1. Have you ever sent or received a sext message?
Not via cell phone, but my e-mail streams got pretty steamy with my first girlfriend, and I’ve never sent pictures of anything but me fully clothed. Pictures are forever, and it’s really hard to say, ‘No honey, I don’t know where the picture of my penis came from….”
2. Have you ever made or received a booty call?
I didn’t define it as such when it was happening, but my first college girlfriend spoke well of my make-out skills to her roommates, and Daria, the cute one who couldn’t dance, asked me over a couple of times. We would make small talk and snuggle on the couch, only on nights when Cynthia was gone, until she’d pull me on top of her and she’d start dry-humping my leg (we were young and innocent back then). She would just rub her crotch against my thigh until she’s climax and then she’d straddle me and let me rub myself against her until I came. I guess what made it a bootie call was that we never went on a date, never talked about what happened, and my GF never found out.
But, that same girlfriend, Cynthia, called me months later, after we had broken up and had both moved home from school. She asked if we could go out to lunch. She picked me up and said that she had a picnic basket as she drove up the canyon into a shady grove of trees. As we pulled into a secluded picnic area, she confessed that she hadn’t brought me there for lunch. She slipped off her pants and pulled me in to the back seat. She said “I want you to make me feel good one more time.” I thought that it was a little crazy, since we had a nasty split months earlier and hadn’t spoken a word to each other since then. But, being the nice guy that I was, I got in back with her and fingered her under her panties until she had a massive, and very loud, orgasm while Phil Collins’, “I can feel it coming in the air tonight”, played through the car stereo. That was the first, and only time that I had touched her like that, all of our other times had been over the clothes and maybe a little under the bra action.
When we got back to my house, she cried a little bit, said thank-you, and told me that she was getting married in two weeks.
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4. At what age did you have your first consensual sexual experience?
I was a late bloomer. My first kiss wasn’t until almost 17, my first orgasm with another person was the next summer, and the first time I made a girl cum was just before my senior year in high school at a church summer camp. She was wearing really thin sweat pants and she let me rub her between the legs. I’m not sure if she knew what she was doing, but she said that it felt really good and that I should never, ever, stop. She started twitching and clenching her teeth and I was a bit freaked out, but she held my wrist and rubbed herself with my hand, so I figured she was enjoying it.
As I type this up, I’m flashing back to when I was about 11 and a few of “the boys” went up in to the orchards behind my friend’s house and ran around naked. I’m trying to think if we did a circle jerk, but I’m sure I would be able to remember that.
5. What has been the greatest age difference between you a consensual sexual partner?
I graduated HS at 17 and worked at a local amusement park. I started dating my boss who was 25, I think. Not much happened, but we felt each other up a lot. Later, when I was in Grad school, I was dating a freshman, so the roles were exactly reversed. I was 25, she was 18, artistic, horny, and had the best hair ever. I remember unbuttoning her blouse, unlatching bra, and kissing her breasts while she was on the phone with her mom. She told her Mom that she had to answer the door so she put the phone under a pile of clothes to kill the noise, had a wonderful orgasm, and then went back to talking to her mom. I loved her for that and for many other reasons. We broke up 3 months later. I still miss her.
Bonus (as in optional): Why do you blog?
Because I can’t talk to anyone else about this stuff. In real life, admitting any of this would ruin me.