Reflective Essay: My First Experience With Sex

My truth

Like everyone else when I was young I was curious and interested in learning about sex, but no one talked about it, and people barely admitted that they even did it. There was no way to learn about sex other than to do it. But, of course just because you did it, it didn’t mean you knew what you’re doing. From time to time I would try to talk to older girls that I thought might have had sex, and if they would admit that they had sex, the most they would say was “It was nice.” No one would say how it felt, if they really enjoyed it, or let alone give any instruction on how you do it. They would just say “It was nice.”

My first experience at age eighteen wasn’t a good one. I lost my virginity and actually didn’t have sex again for two more years, because the experience was painful, and bad. I couldn’t understand why anyone would want to have sex, let alone why I would ever want to have sex again. I‘m sure it was not much different than the first time for most women.

I knew there had to be more to sex than what I experienced, and I knew whatever that was that I needed to learn, I wasn’t going to learn much from some eighteen year old boy who barely knew anything himself. So, I took matters into own hands. Unlike most woman, I didn’t learn about sex by doing, I learned by

Here’s the thing, there is no right or wrong on when you should have sex with someone. In a new relationship this is something you have to determine based on how you feel. I believe in the 30 day rule, but being honest I haven’t always stuck to it. It is not to be manipulative, but because I believe two people need time to get to know one another. I think that 30 days is long enough for us both to know if we need, or don’t need to be in each others lives. If we decide to go our separate ways, than there are no regrets. If we decide to continue, then the real adventure can