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I've recently been chatting with a consumer on this site that got me thinking... What was the catalyst for my sexual awakening?
Now I'm not talking about your first sexual experience or orgasm (unless that is how it happened for you) but more on a potent sexual experience in your life that made the wrappers from your sexual mind unfold and realise there was more to be had out there other than what you thought you were meant to have!
Mine was my first girl on girl experience I had with a girlfriend of mine. We'd come home late one night to watch porn before she rolled into bed in my spare room. Before turning out the light she asked me if I had a toy she could borrow. I giggled and came back with a pink glittery one I had been given a few months ago. I turned to walk out the room and leave her to it before she asked me if I could give her a hand... My mind almost exploded at this point!... I remember my fingers brushing against her breasts gently and thinking it was the softest most beautiful thing I'd ever touched... From then on I knew I had to explore this new side of
me and what wonderful experiences it could possibly bring... Hence how i started contributing for this site.
Over to you...
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I don't know if it was necessarily an 'awakening', but after spending about a week with an older male friend in a loft bed in Venice Beach in the summer of 2004, eating chocolate and cheesecake and stone fruit and drinking wine and listening to Arto Lindsay and fucking, my handwriting suddenly changed completely.
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I really love this question, Chebab, but I'm struggling to find an answer! Gah!
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Hmm, i must admit i'm not sure if i could have answered this question if asked it a year ago.
However i had some insight into it myself when talking to someone recently when i was discussing one of my interviews with them that i had done for this site....Eh, i hope that made sense?
Basically it's interesting to see what you get out of yourself when someone queries your beliefs, which is what i love about doing the interviews for FECK!
PS Gala, strangely i have heard about peoples hand writing changing when significant things or changes happen in their life... How strange yet intriguing!
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It's the same with drawing too. I find signatures are an interesting peek into how someone feels about themself. They're such a familiar thing for us to draw they're almost totally about self expression to the point of being unreadable and a kind of personal logo.
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(Self made tycoon and independant financial advisor to the stars)
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My sexual awakening. That is a day I will never forget. No, it was not the first time that I masturbated myself to orgasm. Although, that in itself was life altering experience!
The day of my sexual awakening, I was sixteen years old. I was with some guys & girls friends. We were all sitting in a front room watching TV.
Two of the girls who were with us, started wrestling each other. They was wearing jeans & shirts. I remember they both got really sweaty. It was summer and hot.
One of the girls took off her t-shirt. When I saw the thick hair under her arms, something within me sparked to life. I became rock hard. I knew instantly that I loved unshaven girls. I still do! But that moment brought that desire to life within me. I love hirsute women today because of them.
Then one girl got on top of the other. By then, they still had their jeans on, but both girls had pulled off their t-shirts. Now they were only wearing their bras & jeans. I remember the thrill of seeing that both girls had thick underarm hair.
Sweat dripped off of them as they wrestled. I remember the scent of their sweat. Thinking back, I now realize that neither girl had used deodorant that day. That is why their sweaty scent was so strong. To this day, I love the scent of fresh sweat on a woman.
Then the girl on top started grinding the girl on the bottom. They stopped wrestling and started kisses. Until that moment, I had never seen any type of girl/girl sexual activity. Now, I was watching two sweaty girls, kissing and grinding each other.
The girl on top achieved orgasm. (I know she achieved orgasm because she announced it) Then they rolled over and the girl who was on the bottom, was now on top, and she humped and grind herself against the other girl until she reached orgasm. They had both came in their jeans!
I became so excited watching them, that I actually ejaculated in my pants. I knew then that the sight of two girls, pleasure each other sexually, would drive me insane...and it still does!
That day, I became sexual awakened to three things. Unshaven women, sweaty women, and watching girls pleasuring each other sexually. That day formed my sexual being.
Later in life, I discovered how much I love mutually masturbating with friends. I also discovered the pleasures of being with a woman who squirted. But nothing can compare to the sexual awakening that happened within me as I watched those two sweaty, unshaven girls, grinding against each other to orgasm.
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Chebab, what you've said makes a lot of sense. I feel like I've had many small versions of that but nothing major that I can really articlulate yet. I wouldn't mind watching sweaty women wrestling though!
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Mine was with my first long term girlfriend when was 23, she was a (gasp!) virgin, 19 and we were together 3 months before we had intercourse. We did all sorts of things before this, but once we finally 'took the plunge' I had a willing, enthusiastic lover in whom true love and physical lust had to fight some sexy duel with each other for supremacy. She was almost exclusively vaginally orgasmic (get this- she didn't like oral sex! she was self-concious about her nether-regions, so to speak, despite the fact I adore giving it, and multi-orgasmic at that. So I was spoiled to high heaven- and she was daring and brought that out in me as well.
This experience turned me into a confident lover and although I didn't have to put many of my skills to work in order to please her (re: my artful combination oral / digital stimulation, hehe) the entire experience taught me so many things about a woman's body and how to 'read' her physical responses without having to constantly ask her how it was and the like.
I wish I had a story about the first time I went down on another guy or something, but society and it's social taboos raised me to find the idea of experimenting with another man sexually super unappealing. I was drunk and tried to kiss a guy once and I couldn't even do it. He was good looking too, ha.
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My sexual awakening came when I realised I was an ass man. It started as a teenager when I found myself always watching a woman's ass while she walked... I'd often get sprung (or given a dirty look by the girls because my fascination was so obvious). I found that the way it jiggles and moves to be hypnotic to me eyes, even to point where I'd follow an ass like a cartoon character floats along to the smell of freshly baked pie.
