I'm not afraid to kiss and tell, in fact, I write about my conquests for anyone to read. At least my big ones, many smaller encounters do not get written about because they are kind of vanilla.

 

QUOTE="Little_Lexa, post: 8269232, member: 1164385"]I'm not answering when, It is not my friend on these questions so I will just say previously in my life. Where was in my shower.[/QUOTE]


Really sounds like it here huh?

 

When I was a young child. I started waking up with a hard on. One morning as I played with my self it started feeling real good. Then I got real wet and the rest is history lol

 

I think you missed my point. When you cum, fluid shoots out of your penis. It's noticeable.

Women just have a strong sensation in their pelvic area. I didn't know those were orgasms at all, I kept wondering "why can't I have an orgasm, I just get this weird sensation and want to stop masturbating." That went on for a few years. It just wasn't something that registered as being a big deal.

Oh, and if you think women here are ashamed to kiss, suck, fuck, fist, peg, whip, beat, and tell - where the hell have you been since November 4, 2016?

 

That's what through me no one wanted to answer my question but you all talk about your encounters but don't wanna talk about your first

 

Dude! The age thing kinda puts people off! Thank Hod I waited until I was 18!

 

Because even if we remember it, for most of us it's going to be when we were underage.

Also, why do you assume our first encounter was our first orgasm?

 

My 2nd wife was 37 when we started dating. In all those years she never enjoyed oral sex or a orgasm. The night she finally reached a orgasm was a very exciting and wet night. Her daughter started enjoying oral sex and orgasms at a young age with both sexes.

 

I don't assume I was saying first encounter with an orgasm

 

Lmfao

 

Assuming makes an ass out of you and me

 

Th

Thanks for being honest

 

Okay, fine. It really doesn't bother me, nor is anything I'm ashamed of. What you won't get from me is an age in that just as most have tried to tell you, most people's "first" anything experience took place as a minor. Mine I'll not say either way. However, you asked, be careful of what you ask for as the thread suddenly takes a negative turn.

For years I had been beaten, raped and tortured daily living in a one room dirt floor shack without any electricity, running water, or gas. I rarely ate, and only the scraps I could pick up off the floor when dropped there, or that I could catch and kill around the unworked farm. I could not speak let alone converse, and the only words that I could or knew which I could only mimic were basically "fucking cunt, injun gash, fucking breed slut, hole, etc.." On the days when the man doing this was needing more booze in that he never worked, there were numerous other men that for the price of a bottle or a little cash he would let beat and rape me.

Finally, to give you only the most vague idea of his numerous tortures, this by far one of his mildest when he was too drunk to abuse me, he would shove the handle of a hammer up my twat, make me put my hands on the back of my head, sit in a chair behind me and put the tip of the barrels of a loaded shotgun to my neck, and order me to not drop the hammer or he would finally rid himself of me by blowing my head off like I had seen him do to a number of animals, and then proceed to drink more. After perhaps a half hour when the hammer would finally drop, I'd cringe and wait, and after perhaps ten more minutes would finally find the courage to slowly turn and find that he had passed out before it had. At that point I would as quiet as I could slip the gun from his hands, unload it, put it back in the corner where he kept it, hide the shells, and put the hammer back from where it was kept hoping he would forget by the time he woke up.

That was my everyday for years, all I ever knew.

Then came the day after a particularly brutal rape and beating, after he left as I lay there in pain sprawled out on the edge of his bed (I slept in the corner on the dirt floor behind the iron stove), Buck walked up to me and began licking the blood off my face, and sweat from my body and eventually began bathing my twat to clean it up. Naturally I didn't want to be touched there, yet I hurt too much to move. Though I did not orgasm that day, it was the first and only comforting and caring for me I had known in my entire life to that date. I had never known a kind word, or a kind hand, or any kind of companionship up till then, and when done, Buck simply laid down next to me and didn't move until I did.

That set the tone for my remaining time there, in that when the man would leave, Buck would show up as afraid of him as I was and likely wiser knowing what would happen to us if found together. So, daily once alone we would go out into the woods or barn, and Buck would simply be with me, and also comfort me. Once again, be clear on this, it was the ONLY caring for me that I had ever known, so I relished it. In time, one day when I was being tended to and Buck was bathing my cunnie, I had my first orgasm ever, though it was not something that I sought or felt an urge to discover. Stranger still, as that continued over the next three years, I learned that fear and brutality was NOT all that the world had to offer. Even more importantly that what I experienced with the man who abused me, was NOT what a normal relationship was like, and finally though I did not think in terms of sex, I realized that what I experienced with the man was NOT how sex was supposed to be.

At the end of that three years, Buck just simply did not show up ever again. Though I can guess why, I always like to paint it as though it was his way of telling me it was time for me to go and get out of there too. So, after a couple weeks and ultimately another brutal night at the hands of the man and his friends, the next morning I walked out the door of the shack, and left there forever (except for returning one time to confront the man many years later).

Be careful of what you ask for... Said for Buck.

Hush....an alias

 

Hence the reason I didn't ask for age I know what ages some women are abused or taken advantage of that would just be disrespectful and immoral on my part to so that not the way I am

 

But my you got a lot to say and that's awesome in my mind that your putting so much thought into something I created feels good to know it got someone's attention

 

Elaberate if willing

 

I never intended make this a bad experience for any of you lovely women there's some sick fuckers out there and they should be all castrated and hung by there balls off the town flag pull sorry that has to happen to anyone but it doesn't only happen to women believe me ladies I know so if I upset anyone I am truly and whole heartedly sorry for this whole experience and will be more sensitive in the future so I hope to mother earth I didn't hurt any of you wonderful ladies SORRY ALL

 

I'll remove the when and put how?that better? Like I said never ment to hurt anyone insensitive of me and I'm sorry at least I apologize some men don't