfriend. The first time I saw him naked I felt guilty. I was 18 and completely terrified that I got to see his penis, let alone touch it. I felt sick to my stomach when he left for the night, worrying something would happen to him until he messaged me to say he was home.

To be honest, I still feel guilty when I see a partner’s penis and touch it. I hope that someday that feeling will go away. I still get a huge thrill when I think of someone’s penis being shown to me. I get wet and my pussy clenches in anticipation. I get even more excited as it is happening, watching “the big unveiling.” It is great that something gets me so excited, but is it really appropriate? It depends on the situation, I guess.


A Little About Me, A Little About This Blog

I feel like I am at the stage of my life where I want to discover myself. I want to do it all, there are so many things out there I want to try. I have noticed that this blog has helped me a lot in discovering myself. I can show the true me and not have to worry about what people think, what my friends think, what my family thinks.

My family doesn’t know about my blog. They would be disgusted, I think. My mom would flip, especially if she knew things I have done. Even though I am twenty years old, I still live at home, I still go to school, and she still has a pretty tight leash on me. I have way more freedom than before, but I still have limits.

My friends do know about this blog. A few checked it out once, but most of them come back and check it every so often. I think that’s awesome. They have been really supportive of it, which actually came as a small surprise to me. I thought they would be disgusted, or look at me in a different way. Instead, they are more open with me, and we can talk about so much more. We can give each other advice. I am learning a different side of them, just like they learn a side of me when they read here. Thank you, my friends.

Readers around the world, I thank you as well. When I first started the blog, I wasn’t sure how long I would last as a blogger. Thanks to comments, and advice that you give, I have been encouraged to write more, which in turn helps me discover myself more. I also thank my fellow bloggers, because without them, I probably wouldn’t have been inspired to start blogging myself.

As I said before, there are so many things in the bedroom that I can’t wait to try. Not in a literal way, but in an excited way. I just hope that in my eagerness to experiment and try new things that I don’t do something that I will regret. I want to have sex, actual penis in vagina sex, but I don’t want my first time to be in a threesome. I don’t want to get caught up in the moment and forget what it is I really want. However, I really want to be in a threesome.

As of right now, the original couple I planned to threesome with did not work out. I was bummed, but I am ok. I told one of my friends that these plans got canceled, and they ended up inviting me to join him and his girlfriend.  I think that would be fun as well, but I don’t see it happening sometime soon because she lives sixteen hours from here, and he is moving to live with her. So, the only way it could happen is if I get on a bus to go and stay with them.

I am not really sure what I am trying to get at in this post. It has turned out completely different from what I imagined. I do want to apologize for my lack of updates. School has been crazy, and plus, I honestly haven’t had much to write about, nothing sexually at least. I do want to post some erotica, one of which includes what I imagined happening at the threesome, but I am afraid of things getting repetitive on here.


She was just about to get off of work. I texted her and asked if she wanted to hang out, me maybe see her new place. She said sure, she would meet me in about 20 minutes. She picked me up, we went shopping for groceries for dinner, then stopped by my place so I could get my overnight clothes, since we decided that I wanted to talk more about the other night and I could stay the night.

After we got back in her car, we decided to head to the nearest sex toy shop and look around. I ended up buying a small bullet, and she got a strap on dildo.

So, after our little shopping trip, we went back to her place, she showed me around, and we had dinner. During dinner, we talked about how I felt, her experiences as being bi, and what I wanted to do about everything. I told her I would like to be able to experiment, but I was afraid. She said if I wanted that I could experiment with her, but only if I felt comfortable. I knew I wanted to, but still I was scared.

She showed me her sex toy collection. Man, I never saw so many dildos. Before then I only owned a few select bullets and the vibrator she had gotten me for prom (yes, she was the one that got me that).

After dinner, showing me her toys, and talking, we took turns taking a shower. I jokingly (yet with a hint of seriousness) asked if she wanted to take it together. She said no, but that was ok, because I was still feeling a little bit shy. However, before our showers we had talked about “shaving down there.” I had always been afraid of cutting myself accidentally, but she explained how I could be super careful and demonstrated a few techniques. She told me the benefits of having a hairless pussy, such as more comfortable, a lot cleaner, and less odors occur when shaved.

So, during my shower, with a brand new razor, I shaved. Afterward, she had me apply some scentless lotion to my pussy. That helped a lot, as I have always hated shaving my legs and under arms because of the razor burn that comes after.
After we each had a shower, it was pretty much bedtime. She asked me what I wanted to do. I said I wasn’t sure still, so explained that she first experimented with her bi curiosity by masturbating with her best friend during sleep overs as a kid. To me, that sounded like a great way to start, a nice ice breaker.

