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Originally posted by SlaveNoMore
No. Apparently all your glory hole action is on the DL.
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I wish I was getting so much action.
Anyhoo, speaking of action I ain't getting in light of my recollection of my Prom story got me to thinking,
have we ever done a poll on losing one’s virginity?
Apropos of that, I remember several years back during my ex-pat in Paris days in protest of the Clinton administration, I read in the Le Monde about some study that had been done at the Université d'Avignon where they found that the average length of time between someone’s first smooch and the loss of their virginity is 3.1 years (although this being France that may have been metric years) and the average length of time between a young man’s copping of a feel of his first titty, of the opposite sex, nttawwt, and the loss of his virginity is 1.3 years.
Anyhoo, it’s guys like me who weight those averages upward in comparison with the 12 year olds who go from first to home plate in the same night at the 8th Grade Snowbird Dance.
Anyway back to the poll, so randy FBers when did you lose your virginity????
I’ll go first, keeping the beat to the above, it was post-college, ‘89…..’90 I was working as an S.A. on the Hill for Senator Bob Packwood, no pun intended, and I was at some bipartisan function or other and my flat mate and I were chatting up a couple of birds from the opposite side of the aisle, so to speak, i.e. democrats. So for whatever reason I had a sparkling convo going with a senior L.A. from Barney Frank’s office regarding the possible resuscitation of Keynesian economic applications in a post-Reaganomics world when the next I knew, she asked me for a ride back to her townhouse in Arlington.
I wasn’t thinking much of it, because, and I am embarrassed to admit my shallowness, I just assumed she was a devout lesbian, nttawwt, what with the Frank thing and also that in the convo she had frequently referenced her “partner Kate”.
So, we were driving to VA in my Honda Civic when she started crying and told me she didn't want to go back to her house since she had had a major brouhaha with Kate earlier that night. Being a nice guy, I said she could crash on my couch (even though my flatmate’s parents were staying with us that week-visiting from Nebraska-and he was supposed have the couch as they had his bedroom). Turns out it didn’t matter, as we talked about her relationship problems and before we even got out of the car, she essentially was all over me like a rabid fly on shite.
In 6 seconds flat I went from never having touched (or been touched by) a girl below the waist to getting some major head.
We got back to my place and the whole way up to my bedroom I’m perseverating over whether to tell her I am a virgin or not and how this was not the way I envisioned it and all and what about protection-I didn’t even have condoms!!
From a technical standpoint it wasn’t pretty, we were drunk, she was a lesbian and I was a virgin, I fumbled, we wrestled and after about 20 seconds I came. Now I had had the orgasms before, TCB, doncha know, but that was fvcking fantasmagoric!
The earth moved for me.
We woke up together the next morning and I rolled over on her and went for the encore but she tossed me off. By that time my flatmate’s parents were up and about so I made her sneak out the window into the alley and catch a cab back to Arlington.
Good times.
