Alright, let’s talk about this “sex” thing. Folks get all hush-hush about it, but it’s a part of life, ain’t it? Now, I ain’t no expert, but I’ve heard things, you know? People talkin’ in the market, whisperin’ at the church social… you pick up a thing or two.
So, what does it feel like? Well, from what I gather, it’s a whole mess of things. Some folks, they say it’s excitin’, like when you win the pie-eatin’ contest at the county fair. Your heart’s thumpin’, you’re all giddy, butterflies in your stomach and all that. Others, they’re scared stiff, like a rabbit facin’ a fox. Nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rockin’ chairs. And some, well, they’re both at the same time! Can you imagine that? Like wantin’ to jump in the creek on a hot day but also bein’ scared of the snakes.
It’s all about feelin’ good, they say. Physically, I mean. Like when you scratch that itch you just can’t reach, only… well, you know… different. And it ain’t just the body, it’s the heart too. They say it’s best when you’re with someone you care about, someone you feel safe with. Like sharin’ a warm blanket on a cold night. If it feels good, body and soul, then that’s what matters, I reckon.
Now, the first time… that’s a whole other kettle of fish. People feel all sorts of things. Proud, like they climbed the highest mountain. Happy, like a kid with a new puppy. Relieved, like they finally finished that darn quilt they’ve been workin’ on for months. But sometimes, they feel bad too. Confused, like they took the wrong turn on the dirt road. Regretful, like they ate too much green apple pie. It’s a mixed bag, you see. And it can stay with you, for years and years. Like a stain on your favorite apron that just won’t come out, no matter how much you scrub.
- Talkin’ is important. You gotta tell the other person what you want, what you like, and what you don’t like. It ain’t like bakin’ a cake, where you just follow the recipe. Everyone’s different, and you gotta figure out what works for the both of you. Like findin’ the right rhythm for churnin’ butter. Too fast and it splatters, too slow and it don’t turn.
- And you gotta listen too. It ain’t just about what you want, it’s about what they want too. It’s like dancin’, you gotta move together, not just stomp all over each other’s feet. Otherwise, someone’s gonna get hurt, and that ain’t right.
And if things don’t go so well? Well, that’s life, ain’t it? Sometimes the biscuits burn, sometimes the chickens get out, and sometimes… well, sometimes things just don’t work out the way you planned. You talk to someone you trust, like your best friend or your sister. You take care of yourself, inside and out. You keep your chin up and keep on goin’. Like when the crops fail, you plant again next year.
Pleasure, that’s what they say it’s all about. Feelin’ good, physically and emotionally. But it’s more than just that, I think. It’s about connection, about sharin’ somethin’ special with someone. It’s about trust and respect. It’s about bein’ human. And that, well, that’s somethin’ we all understand, ain’t it?
So, there you have it. My two cents on this whole “sex” thing. Like I said, I ain’t no expert, but I know a thing or two about life. And life, well, it’s all about feelin’ ain’t it? Feelin’ good, feelin’ bad, feelin’ everything in between. And sex, well, it’s just a part of that big, messy, beautiful thing we call livin’.
Remember, this is just what I’ve heard and what I understand. Everyone’s different, and everyone’s experience is their own. But if you’re curious, if you’re wonderin’, well, talk to someone you trust. Someone who knows more than an old woman like me. And above all, be safe, be kind, and be true to yourself. That’s the most important thing, no matter what you’re doin’, in the bedroom or out of it. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I gotta go check on my chickens.
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