If I were to describe my first time in one word, I’ll call it confusing. I honestly just wanted to pop my cherry so I had spoken to some Arabic guy in college about it because I didn’t want my boyfriend to. At that point I wasn’t sure if the relationship had any fuel in the tank. I wanted to have fun with a stranger with no strings attached. No emotional dilly dallying and all that.
When we did it, I wasn’t even sure if he popped my cherry cos I felt no pain at all. His small penis didn’t help. We used a condom; It was a rational decision so I had thought it all through. I took a shower and went straight home after the sex.
No I don’t regret anything that happened that day, I carried on and have carried on as usual.