I was 19 when I lost my virginity. (In fact, I was 19 when I got my first kiss - but that's another thread.) When it happened, I was ready - the man I was with was quite older than me, and I trusted him not to hurt me. For me, making love to Lake for the first time wasn't "losing my virginity" - it was making love to a really cool guy with whom I was honestly falling in love. When it happened, there was a moment of "Oh, is that it?" (I had broken my hymen myself years ago), before all such silly thoughts left my head.

Why did I do it? Because I wanted to. Because we wanted to. Because his fingers and mouth made me feel so damn good I knew it would be fantastic. Because he (genuinely) cared about me.

How old are you, LilAngie?

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Si à travers nos veines coule encore le sang...
Si dans les jeux d'enfants on entend encore l'accent...
Si nous sentons encore l'espoir de nos grands-parents...
Si dans les voiles du large souffle encore le vent...
Y'a jamais eu de Grand Dérangement.