When I think of the 1980's, I think of playing outside, going to skating parties and riding bikes around the neighborhood. As a young adult, music, MTV and watching romantic comedies was a way of life. Regardless of your age, movie scenes of boobs and bush could always be appreciated.
As life flew by, I was beginning to feel like I had two different personalities. My inner self was always dying to catch another glimpse of boobs and bush. My outer self was waiting to fall in love. Simply put, it was like having a devil above my right shoulder, always sexually curious, and an angel above my left shoulder, always looking for the love of my life.
I didn't experience magazine or vhs porn until my 20's, but after that happened, the devil above my right shoulder began showing up more often. Any moments I had to let my mind wander, I would be thinking about sex. When would I have it? What would it be like? Who would it be with? How would I feel afterwards? Would I feel guilty? Would I feel relieved? Would I still be in love?
Before heading to work one morning, I awoke, lightly playing with myself in bed. Since my day was already starting off with morning wood, I thought I would take a few extra minutes envisioning the woman I would one day meet. I figured I'd fool around with this ongoing erection and really bad case of blue balls I had been having. I continued running my hand around my cock. I didn't feel like stopping. I couldn't stop thinking about sex. As I continued a little more rapidly, I began to feel an exciting sensation creeping up. I wanted to immediately stop....thinking that I was suddenly in unfamiliar territory....but I couldn't stop, it felt too good. Something huge was suddenly on the horizon. I had never seen my cock this big before.
Eventually I erupted, making a sticky mess under the blanket. I was confused, but also relieved. I thought I had done something incredibly wrong, like I broke the law or something. Even though I was familiar with light porn, I wasn't really sure what would happen from stroking my cock. It was like I had just unloaded years of sex built up in my head. I was definitely late to the party.
I still had my romantic side to deal with. I always had this feeling that when I met a woman, she was going to be the ONE. She was going to be the one I had always dreamed of. I thought that was how it was supposed to be. I envisioned my dating years starting off with attraction, leading to a love story, then leading to everything else that followed. I guess all of those romantic comedies from my generation had just brain washed me. As an inexperienced adult, sex wasn't something you talked about with just anybody.
Sure, I had friends that would have sex with any woman available, no matter what their attraction, or how little they had in common. I was as horny as the next guy, but I didn't understand that way of thinking. I know, it sounds like I was kind of a snob, but I wasn't. I simply thought dating and falling in love came before sex. I was so focused on falling in love, attraction and compatibility, that many sexual opportunities had already passed me by. Several past relationships I had probably ended early because of my lack of experience. Having that frame of mind caused me to be a virgin later than most.
I knew my romantic side was beginning to dissolve when I started dating this one woman. She was somewhat cute, but also a bit annoying. We had little in common, other than being available and sexually curious. She was the first woman I ever started making out with on a regular basis. Nothing sexual at first, just kissing and hands all over each other. I convinced myself that maybe I was being too picky. Maybe I just needed to try and make this relationship thing work and see what it would lead to.
Eventually IT happened...well sort of. With an extra thick condom, in the setting of a pitch black bedroom, and under heavy blankets, IT happened. We had sex. I had no clue what I was doing, and I was way too nervous to cum. In fact, my erection was probably only at 75%. It also didn't help that the "sex" felt like throwing a toothpick into a volcano, partially my fault as well. She had experience, but it didn't seem like much. It was then that I finally realized that sex wasn't exactly going to be the big, stars all perfectly aligned moment, that I always thought it would be. That woman and I broke up a few weeks later. I didn't have sex again for another 3 years.
Finally, a few years and a number of boring dates later, all the stars WERE perfectly aligned. I met the woman that eventually turned out to be my wife. What started as co-workers, quickly turned into friends with benefits, and that quickly turned into madly in love with non-stop sex. We were making out before we were even officially dating. To be honest, we were making out even before our first date.
When we started hanging out, I would sometimes take my camera and we'd go to random places around town, doing little photo shoots while getting to know each other better. I've always loved photographing her. Then we started going to concerts. We began to make out more and more; at our job, around town, in our cars, etc..etc. One evening, we finally went up to her apartment with one thing on our minds.
