Em
Every time I think of September 11th, I remember how he tried to convince me to lose my virginity "on a day I would never forget."
Every time I think of September 11th, I remember how he tried to convince me to lose my virginity "on a day I would never forget."
The day my 8-year-old sister said that she wanted to be just like me when she grew up was the day I decided to stop smoking weed and not lose my virginity at age 16 to a lousy boyfriend.
I lost my virginity in a fraternity bunk bed, I lost my dignity on the fire escape the next morning, and I lost my sanity buying the pregnancy test the next month.
I lost my virginity to a homeless punk in the bathroom of a schizophrenic's apartment in NYC while my parents believed that I was having a slumber party.
The first time we used a condom, spermicide, I was on the pill and he pulled out.
Nobody will ever believe that I lost my virginity to a rapist, because at the time I tried to deal with it by dating him for a month and pretending that it had all been my idea.
My gay best friend had straight sex for the first time this morning with the girl who'd taken my virginity four years ago.
I was an 18-year-old virgin when I was raped by a married Mexican in a Cancun nightclub.
I lost my virginity to an older man whom I met off the internet, then he left me.