Sex is pure fun and harmless, if you know what you are doing. It's also more fun if you don't stick to the same person for more than one night.
Lemme tell you a story...a true story
I think I matured faster than everybody who was in my class! By the time I had hit year 4 I could see potential in a girl. This was bad, cause consequently I uttered unnecessary comments towards them.
Let's just say, the rest didn't go too well. But I wasn't alone. That where other people too! I guess you could call them thirsty.
It all started in leavers dinner. I was approached by a rather good looking girl. She bit her lip as she slowly put her arms on my shoulder. I remember very well, my arms started sweating and my heart was racing! She moved in closer
Before she could withdraw her mind from its far places, my arms were around her, as sure and hard as on the dark road to Tara, so long ago. She felt again the rush of helplessness, the sinking yielding, the surging tide of warmth that left her limp. And the quiet face of Michelin was blurred and drowned to nothingness. I bent back her head across my arm and kissed her, softly at first, and then with a swift gradation of intensity that made her cling to me as the only solid thing in a dizzy swaying world. My insistent mouth was parting her shaking lips, sending wild tremors along her nerves, evoking from her sensations she had never known she was capable of feeling. And before a swimming giddiness spun her round and round, she knew that she was kissing me back.
"Stop-please, I'm faint!" she whispered, trying to turn her head weakly from me. I pressed her head back hard against my shoulder and she had a dizzy glimpse of my face. My eyes were wide and blazing queerly and the tremor in my arms frightened her.
"I want to make you faint. I will make you faint. You've had this coming to you for years. None of the fools you've known have kissed you like this-have they? Your precious Anthony or your stupid Tomara
