The first
Different generations and cultures have romanticized different aspects of sex over the course of history. At one time plump ladies with a little extra padding were preferred over skinny women. Numerous cultures are known to value virginity, especially a woman’s and popularize the wait for marriage before intercourse. In recent years, the media and internet have been modelling how people view sex and what they come to romanticize about it. What was taboo for many years in many cultures is now acceptable due to media influence and the internet. BDSM, S&M and Pleasure toys are now more acceptable than ever. Sexual liberty! That’s what is romanticized by today’s generation. You want to be popular? Make a sex tape and share it! You want to be a love guru? Tell the tales of your sexcapedes! When I was younger, my generation romanticized ‘the first time you did it’. The stories were many and hearing one was akin to watching a fairy tale from Disney’s famed collection. The stories intrigued both fear and longing anticipation. A rite of passage, a triumph as great as discovering the new world, a herculean conquest… how else would you perceive it.
The idea must have found an idealist in me because I have never been more anxious or received a neural explosion of pleasure as I did my first time. A better term would be ‘first times’. The first time my phallus received pleasure from a hand other than my own, the first time my member was engulfed in the lips of a lover, the first time my weapon of individual destruction made a statement in the divine pleasure city of a goddess. Yes, the idea stuck with me and no sexperience ever since compares to the ‘first times I did it’. But what trial is left to conquer, when you have overcome your greatest challenge? Does the number of challenges I come across matter if none is as great as the first? Is the challenge to conquer one who has not been conquered or steady my weapon on one challenge for the rest of my life? Maybe the challenge is in the positions of our war machines in the arena of pleasure. The fantasies play in my head for kingship but one has more support from my WID than the rest. The ‘first time’ I complete a trifecta ;-)
The idea must have found an idealist in me because I have never been more anxious or received a neural explosion of pleasure as I did my first time. A better term would be ‘first times’. The first time my phallus received pleasure from a hand other than my own, the first time my member was engulfed in the lips of a lover, the first time my weapon of individual destruction made a statement in the divine pleasure city of a goddess. Yes, the idea stuck with me and no sexperience ever since compares to the ‘first times I did it’. But what trial is left to conquer, when you have overcome your greatest challenge? Does the number of challenges I come across matter if none is as great as the first? Is the challenge to conquer one who has not been conquered or steady my weapon on one challenge for the rest of my life? Maybe the challenge is in the positions of our war machines in the arena of pleasure. The fantasies play in my head for kingship but one has more support from my WID than the rest. The ‘first time’ I complete a trifecta ;-)
10年前
