The Night I Lost My Virginity


The Night I Lost My Virginity

It was a summer night when my innocence died. I had been waiting for this night for so long, but now that it was here I almost wanted to chicken out. But I had promised myself that tonight would be the night I gave my virginity away. I had always been very quiet and introverted at school, so I had no experience with the opposite sex whatsoever. The only sex I knew about was what I had seen in movies or heard people whispering about in the locker room.

I had my plan all laid out: I was going to drive down to the city and visit one of the brothels on the outskirts. I had done my research and picked out the most reputable one I could find. I had the address written down, and a ‘get-out-of-jail-for-free’ note in my pocket in case I got busted.

My hands were shaking when I first stepped inside the brothel. I had no idea what I was supposed to expect, but what I didn’t expect was the intricate detailing of the room. Lush red carpets lay on the floor and exquisite art lined the walls. As I made my way to the receptionist, I could feel my heart racing. I was both scared and excited at the same time.

“Welcome,” the receptionist said. “How can I help you?” I told her I was there for the services, and that I was a first-timer. She gave a knowing nod, and then led me to a room at the back of the building.

The room was dimly lit, with a large bed in the center, and candles in all four corners of the room. On one of the walls, I noticed a large mirror, and my eyes widened in surprise. I had no idea what to expect, but it was definitely not this.

The woman who was assigned to me gave me a wide smile, and I could tell she was just as eager as I was. She pulled me close and gently kissed my neck, before whispering into my ear.

“Let’s make this the night of your dreams baby, the night you’ll never forget.”

She moved her hand around my body excitedly, caressing my skin and awakening all my nerve endings. With each touch and stroke, I could feel my body trembling under her hands. She grabbed my face and gave me a deep, passionate kiss, and then pushed me gently onto the bed.

As I lay down, I could feel the heat inside me rising. She took off my clothes and explored me with her hands and mouth. She found all my pleasure points and skillfully brought me to the edge of pleasure, sending electric pulses through my body. She then asked me to kneel in front of her. I did as she asked, and she positioned me so she could penetrate me from behind.

As she inched her way, every bit of pleasure and pain I had ever imagined becoming a reality. I felt my body building up with pleasure, and my thighs quivering with each hard thrust. Her breathing was getting heavier, and I could feel her juices dripping onto my back.

After what seemed like an eternity, she stopped, and we both collapsed onto the bed. She then kissed me tenderly and looked deep into my eyes.

“That was amazing,” she said, “and you were so brave. You did very well.”

She hugged me close, and I couldn’t help the tears of joy streaming down my cheeks. I had done it. I had finally crossed a boundary I had waited for for so long. I was no longer a virgin – I had experienced physical joy and pleasure with someone I truly trusted.

In the afterglow, everything felt magical. It was like an out-of-body experience, and all the worries I had before melted away. In the moment, I was free from all my inhibitions.

From that night onwards, my life changed for the better. I have never looked back since, and I have never been so proud of the decisions I made. I had taken a leap of faith, I had gone out on a limb, and it had paid off.

The night I lost my virginity was certainly a night to remember. It was the night I learned to be happy with who I am and to go after the things I want in life. It was the night I realized there is nothing to be scared of when it comes to sex, and that it can be a beautiful thing between two consenting adults. It was the night I became a woman.