Today we're highlighting Rosie in New York. Since her first experience was so painful and there was hardly penetration, she assumed she and her boyfriend were still virgins. If you want to tell your story, go to our submission form. You can find all our V-Card Diaries here. A little about myself:
I am an 18-year-old female from New York.
How I define virginity:
I define virginity as any limit that will make you feel emotionally and sexually fulfilled.
Here's my story:
As a teen in high school I was not popular, especially with boys. I craved for my first boyfriend and our first mind-blowing kiss. But all that I got was teasing and ridicule. Hell, my first kiss with my first "boyfriend" was at 17 and it was barely a peck on the lips. It was lacking luster, to say the least.
Enter college. Two weeks into classes I met my first real and current boyfriend. We hit it off the moment we exchanged names and we jumped right into dating. With this all being brand spanking new to me, I questioned my sexuality a lot and whether or not I was going too fast with this boy I just met. Then I asked myself the real question: who decided for me what was going too fast? There was no written rule saying what you could and couldn't do with your first boyfriend. There was no timeline of how fast or slow to take things. There was me and him and no one else. And we were both horny as fuck. So a month after we met for the first time, we did the deed. And I hated it. I have never been in so much pain. It was so painful that in the middle of the act I pushed him out because the penetration hurt me so much (and he stayed out without a single complaint about how crazy I was for saying "no" in the middle of sex). The part that hurt and confused me the most was the day after when we were walking and he said in passing, "We're not virgins anymore."
"But wait," I said. "You didn't enter me all the way. And we didn't even finish. We're still virgins." This sparked the question, what makes someone lose their virginity officially? I didn't feel any different so I figured we did something wrong and next time would be better. Next time wasn't better. It took so long for it to not hurt. But when it stopped it felt so good. I fell even more in love with my first of practically everything and we're still experimenting and talking and loving each other. I could never ask for a better partner or first boyfriend.