Oh the memories! I write this in the hopes that no one will ever have to endure bad sex.
The worst sex I ever had was with a girl I was convinced that I was in love with in high school. We'd flirted and made out a lot, but had never spent a lot of time together and had little in common. She, like every woman before and after her, made the first move.
Eventually, on a horrible Saturday I will never forget, we got down to doing it in her room. Now, although she and I had talked some about having sex, what getting off meant for both of us, and safer sex practices, she was completely unprepared! I mean it, no condoms, no dental dams, no gloves, nuttin' at all. And she had insisted I come over . . . I felt like an idiot for not bringing anything, but I also thought that it would be very presumptuous of me to do so. So, I was prepared for sex that consisted mostly of outercourse and gentle touching.
I was not prepared for being ordered around. I was also not prepared for some of her requests, but I went along with some of it because I liked her. She came a lot, as did I, but after a while, I got really bored. It just became more and more obvious with every orgasm that we had virtually nothing in common and that, in fact, I didn't actually like her very much. It was great outercourse, very inventive and fulfilling. Finally, I was lying down on my back, she got on top of me, and started thrusting, nearly banging my head into her dresser drawer and I thought "This seems sort of dangerous." It snapped me out of my lust and I asked her to stop, politely. I left the room, got dressed and went home. I avoided her, and still avoid her.
What made the encounter so horrible? To a lot of people, this may sound either run-of-the-mill or quite a wonderful thing to have happen to you while you're in high school. We were just randomly hooking up, weren't committed to each other and she was forcing me to have intercourse, something I would never do with someone I'm not committed to and especially not without proper protection. When she finally started disrespecting my boundaries, I left, never to return.
This girl was controlling the entire thing. Not only that, but she was ignoring everything I ever told her about how I view sex. It seemed to me that she was only interested in having sex, not having sex with me; otherwise, she would have actually paid attention to my opinions and put some of her knowledge about my opinions to use.
Eventually, I met this girl's long term boyfriend (guilt guilt guilt), which put a lot of our encounter in perspective.
Moral of the story: IF SOMETHING FEELS WEIRD OR STRANGE, IT PROBABLY IS. RUN RUN RUN! IF SOMEONE REALLY WANTS YOU, THEY'LL WAIT! IF THEY DON'T WAIT, THEY'RE NOT WORTH IT.
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i really liked her as well!
