Where it happened: on honeymoon
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 7
Category: Straight
I married my high school sweetheart a couple of months after our graduation, because my parents wouldn’t pay for a wedding before that. We are both very religious people and sex before marriage was never really an issue for us. We found it wisest to only kiss for a little while at a time and try not to talk about sex very much. I wonder if you can imagine how we felt that first night. We were both very excited and also frightened. We wanted it to be everything that we’d dreamed it would be for each other. Well, we had a great day in a touristy-sort of town about 3 hours from our home town. That night, we had a romantic candle-lit dinner and then went back to the hotel. I went into the bathroom and for the first time in my life, really tried to make myself look sexy. When you’ve spent your whole life trying not to give guys the wrong impression, it’s really something when you change that role. Well, I put on some lingerie I had bought with a girlfriend a couple of weeks before and fixed my makeup and sprayed on new perfume and took a deep breath and walked into the bedroom. He was still in his clothes, sitting on the edge of the bed. He looked worried. I sat next to him and asked what was wrong and he said that he was afraid that he wouldn’t be good and that he really loved me and wanted it to be good. I told him I understood and I felt the same way. Well, he said, I have a very small penis. I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know if that was good (less pain?) or bad (as society says it is). I told him that he should just relax and everything will be fine. Then I kissed him and things started to go pretty naturally from there. Soon, we were both naked under the covers (we didn’t want the other to see us yet). He was rubbing my chest and kissing me and I decided to be brave and I reached down for his penis. Frankly, I was surprised. It was about as big as my (then) 2 year old cousin’s, and it was rock hard. I tried keep my reaction from hurting him, but I don’t know how well I succeeded. He then seemed to get much more aggressive and got on top of me and started rubbing himself back and forth against me. I have to admit that there were times when it did feel really good…But he didn’t rub against the same place enough and I just couldn’t say anything. Soon, he finished and we kissed for a while and held each other. Then we got some wash cloths and cleaned up a bit, put on our pajamas and went to sleep. I still love this man with all my heart. He is the best husband I could ever have wanted. To this day, I have never had an orgasm with him and it doesn’t bother me one bit. And I’m not some sexless, frozen, bitter woman who’s prematurely aged, like some of you might think, either. I just know that there are more important things in life than having orgasms. I have all I need.
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