[Blackenrose]

Orgasm was just a mystery to me. Talked about sex with seniors among my friends, during my high school days but just more of fantasies about giving away your virginity to the guy you love and he will follow you forever, well, which was not true. But after experiencing penetrative sex for the first time, it was more of a phobia to me rather than enjoyable. After having sex the first time, it was pain like hell ya, and the next day, had to take MC and not go to school that kind. From there on, sex was like just to satisfying my ex-bf, maybe was too young or inexperienced, every time will feel pain when he inserts into me, and had the notion that orgasm was that moment when his penis was able to pop inside me, and that split second that takes my breathe away (silly right?).
Never had orgasm till my twenties, sex per se was just either the guy shoots in my mouth, or shoots in my pussy and that’s it, finish. Just grow to live with it that sex or making love is just like that and a woman’s level of enjoyment in sex is just that level.
Enjoyed my first orgasm was with my “never to be bf”. We were very close together, but we never got together that kind ya, and end up he got together with my best friend and got married with her. Before, I never let any guys finger me, as I thought it was really dirty, unhygienic and dangerous, but that was all silly. One thing led to the other 2 months+ before he got married, I was at his house and we got romantic. Petted and kissed intensely, and he started to finger me inside, I don’t know why I didn’t stop him that time, but just felt a bit sad, he was getting married and the bride was not me. It was like the first time we got romantic and was like “too late”. That was when, he got to my g-spot I think, not fingering in and out of my pussy (I experiment touching myself before, and nothing happened), but his finger was like rubbing inside me, then a sudden build up to my head and chest and like my lower body all tightens up that moment. After that moment of orgasm, I asked him to stop. A bit embarrassed, and don’t know why a sense of guilt suddenly came to me. We didn’t carry on to have sex, but I did told him and thank him that he made me felt like a woman.