As most of you know – I’m back home right now visiting the fam and Saaghi joooooooon. Saaghi is slaving away at work right now so you guys are stuck with me. Someone’s gotta make the $$$ to support me (looking at you Saaghi joonam). Shout out to all of you who answered the poll in our last post -- Let’s just say 99% of you will never share your sex life with your parents.
Personally – I let my mom think that I share everything with her, but if that were the honest to God truth — then I have been celibate for the last five years.
As “cool” as my mom thinks she is when it comes to sharing intimate details of my life, she still kicked me at the house at 18 when she found out I had given head.
I’ve been having a lot of R&R time with Saaghi – which totally beats out Skype dates because we can talk all about sex for as long as we want.
When I first lost my virginity – I went through a series (okay by series, I mean two) of hookups. I had finally lost the V-CARD and I suddenly felt this sense of freedom. I felt like I could do whatever I wanted, that I didn’t need to hold back when I was with a guy anymore because there wasn’t anything left to “lose.” There were no more hymens left to break, excuses to come up with to ward off unwanted penetration, etc.
It was exhilarating – not just because I could finally have sex, but it was something different than what I had been experiencing (third base). Within a span of a few months, I went from having one sexual partner to a total of three without even thinking twice about it (not all at once, thanks).
I didn’t really think about numbers when it came to sex. I just thought – hey this feels new and I want to keep trying it until it feels good. It was until I was in bed with a boy and he asked me what my “number” is that I started thinking, wait does this really matter?
I remember thinking, “Whew, at least it’s not high…” when I answered him. And for a long time – that’s what deterred me from having sex.