I bet he’s too sheepish to tell that story again.
Before sex: “Man I’m horny”
After sex: “Man, that was good.”
All I remember is being mostly relieved that I’d lost my virginity, and a thought that while it was good, it wasn’t quite up to the hype out in society.
I think that can vary greatly depending on the circumstances surrounding the sex act itself.
Let’s say you love someone very much, and you finally have sex with that person. Odds are that you will feel relaxed, enriched, and fulfilled. On the other hand, let’s say you are out drinking and you end up having sex with a person you don’t really know. You may very well feel disgusted with yourself and very regretful after the fact.
In other words, there isn’t one set answer to your question.
No, and I’d consider it a little bit sad to do so.
No. It’s just a nice activity for 2 (or more) people.
No. I was plenty confident before - that’s how I ended up having sex!
The first time I had sex, I was scared. Of course I was, I was all alone in the dark…
-Rodney Dangerfield
…you can imagine how afraid* I *was, walking out of those woods carrying the bloody clown costume.
-numerous comedians in comedy clubs
I imagine I’m preaching to the choir here in this thread, but in case the OP isn’t aware:
Just about everybody’s first time having penetrative sex (penis-vagina, penis-anus) (assuming it’s consensual) is going to be a mixed bag. Like cooking, it’s not something you get right the first time. It may (likely will) be sloppy, awkward, possibly even unfulfilling. Somethings you’ll get right (the girl to whom I lost my virginity could do things with her vag that would win the Nobel Prize for Sex, if that were a thing). Others you’ll get wrong (a few drops of lube is NOT enough!).
I:
- lost my virginity relatively late
- had great first sexual experiences
- didn’t have sex again for many years after
- never divided my life into “before I had sex” and “after I had sex”
I felt the same way, in the sense that my sense of touch did not change. I did feel different.
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I was pretty baked, but it was very enjoyable, but not the greatest feeling or accomplishment. By the time I hit my mid-30s, I avoided it, mostly because of the other stuff that comes with it. I had the feeling of getting away with something – having some fun with no diseases and no kids.
I realized that it was less important than I thought it was.
Amen.
It is not worth changing or hiding part of yourself for.
Or sitting through inane conversations in hopes of getting it:
"I’m SO glad you hate Heather, too, we have so much in common.
Now, where was I? Oh, yeah, on the second hour of *
“This is my philosophy of how the world really works…”*
I grew up very conservative Mormon, juxtaposed in a family with horrific sexual abuse. The combination was enough to made the first number of times extremely confusing emotionally.