I got my batteries into my new toy I had bought that afternoon, and got in bed. I asked if she was gonna use a toy, but she said no, she could masturbate without one. Shyly, I turned it on and put the small bullet on my clit. As we lay next to each other in her king sized bed rubbing our clits, she asked me if she could play with my breasts. I said yes, and the next thing I felt was her reaching over to grab.

She got closer and bent her head down and begin to suck. She bit, squeezed, and sucked, switching back and forth between each breast. Next she asked me if I was wet. I said yes, and she asked to feel for herself. Again, nervously, I said yes. I felt her reach down and slowly move her hand down my crotch.

“Mmmmm, you are wet,” she agreed. By this time, a considerable amount of time had passed by, and my batteries felt like they were on their last bit of power (it was a cheapo with watch batteries). So, giving up on the thing, I moved my hand and reached with the other to turn it off.

As soon as my hand and vibrator were out of the way, I felt her gently press her finger onto my clit. Slowly, she started to rub in circles, getting faster and slightly harder. “Mmmm,” I moaned. “You like that? Do you like the circles, or do you like it when I rub back and forth, up and down?” she asked in a husky voice. Quietly, I replied that I liked the circles. So she kept up with the circles.

“You are even wetter now. You are really turning me on. Do you want me to put a finger in?” she asked. “Yeah, mmm,” I replied, caught up in every new sensation I was feeling. I wanted to roll over onto my side, facing her and suck on her nipples, as she did mine. I wanted to put my hand between her legs, to see what she felt like down there. There was so much I wanted to do, but something in me was holding back.

So, just as promised, I felt her out a finger in, while she continued to rub my clit hard. It felt good, but it also felt like it was getting a little sore. I wanted to cum. God, I wanted to cum. A few times I felt close, but I never got close enough.

“Tell me what you want to do,” she said suddenly, “Are you gonna cum?”

“I want to, but for some reason I can’t.”

“I wish you would too, because I am so close.”

“So what do you want to do, what would you do?” I asked, staring to feel embarrassed at my inability to cum. I really wish I wasn’t so held back.

“Normally I would go down on you at this point. Would you like that?”

“Yeah, but something in me is holding me back. Sorry to kill the mood.”

“It’s ok,” she said back. “I think you are just really confused right now. You need time to think stuff over.”

“Yeah, I am really confused. I really did like what you did to me. There were so many things I wanted to do too, but something in me was holding back,” I said, a little embarrassed.

She assured me that it was ok, and that the night was about me getting the pleasure, to see how I felt. I was glad she was so ok about everything, but still, a year later, I wish I could go back in time and overcome my fear of giving back to her.

If I ever get the chance again to experiment with a girl, I want to do the things I was too chicken to do before. I would touch her breasts, play with them, suck, lick, and even bite them. I would rub her clit and and finger her. Then, I would want to go down on her. Just to see what it felt like. I love the idea of flicking my tongue all over someone’s clit, licking it, sucking it, rolling my tongue all over her dripping wet pussy.

Bi-Curious Pt. 2

We asked them what they wanted. They said they wanted to see us on my bed, me playing with one of my vibrators while she played with my titties. We put the camera on pause while we figured out a way to fool them, but still make them believe what they wanted to.

Finally, we had it so that the camera was facing my bed, and I was “naked” from the waist up. We fixed the blankets to hide my clothed nether regions and grabbed my favorite silver bullet to tease them with. She turned on the cam, took off her shirt, and got on the bed with me.

The guys fell for it. We “turned” the vibrator on and took turns running it over each other’s nipples, then finally I put the toy under the covers and made it look like I was having a good time while she played with my nipples and tits.
The guys fell for it, but they wanted more. They wanted us to get really explicit and have us eat each other out. That’s where we drew the line. We said it was getting late, and turned off the camera, wishing the guys a good night and “maybe next time.”

That night, instead of sleeping on the couch, she slept with me in my bed. Before falling asleep though we talked about what happened. I was a little confused. I knew she was bi, but I never really thought about me as being anything but straight.

She got me thinking. There have always been signs of my curiosity of being with a girl. When I was little I always tried to watch “just the boob scenes” in movies when my parents were gone, since I knew they never showed any movies with a penis, I felt like boobs were the next best thing.

Another time at a friend’s party I had a chance to kiss a girl. I forget how it really came about, but I do remember that I really wanted to kiss her. She was willing to kiss me, but I was just too afraid.

I also remember that growing up, I always had small “crushes” on some girls, mostly girls that had the bigger boobs. There was just something about them that I was really attracted to.

Bi-Curious Pt. 1

In the past year or so I have come to realize that I am bi curious. That is, I have always wondered/been curious about being with someone of the same sex as me. I think I have always known it deep down ever since I was little, but last year something happened to make me admit it to myself.

