So I wanted to share the story of my first time, which was over a decade ago now. I’ve been away from my family with work over Christmas and my wife wanted me to tell her the story again the other night as it turns her on when I tell her about previous experiences, and she encouraged me to post it here. For a bit of context, I was something of a late bloomer. Your typical geeky teenager, gangly with bad skin and a worse hairstyle. This combined with a strict Christian upbringing in a small English village meant that I wasn’t particularly confident with the ladies and didn’t have many opportunities with them in the first place. However towards the end of school I joined my school’s rowing club and got into good shape. By the time I was 19 I’d grown into myself and was ready to see the world. I worked solidly for a year to save up enough money to go travelling by myself around South East Asia and it did wonders for my confidence. I’m 6 foot, with dark brown curly hair, green eyes and an athletic physique. With a bit of stubble and a mature demeanour I regularly passed for much older.