Dear diary,
I lost my Virginity so many years ago (to mention when would spoil the young generation) to someone I liked then and I have no regrets about that. I remember the awkwardness surrounding our aftermath and the stupid tears I cried hysterically demanding my virginity back and holding the pain I had felt against him. I remember the poor boy trying to comfort me with some tears of his own that I was so insensitive to see at the time. All I felt was emptiness, a sore between my legs and a vague understanding that the entire fuse about being a virgin had ended. All my long time efforts had gone in just one moment of sizzling pain.
Of course it had all started with sweet feeling, endless explorations that left promises of more pleasure each time. Being all virgins, we touched a lot of times, albeit with shyness so we never went far. This time it was time for adventure and we had agreed on it. He found my boobs mesmerizing and I found wonder in the discovery of the feel of balls in my hands; rough and stiff and hairy! Quite like nothing I had expected considering I had only touched them with his clothes on before. His jumpiness whenever I touched them made me feel like I had power of him. I loved the idea. We touched and explored each other head to toe, even down there…at first it was weird being touched there but I liked it. I didn’t want to stop! I was all gitter of fear but not even that could stop my female member’s excitement. I tried to control it from spilling juices that would embarrass me but the more he teased and touched, the more they flowed. I was excited and helpless. We exploited touched, felt and moaned. I loved him. I trusted him not to hurt me, at least not if he could help it.
All was well until he rammed his rock hard member swiftly into my much softer vagina. We had planned on it so that the pain could be dealt with at once but not even that had prepared for the sharp stinging pain. I grabbed his hips pushing him away as I started to tear down. I could see his pain at being rejected and his anger at “not doing it right” combine with controlled need for sexual release but all was forgotten in his bid to comfort me.
Now that was before I saw the blood on his shrived manhood. I froze. I saw more of it ooze down from my womanhood. It was a lot of blood that I freaked out. By now I think the pain was gone but I didn’t really take notice. I looked at the villain that had convinced me to try out the sex adventure and started screaming at him demanding my virginity back!
“Give me my virginity. I want my virginity back…” I sobered.
It had just hit me that I had lost my virginity just like that! I cried myself to red eyes demanding that he leaves and never comes back. He’s frustration broke loose as he started to give off a few tears of his own standing stark naked, glued in his standing position a distance away from me as he kept whispering to be forgiven.
My aggressive screaming turned into worn out whimpers of “I want my virginity back…” He moved to the bed to comfort me promising he would never try again to do “those things” again if it had hurt me and asking that I forgive him.
I however was in no mood to be petted considering my soreness and emotional exhaustion so I tossed him out.
Like the trend those days, letters started flying to me every day at school asking that I pardon him. We became lovebirds once again that loved each other without any expectations whatsoever. It seemed like making our first hit “Njagala nga bwendi”. We simply loved each other. It is such love that I think I will never find again…
It wasn’t too long before I made it up to him we became the official owners of yet another badass hit “Tukikole Neela”. We just couldn’t stop! (I mean couldn’t stop doing “those things” in case your slow to figure it out.)
One thing that I have always loved about this is the thought that he will never forget his first time as much as I cannot forget mine. I feel luckier than most girls that lose it to experienced men that don’t remember it the next day.
