How it All Kinda Started
Alright, so everyone’s always asking, ‘how does sex feel for the first time?’ Like it’s some kinda magic trick or a secret handshake you’re supposed to just get. To be honest, half the stuff you hear? Probably bunk. At least, that’s how my practice run went down.
I remember way back, it was all hushed tones and wild guesses, fueled by whatever ridiculous scenes we saw in movies – which, let’s be real, are about as far from reality as you can get. I spent ages, and I genuinely mean ages, just turning it over in my head. Built it up into this colossal, life-altering event. My brain would just spin, thinking about ‘the moment,’ what it would be, how it would go. Talk about overthinking it!
The Big Event… If You Can Call It That
So, when the actual ‘practice’ happened, it wasn’t some perfectly scripted scene with soft lighting and a romantic soundtrack. Nope. It was mostly… fumbling. A whole lot of awkward fumbling. We were both pretty much bundles of nerves, which is probably standard operating procedure, I guess. I think I was more caught up in worrying if I was messing it all up than actually registering anything mind-blowing.
So, what did it physically feel like? Okay, here’s the straight goods from my experience. It was… a new sensation, for sure. There was a bit of, let’s say, unexpected pressure, and yeah, a little discomfort right at the start. Not gonna sugarcoat that. It wasn’t the nightmare some folks describe, but it definitely wasn’t an instant parade with trumpets and confetti either. More of a, ‘Huh. So this is what all the fuss is about?’ Kinda thing. My internal monologue was a mix of ‘Am I doing this right?’ and ‘Is this… it? Is there supposed to be more…?’
- There was a good amount of just… clumsy movement.
- A definite sense of ‘I have absolutely no clue what I’m doing, but fingers crossed they don’t realize how clueless I am.’
- A surprising amount of just… the sheer physical presence of another person being the main thing I was aware of.
And Then What? The Aftermath
After it was, well, over, the biggest feeling I had? Honestly? It was relief. Just pure relief that the massive ‘first time’ hurdle was cleared. And then, a whole lot of ‘Okay… now what?’ I didn’t magically wake up a changed person. The world didn’t look different. Life just sort of… carried on, same as before.
Looking back on it now, it’s kinda funny, really. All that stressing and fantasizing. The actual ‘feeling’ was just one small piece of a much bigger, messier puzzle. It was all tangled up with the nerves, the pure awkwardness of it all, who I was with, and just how utterly new the whole situation was. It wasn’t one single, definable ‘feeling.’ It was a jumble of them, all squished together. And mostly, it was a learning curve. A big one. Learning about myself, about another person, and about how real life rarely matches the highlight reel you cook up in your own head.
So, if you’re asking me ‘how does it feel?’ My answer is: it feels… human. Messy, imperfect, and definitely not the same for everyone. That was my practice session, anyway. Your mileage, as they say, will vary. You’ll have your own story to tell.
