I [M] Took Her [F] Virginity at Debate Camp

When you first read the words “debate camp”, you probably do not imagine partying and debauchery…and while not everyone at this nerdfest participated in the fun, if you pack away college students over the summer on an empty campus, the kids will find plenty of ways to cut loose after-hours. I wasn’t even 21 at this time, and though I never seriously became competitive at collegiate debate, I was able to master my beer pong skills with alcohol supplied by the juniors and seniors.

This story is about a freshman we’ll call Mandy. She was a petite Asian, long dark hair, about 5’2” (maybe less), with perky B-cupped breasts. She wasn’t shy, and was definitely the type who flirted with the coaches and staff…although young, she immediately struck you as the type who could work a room (or a bar…I doubt she ever paid for her own drinks). When I met her, she had a casual relationship going on with one of her assistant coaches, and being from a SoCal party school she wasn’t fazed by alcohol…so not exactly a first impression of innocence? But boy was I wrong – we’ll put this as Exhibit A for “not a virgin”.

That Time I [M] Fucked a Foreign Correspondent [F] Overseas

Hello there…long time reader, first time writer. I’m a well-traveled guy in my early thirties, and have debated which sexual adventure to kick-off my writings. I’m keeping identities and specific locations vague, but all details are true and this is a hookup that I’ve always reminisced fondly upon.

***INTRO***(skip below if you just want the sex)

I was working out of a U.S. Embassy in Africa during an ongoing migrant crisis, and it brought in a variety of foreign news reporters and aid workers. As a single guy this was a windfall, because if you weren’t willing to pay for sex you weren’t going to have much luck with locals (and I was not interested in playing sex tourist). This was the sort of environment where everyone worked-hard-played-hard, and if you’ve ever worked for the government or military overseas you might know the culture.

There was a bar at a 5-star hotel (by Africa standards) that everyone tended to congregate for social events and drinking, and while it was dressed up nicely this was really the Star Wars bar – you know the scene on Tatooine, where Han shoots Greedo? Sure you do.