Confessions: My First One Night Stand Experience

By Coleen Singer at Sssh.com Porn For Women

I remember my first one night stand. It was many years ago, my girlfriends and I were on holiday on an island and we had clocked a cute guy (Like OMG, a younger, hotter Matthew McConaughey I kid you not) who was taking a diving course and staying at the little chalet next to ours. Being young and not so impressionable, I had yet to pop my one night stand cherry and my girlfriends were eager that I do so. Partly because I could not stop talking about it and perhaps even partly because they wanted me to share in the experience so we could all talk about it. Till then a one night stand was what Samantha did on Sex and the City and seemed so cool and easy that I desperately wanted to be ‘one of the boys’ - a girl who could have sex like a man, with no feeling and no regret. Take charge, is what I thought to myself. I will use you before you use me.

Oh if I could go back in time. 

Anyway, on our last night there I ‘lured’ the guy - by lure I mean I sat next to his drunk self. The conversation was so dismal that I could feel my vagina sliding up inside me, hoping I wouldn’t let this drunk mess near it. Alas, I was determined to pop my cherry. When he asked if I wanted to back to his ‘hut’, I swallowed, steeled myself and nodded. Off we went.

It wasn’t that bad. No wait. It was. I wondered why I was there. I was dry as hell. He was sloppy. We had no connection whatsoever. If this is what a one night stand is, I wanted out. But the worse part came after. After a (very short) time we got dressed and he wanted to talk on the beach, but first he had to get his shirt (which he left at the little beach bar). 

Remembering Samantha, I thought to myself, I need to find a way out of this. For some reason I convinced myself that the only way out was to sneak away from him. So when he left me alone for a minute while he fetched his shirt, I literally RAN to my room. Like I zoomed away so fast you’d think someone was hunting me with a knife. 

I don’t know what happened to the hottie. The next day we left the island early in the morning before he was up and I never heard from him. Mainly because I never bothered to get his email, or even his name. When I think back on this incident I wonder what on earth possessed me? If the roles were reversed and some guy left me that way, even if I had no romantic interest in him, I would’ve been devastated. I’m not saying the guy was devastated but it was extremely rude to say the least. 

I got to my room feeling what I thought to be empowered. I didn’t feel ‘empowered’ and my vagina was painful from having dry sex. Ouch. My friends wondered why I acted that way and I pretended because “I didn’t care” and I did it like a man. If any future son of mine behaved that way with a woman he’d get a good week long lecture for sure! I’m so glad that I grew out of that stage. But it certainly leaves me worried for all the other young girls out there who think the way to have sex is to ‘do it like a man’. We sure as hell need better role models. I still heart Samantha to no end, but she can’t be our sex model. Who then… let’s think about this ladies. 

Coleen Singer is a writer, photographer, film editor and all-around geeky gal at Sssh.com, where she often waxes eloquent about sex, porn, sex toys, censorship, the literary and pandering evils of Fifty Shades of Grey and other topics not likely to be found on the Pulitzer Prize shortlist. She is also the editor and curator of EroticScribes.com and a film producer at BDSM site, Wasteland.com. When she is not doing all of the above, Singer is an amateur stock-car racer and enjoys modifying vintage 1970s cars for the racetrack. Oh, she also likes porn.

 
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