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Authors: Shawn Wickens
Tags: Humor, Sex, Health; Fitness & Dieting, Self-Help, Humor & Entertainment, Love; Sex & Marriage, Self-Help & Psychology
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four games advances. The Knicks won three of the first four games, they’re up 3-1. You’d think they got it made. I’m a big Knicks fan. Big, big Knicks fan. I’ve had season tickets the last ten years. It’s all but clinched, then at the end of game five there was a big fight and half of the Knicks team gets suspended for the rest of the series.
The night I lost my virginity was the night the Knicks lost game seven of that series and wasted their chances at a championship. Tim Hardaway was killing us, bombing three-pointers from all over the floor. It was difficult to watch.
I was watching the game over at my girl’s house. And it had been leading up to sex for quite some time and it was obvious by halftime that the game was over, they were getting beat so bad. I was crushed just watching these threes get drained. I don’t think she could tell I was kind of catching the game during the sex, but she was on cloud nine.
LAKE SUCCESS
Jenna, 31
I was three days shy of 16. Didn’t have my license yet but I was already driving around the red Subaru my sister and I were supposed to share. I was totally in love with Roy McIntyre. He was the one and only mysterious, artsy guy in our whole entire little rural town. His mom was an alcoholic so this other family that grew their own pot and like, cured their own cancer with holistic medicine felt bad for him and took him in. They let him live in the tree house in their backyard. I picked him up from his tree house and drove up to Lake Success.
We did it and I bled on the front seat. That was the most memorable moment since it wasn’t that pleasurable. Although I was totally into it because I thought I was in love. And he was all into it because I was a virgin.
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Sex is amazing but you should save it for somebody you love or care about the first time, the last time, whatever time you do it cause it's going to be with you forever.
Katie, 27
Denver, Colorado
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TRASH + TRASHETTE 4 EVER
Darcy, 28
It was my sophomore year and I had just turned 21. I was hanging out in Brenham, Texas, near College Station where I went to school. Brenham was in the middle of nowhere, pretty much the only thing there is to do is drink beer in a field and I was at this house party with a bunch of bull riders - pro bull riders but on the low-level circuit.
There were these twin, black bull riders named Tom and Tim. A friend of theirs was a local volunteer fire department guy nicknamed Trash. I later found out his real name was Ernie. It’s so bad, I don’t even remember his last name. Trash started talking to me and I thought, "Wow, he’s really cute." This was already after a lot of beer; any more and he probably would have looked like Brad Pitt.
I had previously vowed to save myself for marriage, but at that point I was like, "You know what? Fuck it. I’m in college. He’s hot. I’m getting hot. Why not?" He led me to this shanty back behind the house that had a mattress in it and a single, swinging flashbulb that cast creepy shadows. He found a sheet, dusted it off, and placed it over the mattress.
He thinks he’s all Rico Suave and he starts giving me all these lines, "Yeah, baby. You’re so beautiful." We end up doing it and it was painful. He thought I was enjoying it because I was screaming but I was actually screaming in pain. So the more I screamed, "Oh, God," he kept going harder and faster. Seeing him was kind of a shock ‘cause from pictures and things you think it’s supposed to look a certain way, but he was misshapen. It was curved to the right although I’m sure the funky shadows from the single light bulb didn’t help how it looked.
Afterwards everyone outside the shanty was laughing their asses off. To this day all my friends from college call me Trashette. I never saw the guy again.
I was very drunk and it opened up Pandora’s Box of me having sex more frequently. Once you have it, you want it more. Losing your virginity is like a gateway drug to more
The night I lost my virginity was the night the Knicks lost game seven of that series and wasted their chances at a championship. Tim Hardaway was killing us, bombing three-pointers from all over the floor. It was difficult to watch.
I was watching the game over at my girl’s house. And it had been leading up to sex for quite some time and it was obvious by halftime that the game was over, they were getting beat so bad. I was crushed just watching these threes get drained. I don’t think she could tell I was kind of catching the game during the sex, but she was on cloud nine.
LAKE SUCCESS
Jenna, 31
I was three days shy of 16. Didn’t have my license yet but I was already driving around the red Subaru my sister and I were supposed to share. I was totally in love with Roy McIntyre. He was the one and only mysterious, artsy guy in our whole entire little rural town. His mom was an alcoholic so this other family that grew their own pot and like, cured their own cancer with holistic medicine felt bad for him and took him in. They let him live in the tree house in their backyard. I picked him up from his tree house and drove up to Lake Success.
We did it and I bled on the front seat. That was the most memorable moment since it wasn’t that pleasurable. Although I was totally into it because I thought I was in love. And he was all into it because I was a virgin.
***
Sex is amazing but you should save it for somebody you love or care about the first time, the last time, whatever time you do it cause it's going to be with you forever.
Katie, 27
Denver, Colorado
***
TRASH + TRASHETTE 4 EVER
Darcy, 28
It was my sophomore year and I had just turned 21. I was hanging out in Brenham, Texas, near College Station where I went to school. Brenham was in the middle of nowhere, pretty much the only thing there is to do is drink beer in a field and I was at this house party with a bunch of bull riders - pro bull riders but on the low-level circuit.
There were these twin, black bull riders named Tom and Tim. A friend of theirs was a local volunteer fire department guy nicknamed Trash. I later found out his real name was Ernie. It’s so bad, I don’t even remember his last name. Trash started talking to me and I thought, "Wow, he’s really cute." This was already after a lot of beer; any more and he probably would have looked like Brad Pitt.
I had previously vowed to save myself for marriage, but at that point I was like, "You know what? Fuck it. I’m in college. He’s hot. I’m getting hot. Why not?" He led me to this shanty back behind the house that had a mattress in it and a single, swinging flashbulb that cast creepy shadows. He found a sheet, dusted it off, and placed it over the mattress.
He thinks he’s all Rico Suave and he starts giving me all these lines, "Yeah, baby. You’re so beautiful." We end up doing it and it was painful. He thought I was enjoying it because I was screaming but I was actually screaming in pain. So the more I screamed, "Oh, God," he kept going harder and faster. Seeing him was kind of a shock ‘cause from pictures and things you think it’s supposed to look a certain way, but he was misshapen. It was curved to the right although I’m sure the funky shadows from the single light bulb didn’t help how it looked.
Afterwards everyone outside the shanty was laughing their asses off. To this day all my friends from college call me Trashette. I never saw the guy again.
I was very drunk and it opened up Pandora’s Box of me having sex more frequently. Once you have it, you want it more. Losing your virginity is like a gateway drug to more
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