When I think back to the day I lost my virginity to Tony, I don't think of it too fondly. Infact? I still get a little pissed off.
Here I was, this sweet little virgin, daughter of a pastor, completely, totally innocent. One would ASSUME Tony would have been like Usher and taken it nice and slow.
HA! HA! HA!
Let me give you the "Short Version."
HIM:
"Bend over!"
"Sit on it!"
"Put it here!"
"Stick it there!"
"Faster!"
ME:
"Ok! Whatever you say! Because I love you! Am I doing it RIGHT?"
But the next day, I was SO MAD.
I mean, did he have to rub it in my face (ha!ha!ha!) that HE KNEW HOW TO HAVE SEX BEFORE I DID?
I wanted to tell him to take his "tubesteak" and shove it (again, ha! ha! ha!)
But, you know how it is when a girl loves a guy and just had sex with him for the first time. You can't stay mad because "HELLO! GIVE IT TO ME AGAIN, BIG BOY!"
Ah, young love. Young virginic love.







At least you were sober your first time, right?
My first time was...well, less than memorable!!