I was on a thread about whether you masturbate to your exes / flings and my comment ended up being way longer than I expected so I wanted to memorialise this as a post. I’m sorry that unfortunately it’s pretty lame and not a fun/wild sex story (I really wish it were) but I still wanted to share.
A few years back I was just starting to be more acquainted with my sexuality when I did study abroad in college. I made out with a guy in a club & he was the first stranger I ever kissed. He was really gentle and soft with me. I had a couple of bad, aggressive experiences after that which I don’t want to relive but my mind goes back to that first guy ever so often.
He was really tall and cute and my friend tapped on his shoulder to introduce us, and I remember the nervousness I felt when he leaned in and we both shyly said our names into each others’ ears in the floor of the crowded night club. My heart was beating so fast I wondered if he could hear it. He wanted to get me a drink but I was nursing a bad hangover so I told him to go ahead and I’d stay where I was. A few songs passed after that and he didn’t come back so I gathered I’d probably lost him in the crowd or he probably moved on to another girl so I felt a little bummed at that.