Alright, let’s talk about that first time. It’s one of those things you hear about, see in movies maybe, but doing it yourself is a whole different ball game.
Setting the Scene
So, there we were. Things were getting cozy, comfortable. You know how it goes. One thing led to another, and the idea kinda just… surfaced. It wasn’t really planned, more like a spur-of-the-moment thing. I remember feeling a mix of nerves and curiosity. Mostly nerves, if I’m being honest. Big time nerves.
The Attempt Itself
Okay, so, getting down to it. Where to even start? I kinda just… went for it? It felt incredibly awkward at first. Like, really awkward. Am I doing this right? Is this okay? My mind was racing with a million questions.
I tried to remember stuff I’d maybe read or heard, which honestly, wasn’t much help in the actual moment. It’s not like reading a manual. You’re dealing with a real person. There was some fumbling, some bumping teeth – yeah, that happened. Felt super clumsy.
Tried different things, adjusting, trying to find some kind of rhythm. It’s weird, you’re trying to focus but also trying not to overthink it. Paying attention to reactions helps, I guess. You kinda gauge what’s working, what’s definitely not. Breathing is also important, turns out. Who knew?
It wasn’t smooth. It wasn’t like the movies paint it. It was clumsy, hesitant, a bit messy. But it was real.
Wrapping Up & Thoughts
Eventually, things kinda just… finished. There wasn’t some big finale moment, it just wound down. Afterwards? Felt a bit self-conscious, wondering if I did okay or just made a fool of myself. My jaw felt kinda tired too, surprisingly.
Looking back, that first time was definitely a learning experience. A huge one. Nothing prepared me for the actual reality of it. It wasn’t perfect, far from it. But it was a first step, figuring things out. Every ‘first time’ is like that, right? You stumble a bit, learn, and hopefully get better if you decide to do it again. It’s just part of the process.