It was about a year ago, I had a friend over and we were goofing off online. I was messing with a couple of my guy friends that I used to cyber with from time to time. So anyways, we were joking around, saying she was my girlfriend (just to get their reaction). That got them extremely horny. They wanted to see us on camera. My friend and I laughed and joked about it together, then decided we would mess with them some more.

Before turning on the webcam, we both changed into really loose tank tops, just in case. We turned on the cam and asked what they wanted to see. Of course they wanted to see us kiss. We didn’t really kiss, but they didn’t know that. We pretended to kiss on camera, my head blocking the view. I never told my friend, but I kinda did want to see what it was like to kiss a girl.

Next they wanted to see our tits. She had no problem flashing the camera. I on the other hand was very camera shy. It took a little coaxing, but finally I did it. Then they wanted to see us play with each others’ boobs. Shyly I grabbed her tit and started to “feel around.” As I was feeling her up she did the same to me. “Suck on her titties,” they told me. Slowly I got down on my knees and pretended to suck her tit, my head blocking the real view as we did for the kiss.

Then it was her turn. This time she really did grab my breast and start to suck it, right in view of the cam. We took turns feeling each other up, sucking, and playing with nipples, but after a while the guys wanted to see more….

To be continued…..

A Little About Me

My name is Tashamber. I am 20 years old and I am in my third year of junior college. Right now I am taking general education requirements, but I have big dreams of having a business major and being a CPA. In this blog I plan to talk about my life, masturbation, share my fantasies, and review the toys I have in my toy box. I have a lot.

I grew up very sheltered and did not discover masturbation until I was seventeen and a senior in high school when my friend got me my first vibrator as a “prom night gift.”

Currently I am in a committed relationship of six months and counting. He is my third boyfriend and respects the fact that I want to stay a virgin until I am ready. When I say virgin, I describe that as never having had sexual intercourse. This does not mean we haven’t done other things together, but I will save that for another post. He is my third boyfriend, however my first one I don’t really count because he was only using me and we only lasted five days when he finally broke up with me.

Ever since I was a little kid I have had a fascination with penises. I loved to see penises. I was fascinated by them. I don’t know what it is about them, but when I see one I just get really turned on. I especially love to watch a guy jack off and see his cum shoot out everywhere. That gets me hot.

Well, now you know a little about me. More to come later.

My First Orgasm

As I sat in my computer chair, I slowly lowered the vibrator down to my clit. When I turned it on, it almost felt like it tickled. I kind of giggled, and then tried again, putting it on a lower speed. What I felt was indescribable. It felt amazing. I held the vibrator to my clit, rubbing it in small, slow circles. As I kept it up, I slowly started to turn up the speed, making the vibrations more intense.

What happened next was something that I had never felt before. I felt my body tense up, having a sense of being in another world, my thoughts racing. It almost felt like de ja vu, like I had been there before. It was almost scary, and I had no idea what was happening to me. Then, all of a sudden I felt like I had to pee, and before I had a chance to turn off the vibrator I squirted out this water like fluid. I was a little disgusted, thinking I had just peed in my chair (luckily it was a metal fold up chair and easy to clean).

So, I cleaned up and reported back to my friend. They informed me that what I felt was an orgasm. Not only did I have an orgasm, but I am a squirter. I found out I did not pee, but in fact I had experienced female ejaculation.
Ever since I have been addicted to the feeling of having an orgasm. I try not to let my orgasm go too far as to squirt, but once in a while I will put a few towels down and let the orgasm finish all the way through.

My First Vibrator

After prom I went straight home. I didn’t have a boyfriend at the time, but the guy I went with was a freshmen and just a friend. I later found out that he only went with me because his mom made him when she found out I asked.

When I got home there was a black bag on my bed. Inside was a pack of batteries, water based lube, and a silver vibrator with a slip on cyber skin penis. I honestly had no idea what to do with it. The only thing I could think of was what seemed the most obvious thing to me at the time. Put it inside.

I put the batteries inside the vibrator and slipped the fake penis on the vibe. Next I got in bed and lubed up. I had no Idea how much to use and where to put it, so I just put it on the toy. I took a deep breath and attempted insertion. All I can say is ouch! It burned and hurt a lot. I turned on the vibrator and it felt a little bit better, but was afraid someone would hear, so it didn’t last long.

After a few minutes of fumbling around, I gave up and put everything away and cleaned up. The next day I left for camp for a week, so I had to put off my attempts with B.O.B. (Battery Operated Boyfriend).

A week later I got home and it was just me alone, so I decided to give B.O.B. another try. I lubed up and tried inserting again. Even with the vibrator on it still hurt. Once again I cleaned up, but then I got online and talked to my friend on the other side of the country on Yahoo Instant Messenger.

They suggested putting the vibrator directly on my clit. Sadly, I had never really understood where and what the clitoris was, so I had to ask for directions. I told them I would be right back, and went to give it a try while I was still alone.

To be continued…..