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This series offers an empowering space for women to share their stories on taboo-busting topics. Orgasms can be toe-curling, hair-raising, leg-trembling, scream-inducing, and they can also be wildly empowering. In the spirit of lifting the taboo, we asked readers to tell us about their first orgasm.
Here, they share their fondest memories—and how that inaugural O changed them. I had an orgasm before I knew what it was. I look back on it as the summer I discovered the pool jet. At nine years old, I was swimming in the shallow end of the pool with my cousin.
Earlier that day, to my delight, I discovered that if I leaned against the jet just so, my bathing suit would bubble up and make me look like I had boobs a big deal at that age.
However, on one such occasion, I leaned just low enough to allow the pool jet to run between my legs. I thought I had a super power—akin to discovering I suddenly had night vision. Did other girls have this power? Was I the only one? After sharing the secret with my cousin, and some subsequent research, we agreed affirmatively that, yes, all girls have a super power in their vagina.
My longtime boyfriend and I were fooling around and it kind of happened by accident. It felt like I was in control of something new, something big, that no one had ever told me about. It made me realize how much women are taught to suppress their desires when it comes to finishing. It allows me to be equally part of the experience and helps me understand what I want from sex.
When I was 14, I lost my virginity to this year-old guy that was a Satanist. Being a Satanist, he had given himself a lot of tattoos and he also had a lot of piercings. Who actually agreed to let this underaged kid get tats is beyond me.
That being said, he had a Prince Albert piercing. Because it was my very first experience with a penis inside me, the fact that it was pierced was even more uncomfortable. But we dated for a few more months so I got used to it and started to like it because it slid orgasim girl game and out of my vagina at just the right angle. All I knew was I was super wet and it felt like I had peed myself.
My relatives brought me a vibrating Mickey Mouse pen back from Disneyland. I never wrote anything with it, sadly. I was a late bloomer for everything. At 24, I lost my virginity and it was anti-climactic at most. Among other reasons, I parted ways with my boyfriend at the time and was left to explore my body with a newly found sexual awakening. Just me, myself, and the turbo jet shower head. It was an out-of-body experience.
I felt as though I was floating and saw a range of bright colours that blurred my vision. I also went deaf for a minute or so, a phenomenon that many women experience after orgasming. I felt a sense of serenity afterwards. I had two sexual partners prior to meeting my third, who was my longest partner, for five years. It felt like a weight was lifted and I was sexually free.
It was also the first time a partner went down on me. It was a great experience and a great way to learn about my body and my likes. To set the scene, I was 13, on bed rest and exceptionally bored. The week before I had some classmates visit me and they gifted me with a basket filled to the brim with goodies. It housed countless magazines, grape Bubblelicious my favouritejelly bracelets, nail orgasim girl game and a back massager that looked like a ladybug.
One of the older girls in the eating-disorder program came by for a game of cards and she saw the ladybug resting on my side table. She told me that she had a handheld back massager too, but she would use it to masturbate! Maybe, but as a year-old I was thirsty for any and all kinds of sex education. Especially if it was coming from a cool older girl like her. Later that day, a nurse came by to check my vitals, which confirmed that I was still on bed rest.
I knew nothing about how to reach a climax, but I did know that setting the mood was important. It was showtime. I grabbed my ladybug and ducked under the scratchy bedsheets. After some fumbling to get the position just right I learned that if I pressed one of the bulbous ends against my clit, I would start experiencing some serious warmth with a side of squirming. At first, I felt overwhelmed, but I leaned into the feeling and soon felt something start to build up inside me.
That feeling grew until I had a hot release, which I later learned was called an orgasm.
My very first! From that point on I never looked at a handheld back massager the same way—or ladybugs for that matter. MORE life. Load More.Orgasim girl game
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