Funnily enough, I was repulsed by the mere thought (and later, the act) of anal sex. I caught my fair share of porn with the (somewhat) taboo act in my late teens but would be grossed out by it, or would find myself questioning why the act was even happening (or being allowed to happen) in the first place. Maybe the conflict was a natural progression but it led to an interest in anal sex that resulted in exploration, with the hope of understanding.
I found myself masturbating (to a couple enjoying anal sex) one afternoon and ventured off into my bedroom where proceed to slowly insert a finger into my anus to find how and why the action was able to deliver both parties so much pleasure.
The uncertainty, naughtiness, discovery and fascination gave berth to an explosive and orgasmic sensation. Yes, I discovered my prostate. In the years since, despite my hetro-ness, anal insertions had become a regular fixture, often resulting in two, or even three (and one time, gulp, four) fingers being inserted whilst in the shower to help get me off -- usually after watching some anal porn and after a heap of soap had been applied to massage / relax the area.
My fascination to understand, relate to and provide anal pleasure has seen me discover how delicate the anus is, how tender and sensitive it can be and how much it has the capacity to become a channel for enjoyment.
The most recent awakening came when I with this one girl and whilst going down on her (vaginally) I slowly made my way to her anus. Not knowing if she was the slight bit interested in anal play, she surprised me by spreading her bum cheeks. I spent half and hour going down on her ass -- reading all the signs, discovering how deep, how slowly to go and how responsive I am to that was exciting. Needless to say, I was instantly hooked an aroused to a point where I almost came. It's always rewarding (to me) to know when you derive pleasure from something and in this case we both appeared to be on the receiving end.
I have since realised that going down on a woman's ass is vital to my getting off. Nothing gets me hotter or harder. I'm been very fortunate in that the half dozen (or so) women that I've been with over the past ten years have all been into ass play, some I've introduced to it, others have been surprised that I'm so keen to offer to go down on their ass (without any pressure on them to return the deed). This has often led to one, two or three fingers inserted into her ass over the course of the night. Maybe my sexual awakening has led to hers? Who knows?
Bring on the sexual awakenings I say, the more we discover about ourselves the better we can for others.
I'm just a guy who's on an endless quest to find a woman who enjoys receiving anal sex as much as I like giving it.
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I realised recently that I do have an answer to this question - a rather obvious one - when I moved away from home, got myself a vibrator and learned to orgasm. Ha!
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He he,
Short, sweet and to the point!
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Basically it's interesting to see what you get out of yourself when someone queries your beliefs, which is what i love about doing the interviews for FECK!
Can you tell me what FECK means, please?
I saw the name at the bottom of the home page and guess it is the name of the web designers. but what does it stand for?
'If it isn't broken...mess with it 'till it is!'
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Feck is the company that produces this & related websites. "Feckless" means ineffective and wimpy, so "feck" seemed like a good name for a company that says what it does and does what it says. And it sounds good. I've since been advised it's pretty much like "fuck" to Irish people though more in general usage than in other english speaking countries.
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steveg, that was a really hot story.
when i think about sexual awakening, i think about a hundred little experiences which just detonate in my mind - getting fingered in the back of a red ford truck on the 4th of july, all my friends around me and fireworks exploding. getting caught by a friend using my vibrator for the 1st (successful) time, with my skirt up around my waist in the loft of a structure we were sharing, and knowing he went downstairs and came at the same time as me, thinking of me. my first kiss at 14 years old, how i shook like a leaf. fucking a boy at the drive-in theatre in another ford truck (kind of a recurring thing for me), wearing pigtails and a tartan skirt - the moment i realised that i had sexual power and that i could have him do me any way i wanted. watching rocky horror at 9 years old and asking an older girl what the "squiggly feeling" in my belly was. and other, less photogenic experiences.
with all of these young, early flashes of what my sexuality would become, i never really think about my actual 'first time' when i think about 'sexual awakening'. that was fairly sexually dead to me and really only makes for a good story. i've had handholding under blankets that was more real to me than that sex.
as chebab describes the giggles and the moment she realised she was invited, or how steveg found himself focused on the sweat and the hair, and gala finding poetry in her memory's location, soundtrack and sustenance - its the details that awaken us, isn't it?
one time i walked into a motel room that smelled so strong of sex, to visit someone. something about the smell broke something in me and i realised i didnt want to be with my then-lover, or in my then-home country, anymore. just from the smell of someone elses' sex i got on a plane the next morning.
strength in details, eh?
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Feck is the company that produces this & related websites. "Feckless" means ineffective and wimpy, so "feck" seemed like a good name for a company that says what it does and does what it says. And it sounds good. I've since been advised it's pretty much like "fuck" to Irish people though more in general usage than in other english speaking countries.
Oh, I never realised that Feck was chosen for such innocent reasons! I always assumed it stood for "Fuck". I'm not Irish, but living in the UK I know and have met an awful lot of Irish people. And they say "feck" and "fecking" all the time. There is not the slightest doubt that it stands for "fuck" and "fucking" - "feck" is only ever used in exactly the same places where "fuck" would otherwise be spoken. But with the wonderful one-eyedness of the Irish it is considered totally harmless and lacking in any obscenity. Brilliant! I have even heard Irish priests use it.
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The Beano - seriously - I got turned on by the spankings
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