website statistics

car sex

V-Card Diaries: 18 Birthday "I remember taking my clothes off, even my necklace, but for whatever reason I left on my glasses."

Today we're highlighting 18 Birthday In My Birthday Suit, who at 38 has learned that it's quality, not quantity. 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 a 38 years old living in Kentucky who believes that sex is not a shameful act! I enjoy it and have had more than my fair share of partners but as my age has progressed I have learned its quality not quantity!

How I define virginity:

I used to see virginity as a gift that you gave the one man you loved. It was special. Now I see it as just another way for a man to take a little piece of you. It will stay with you good or bad forever so try to "give it" to a good one so you don't cringe every time you think of it.

Here's my story:

It was my 18th birthday and well lets just say I will never forget it. I was so scared Mike was older than me maybe 23 or 24. We were out with friends doing the back road drinking and 4x4 mudding which is the rural community standard. Then before ya know it Mike and I were kissing in the front of his lifted toyota metallic blue truck. Music was going I remember hearing Once Bitten Twice Shy which was appropriate. :-) I remember taking my clothes off even my necklace but I for whatever reason left on my glasses. I remember it hurt a bit but it was done and over with pretty quickly and in my head I literally said "happy birthday to me!" I of course "fell in love" because I thought you only do it if you love someone. Needless to say that one other time Mike and I got together and the lesson was learned that sex does not equate love!

V-Card Diaries: Kitty Meowery "We tried so hard to make it work but we ended up laughing at the awkwardness of the whole situation."

Today we're highlighting Kitty in the Bible Belt. She and her boyfriend consider themselves "two goofballs in love." 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:

Hi! I'm an 18 year old girl living in the Bible Belt. I love singing, laughing, and being happy!

How I define virginity:

Virginity is a state of mind. Virginity is like being a vegetarian. You can say you're a vegetarian and BE a vegetarian even if you eat meat once or if you ate fish and said "eh, that's not really meat." Vegetarians define their own limitations, why is virginity something society chooses rather than the people involved?

Here's my story:

I was 14 and it was spring break when I had sex the first time. But in that whole relationship, I never once orgasmed so I didn't really think of it as real sex, hence no virginity lost. Also I don't really remember that story either! My boyfriend of today and I lost our virginities together. We parked in an abandoned parking lot and he had sheets and pillows to make it comfy. Oh was a horrible night!

It was awfully funny and horrible unsatisfying. He was way too large for my vagina and I was way too obvious about the pain. He couldn't keep it up because 1) all the blood an 2) my obvious pain. We tried so hard to make it work but we ended up laughing at the awkwardness of the whole situation. We tried so hard to make it so romantic when really we are just two goofballs in love who don't need passionate crazy romantic sex to be happy. We left with neither of us finishing but I've never been so fulfilled emotionally in my life. That's how I want to remember losing my virginity.

V-Card Diaries: Ida. Ho. "Don't have sex in the front seat of a car."

Our latest V-Card Diaries comes from Ida.Ho. in Texas, who took some risks the first time she had intercourse, from having some unprotected and rough tumbles in a car, to not taking Plan B afterwards. If you want to tell your story, go to our submission form. We'd love to run it in this blog. A little about myself:

I'm 18. I'm a pan-sexual female (shh don't tell my mother) and I'm a proud Texan, born and raised.

How I define virginity:

I was taught that vaginal penetration was the line where you lost your virginity. I've since re-thought it. I think losing your virginity includes oral sex. But let me tell about the first "conventional" time I had sex.

Here's my story:

You would have thought it was a porno how many positions he tried. J was never really a boyfriend guy friend from the summer before. I met him when I was 15 and he was 19. When I was 16 I snuck out the house to go see him because he texted me that it was an emergency. We hadn't spoken in over 6 months but he had a history of depression and suicide attempts so I was legitimately concerned. I half ran down the street in flip flops, my pajamas, and messy hair to his house. He was sitting in his car outside.When I climbed in he skipped the hello and the explanation of what was going on, he hugged me. He told me he just needed to see me. I sighed, glad he was okay.

I layed down and put my head on his lap, intent on cat napping while he warmed up to talking about what was going on. Since my eyes were closed I didn’t see the kiss coming. But one minute I was half asleep on his lap, and the next we were full on making out. I got up and straddled him, taking my top and bra off. The summer before he taught me a lot about my body. He showed me how to give a good blow job, all the great things you can do with breasts. He went down on me once. I didn’t cum and it was really awkward for both of us. So I’m comfortable with him. Suddenly he says “I wanna do it.”

Despite me asking him several times the summer before he never wanted to take my virginity. I got off him and took the rest of my clothes off. I was ready. It took me five minutes to convince him. We didn’t have a condom. I started out riding him but couldn’t really do it. Then on my back. Then doggy style. Then three other positions. By the time he was done I had a concussion, my head had been knocked around so many times. DON’T HAVE SEX IN THE FRONT SEAT OF A CAR. He handed me a handful tissues and informed me I was bleeding. I tried to clean up a little before putting my clothes back on.

Then he said “Will you do something for me?” I said “Anything. He drove me to the local drug s tore. He sent me in to buy a plan B pill. I walked in and asked how much it cost. The guy behind the counter told me $40. I went back to the car and asked him for the money. He wiped blood off my face and said “What kind of hard core car sex did we have?” I bought the pill. He dropped me off at home, quickly explained what it did and sent me on my way.

I never took the pill. I wasn’t interested in starting my period right away. I was going on vacation the next day. My brother was up when I walked in. I know I looked a wreck. He didn’t say anything. J and I haven’t spoken since.