We have now been married for almost five years, but this is the story of my wedding night, and the first time I’ve been with my man (or anyone, for that matter). We were 21, younger, dumber and in love.
Having a religious background, my man and I had never been together in the four years we had been dating. It wasn’t always easy, and there were more than one occasion where we would let things escalate, but it would never go past a few brief moments of grinding. Suffice it to say, there was plenty of tension built up, with very little release.
In addition, this was a time when I was not used to masturbation. I’d done it a few times, but I would immediately feel guilty, and found no pleasure in it overall. Thankfully, this has now changed.
Enter our wedding night.
It had been a long day, filled with both emotion and stress, as weddings go. Thankfully, it all ended well, so I was ready to put it behind me, and focus on what was about to happen. We drove to a very romantic hotel, with a room I hand-picked for us: huge bed with veiled drapes, a luxurious bathroom with a large tub, and well-adjusted ambient lights.