“My wife waited, I didn’t. I had never had sex with a virgin, and sort of thought the whole bleeding thing was a rare phenomenon of sorts. The sex went well, and was good (as it always is). She also had a good time, or at least she says she did :) Unfortunately, though, the hotel bed sheet had a bad night… it looked like we had ritually killed a small Mammal or something. Luckily, it was a hotel so we just pulled it off (top sheet not the stretchy underneath one) and threw it in the corner. Never got charged extra, mission accomplished.”
“It was awkward. How do you move? How fast? Ok, gotta take a breather. Slower? Where do my hands go? Am I too loud? Oh god oh god oh god this rocks.
And I’m done.”
“We were both in our early 20s. When we got to the bed and breakfast we awkwardly laid on the bed after unpacking and said ‘Sooooo, what do you want to do?’ ‘I don’t know, what do you want to do?’ back and fourth 7 or 8 times. Then we kissed and she put her hands on my chest with me on top of her and told me that this was a lifelong gift she was saving to give to me and didn’t want anyone else to have it. It was the fastest five seconds of my life. We had sex seven times that night, on every surface imaginable. The bed a couple times, the jacuzzi (sorry people who rented room after us), the shower, bathroom counter, floor and in the car. We’re still married 8 years later.”
“From my husband:
‘A little rough, a little dry, but we got through it like champs. And now, I make her squirt all over the bedroom regularly.'”